Medicine & Melancholy

Chapter 4: Field Trip (part 1)

Logan woke to his buzzing alarm once again, Silently groaning and looking over, Patton still silent as his face nuzzled deeper into the side of a small teddy, nearly suffocating the curly blond, moving up to shower once more, and maybe not-so-secretly wanting to catch a glimpse of the somewhat manic man. "Don't be ridiculous-"
"Logan!" the man in question turned up once more, "Hi! You wanna' eat with me again?" His grin had never changed, if so, it had only made it brighter. To which Logan looked over, his eyes giving a small smile, however the rest of his features stayed the same, "I believe that would be adequate, when shall we leave to eat?" He asked as a few nurses turned up, "Remus is going to eat just now before leaving day begins."
"Leaving day? I am sorry what?" Logan asked, pushing his glasses up once more, an eyebrow raised. Looking over the nurse who even mentioned such. The nurse looked back at Logan then back to Remus, "You're joking right? Leaving day? The one day the ones who are stable enough are allowed out to do... I dunno things?" he shrugged. Remus made a 'tsk' looking to Logan to actually explain.
"People like Virgil and Remy get given pocket money once a week. They get to either spend it at a tuck shop here, or they can save up for Leaving Day, where patients like them are allowed out in town once a month and they can buy clothes or toys or stuff. Virgil used to get Pat tons of stupid shit, like colouring books and crayons... even that raggedy old teddy he carries everywhere..."
Logan nodded slowly, his mind bringing the connections closer together, "So leaving day is like a free day of camp? For example, however in a different situation as this isn't a camp" he explained, his skin itching with the fact that he can be free. He could leave, albeit it was only for a day, But in his eyes, the possibilities were endless.
"Chances are you'll be paired with Virgil or something- they aren't stupid. This isn't the first time" Remus shrugged, he almost sounded fed up with the idea of freedom? Logan shook his head in curiosity "Why are you so upset by this?" He asked, almost fooled by the idea that someone of Remus' mental state would be allowed outside.
"I can't go, dipshit. Supposedly to these guys I'm a-" he cleared his throat "A threat to society." he mocked,
"Are you sure it is just towards you?" Logan asked rhetorically, "I mean, you've injured yourself several times, I think they may worry-" he went to say more but Remus cut in.
"Worried?! Hah! You really think that they care?!" Remus looked at him like he was insane. Maybe he was?
Logan shifts, beginning to feel uneasy at the thought he may not be as sane as previously thought. He decides it'd be a good idea to change the subject as quickly as possible. Part of him wondered if he was considered well enough to go out for Leaving Day. Logan had somewhat forgotten what fresh air was like and, much to his dismay, he could feel himself growing accustomed to Remus's horrendous scent, even finding it comforting...
"Don't be ridiculous, that's disgusting..." He mutters to himself. Remus snickered, "penny for your thoughts?" he asked dramatically, swooning as much as he could with a straight jacket on, his eyes manic, they never seemed to change as he grinned "Oh! Come on! Logie! Logan! Daddy!" Remus laughed at the now red Logan in front of him, he only came out to shower.
"I do not believe that is an appropriate name to call my Remus, seeing as. One I am not a father and, Two. I do not plan to be a father," he shifted slightly tugging at the hems of his clothing, awkwardness crawling over his body as he tugged on his shirt collar.
"Well, Daddy has a multitude of uses Logan, it doesn't always mean the sperm you are made out of," he rolled his eyes as if it was the most obvious thing. Logan's mind in panic mode *daddy* Remus called him.... That? Of all names why that name? And when this conversation was over, if he was allowed to leave today, he at least wanted to look presentable, his father would be highly upset in himself... he could even get a bottle of wine for his bunk... Patton would ratt him in. He shook his head slightly walking off before hearing the crazed man sigh as he left to finally shower. Another feeling in his head, it was a pang and it felt bad, was Logan dying.

An hour or so led Logan to sitting in front of Dr. Picani and a few others as they looked over and checked the other patients allowed to leave: Remy and or James, Roman, himself... and Virgil? Logan gave a soft hum, they didn't think they would be allowed out, that is, they didn't know why the other was actually in, it may just be alcoholism, maybe there were just depressed, but, Logan was paired with the emo, maybe he will figure out now, that is If Virgil was ready to disclose such.
They were now in a bus, everyone doing their own things, Remy looking out the window as if they were in some like action movie, a star waiting to make a big shot, Roman had his eyes closed, his hands now finally uncuffed, showing deep red lines going around his wrist where the cuffs once sat, a lazy smile on his lips as they were somewhat dreaming, Logan did not want to know in that situation.
And then there was Virgil, they were sitting on the back of the bus, their head gently swaying from side to side as the melody flowed to their ear, their grey eyes hidden from the world behind a fringe. The repetitive tap of a beat coming from the emos shoes, their face hidden behind their fringe but Logan could still find small details to revel about, like the way his cheeks and deep under eyes made him look like a character out of a Tim Burton movie, or the way the em must've wore make-up, because there was small traces of stars- no freckles on the others cheeks, and how the other had a small scar on their temple. And that's when the bus stopped. Did Logan stare that whole time of the ride at Virgil's complexion, and that's when it happened. The feeling returned, giving Logan a shiver up his back. Was the feeling towards Virgil, he would have to keep note


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People who make me feel funny: -

1. &*£@%
2. Virgil


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He looked at the small list for a while before shuffling off the bus, standing next to his fellow patients, getting told the rules and such before they were let out into the city, until Virgil took his hand "When I say, run." he muttered, and Logan could only nod.What did he get himself into? Maybe he should've stayed in the facility.