Medicine & Melancholy

Chapter 6: Snakes and Capitalism

A/N: We would like to state at the beginning of this chapter that in no way do we mean to romanticize toxic relationships, obsessive behavior and/or addiction to something or someone. Some moments throughout the story are just written from the POV of someone who is seen as toxic and obsessive, thank you. 

When the bus returned back to the 'establishment of doom' (In Virgil's words), Logan was shocked to see the amount of security they had to go through to even get to the front doors. "Just to make sure y'know, we haven't like shoved like drugs 'n'shit up our asses, however, I do have a way around it, You know, i just fake an anxiety attack and they let me in no questions asked, that's how i get in, you..." Virgil took a look at the other, his eyebrows slightly furrowing as he looked him over, Logan's cheeks flushing a baby pink colour, however, as far as the nerd was aware the dark haired one drew no attention to it "-You need to go through security-" he said simply, walking off the bus as Logan scrambled off quickly with him, his eyes wide. All that time? Just to say that he would need to stay in the van with the rest all because he had no mental health issues that the other was aware of. "W-Wha-?" he asked, fixing his tie as he stood outside, his brain as scattered as his appearance, "Why do I have to wait? Do I, Did you give me something unauthorized in these grounds?" he whispered, a pale white fear going over his body as he panicked, a flip switched in his brain as his arms wrapped around him, "You were using me as a drug mule? Was this a huge overarching plan all to get me too follow you, like some worshiper because yes, I m-may not have the best of Ideals strength, o-or, I'm not bat-shit-fucking. Fucking crazy!" And that's when he stopped, his body completely giving in from what his brain told him as he crumpled, and hard to. His shoulder hit the ground first, surprisingly enough not his head, as his full body came into contact with the ground, and within a few seconds he went limp before Virgil soon kicked in, his anxiety going into fight mode seeing the unconscious body... or possibly a friend's body?
"Isn't someone going to help him?" he asked, looking around at the 'security' which in reality were trainee nurses who wanted a job in psychology but their ego got in the way, leading them here, because if you weren't aware by now. This was where dreams came to die, as well as most self esteem, unless you were someone like Roman. Or so Roman seemed, however beneath his hero complex and his serious issue with the emo side. There was something darker, something twisted. Which was discovered very soon after Logan was taken through to the infirmary and left to rest, that was until he woke, a supply of oxygen going to his nose, this most likely meant an appointment with Picani. I mean why not? He passed out at the mere mention of possibly being used. And it was confusing Virgil more and more with every minute especially having someone like Janus to help calm him down, as well, as much it wasn't the others fault they had amnesia, so the forgetting and the constant reassurance that she needed, They needed to be reminded they were real or else they would freak out. And James had enough to deal with enough of the time they didn't need a freaked out and overly paranoid roommate to deal with.
"Logan never mentioned what they were in for... Or triggers- shit maybe i triggered them- oh no no no. God tell me that I didn't trigger that poor boy, erm-" he paused to stop to think. They were in the common room, the bland walls not really helping with how they felt; "What?" Janus asked as they rubbed their eyes gently. Either overcome with sleep or just come out if a dissociation match. Virgil looked over, tilting their head at the other, "Were you listening? I completely fucked over Logan's poor mind without thinking, I thought he would know I was joking as well this was a serious time, and well Picani knows I deflect how I actually feel by trying to make jokes and repressing the anxiety I have on.. on the subject. I was simply trying to make myself feel better instead of the normal people pleasing, I thought he would understand-" he trailed off.

Roman walked into the Infirmary sitting down next to the unconscious Logan, oh the things he could do to that body, the way he would let his hands glide down Logan's flat chest playing with his soft blush nipples as he sat on his hips, the boy underneath telling him how good of submissive he was being until he finally admitted that he wanted Roman to take control and oh lord he could do that in so many different ways. It made his head spin with thoughts, a happy spin however. A spin which made him smile softly and shake his head as the endorphins filled his veins, before he spoke. "I saw the way you looked at the emo-" there was a pause where if Logan were awake he would most likely say there was never a chance he would be seen drooling over a man. But he wasn't so Roman could only imagine. Roman was good at that, imagining.
"-And you are pretty damn right too, I mean what's not to adore about the man, his hair is a beautiful natural darkness which draws away from his dead looking skin, which adds so much to his alluring look of sadness,or goth, whatever he calls it." he shrugged looking away from the sleeping figure, his full body moving away, his chains jingling slightly. "But, you are wrong to look at them in that easy because they are mine" the conversation soon turned darker as he stood at the foot at the bed staring down the other, "I love him, and his body, I love him and the small half-smirk he does when he wins against James. I need him in my mind, he is my hand when I need that push toward my release, I think I heard him having a wet dream once and I nearly died. It sounded so pretty! His whines were so soft and needy and I will only ever dream of that being him underneath me" he sighed dramatically his chained hands coming to his forehead in an attempt to look like a damsel in distress, instead however, he looked like a whore, all chained up ready to be used.

In order to let their newest patient rest, Dr Emile had done what he could to usher the others out of the infirmary and into the rec room, encouraging them to draw or play with the old puzzles and board games with missing pieces while the doctor left to do some paperwork.

Virgil frowned at the Snakes and Ladders board on the table in dismay and annoyance as Patton rolls the dice for Remus, proceeding to move the deranged man's piece (the car piece they stole from the monopoly box). He hated this game, he hated all the old board games in this place, he hated the stupid staff, and the stupid food, and his stupid pocket money, and his stupid fellow patients and stupid Doctor Emile and his stupid medicine, but most of all he fucking hated this stupid fucking building, and he hated his stupid fucking family for dumping him here. All Virgil wanted to do is leave but he could only ever do that once a month for a couple of hours. Even then, security was constantly up his ass to make sure he wasn't relapsing or some shit.

"Virgil? Virgil, what's wrong?"
Virgil looks up to Patton, who's staring across the table at Virgil with a worried look on his face. Shit, how long had he been spacing out? How long had Patton been trying to get his attention? Virgil coughs a little, clearing his throat and shaking his head.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, Pat... just spaced out for a sec. Let's just keep playing. It's my turn, right?" Virgil reaches for the dice, shaking it in his fist before gently tossing it over the table. "Four." The anxious man moves his piece, but it feels like the pill addict's eyes are burning into him. The more he thinks about Patton staring at him, the harder it becomes to try and act normal. Or rather, as normal as he can be. With the feeling of absolute fear filling him up like a damn before he was going to burst. And It wasn't going to be pretty.
There was one thing however, Remus hadn't been told what was happening, much to his own dismay, he was used to randomly being used into another room, that was normal, what wasn't normal was that Remy (you could tell by the brown jacket resting on top of his shoulders, James didn't like of the pleather on his palms.
"Hah! I own that one! And it has a house on it, so that's... a dick sucking loser!" Remus laughed grinning as Virgil deadpanned, "Remus, now how much do I actually owe you?" he asked and Remus rolled his eyes, "$23" they were going to be fine.

It had just under half an hour and Roman was still there with the nerd. Still confessing his love to someone who wasn't even in the room.
"He will be mine and he is mine Logan, this isn't just a want thing anymore, you can be friends, yes. Fuck buddies, maybe. But never ever date" his voice was sharp and dangerous. To be honest if Logan was awake this would have scared him, that was until he began to wake, holding his head as he looked around and saw Roman, flinching back at what this could've meant, but soon relaxing seeing as he never tried anything, looking over.
Roman looked at him with a steel gaze as those thoughts came to him, all of them but he refrained. "So I hope you understand your situation between him and yourself." Logan was confused but only nodded. "Wha-?" he asked softly and rubbed his eyes softly. Trying to sit up in the infirmary bed, shaking his head as he looked around. His eyes trying to focus before he turned to Roman, "Can I please have my glasses? I would like to see-" he dead panned as Roman sighed, "They broke during the fall, were trying to get you new ones." he muttered standing up, as Logan tried to sit up more, "My glasses broke?" he asked softly. "Where are you going?" his eyes followed along the figure before he left Roman scowling softly. "Fucking nerd."

Sally,
My eyes long for your face hoping to see something that can only be described as adoration for the one I love. To watch your eyes shimmer as they gaze upon this desolate land, you are the beauty of which all eyes behold, you are the stars to my night sky.
When you smile, it makes even the sun feel envious, as it knows that it can never bring as much light and joy to my sad, pathetic world as you do. You may suffer here, and it brings me such pain to see you do so, but know this, the sun will shine again on us too, and we will be together.
I have had to watch you from afar my coffee bean. And as much as I dream for this day to happen, my own ideals of perfection will get in the way.
Am I not enough for you? Is there more you demand of me? When all I fantasize of doing is holding you in my touch, feeling your soft skin under my fingers as you say my name because I AM YOURS.
And one day you will be mine, till death do us part.
Jack.

The figure sat staring at the letter. The flame of a candle glowing nearby. It was dark, too dark for someone to be up, the letter lying on sand coloured paper, the whole scene was something softer. Much different from the character at hand. They look at the letter, by the corner, picking it up with a sigh. "Soon my love" they said before letting the corner hit the flame, the fire licking up the sides until all that was left was the remains of a distraught love. The person gave a soft sigh and nodded before moving to their bed and opening a drawer with the key that was haphazardly taped underneath.

Another Dozen letters lying there. All because of broken love.