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Virgil - Sleep Deprivation

Requested by:
Ace-Fanboy0405

TW's & CW's
-Sleep deprivation
-Mental torment
-Sickness
-Emotophobia warning
-Swearing, a decent amount of it
-Problems eating/smelling food/drinks

Fandom:
Sanders Sides

Character(s):
Virgil Sanders (Anxiety)
Patton Sanders (Morality) [Mentioned]

Remus Sanders (Intrusive Thoughts & Creativity) [Implied]
Janus Sanders (Deceit) [Implied]

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Bleary eyes staring ahead, fingers weakly holding onto the spoon in his hand, barely processing it actually being there before it dropped into the bowl of cereal in front of him.
The splash of milk and the dull thunk of his spoon hitting the ceramic bowl captured Virgil's attention as his head snapped up, incoherent rambles escaping him as he pushed himself up.
"Huh..?"

He managed out, voice hoarse and heavy as his tired and unfocused eyes tried their best to blink out the blur of uncertainty of.. what was real and what was actually a hallucination.
If the surrounding and caving in darkness in the corners of his vision was enough to go off of, Virgil was sure he most definitely not okay.

Yet.. he couldn't bring himself to fight back against the taunting thoughts thoughts continued to plague and taunt his mind. Even when awake.

Was he awake..?

Hell, even he didn't know anymore.

"Virgil? Are you alright?"
The question alone was enough to confuse said side, he was sure he was alone. Yet.. the sickly sweetness to the voice that honestly just sounded so.. condescending and fake. Yet.. Ah fuck, Patton.

"Huh? Wha- m'okay,"
Virgil stammered out, eyes dancing around before managing to focus on Patton who.. seemed to just be well- surprisingly right in front of him. Opposite him on the kitchen island where he had been sat on a bar stool.

Patton however just sighed quietly with a small headshake as he stepped around the island to get closer to Virgil, carefully resting a hand on the other's forehead. Humming quietly below his breath as if he could determine something just from that.

"Patton.. We're sides, we can't get sick. I'm fine," Virgil murmured, though his words unintentionally coming out more.. slurred, monotone yet.. slow.

"Yes.. but, you do have a-"

"Patton. I said I'm fine." He huffed, spinning around on the bar stool and swinging his legs down onto the ground, trying to ignore how his legs felt like jelly and just standing sent a wave of dizziness through him. Sight filling with black spots as he cursed, quickly reaching out to grab onto the counter with a hand.
Narrowly missing it as he grumbled as he felt the other side catch him with a sigh.

"Virgil.. please.. c'mon, let's get you sat down somewhere safer,"
He spoke up, slowly guiding Virgil over to the couch, the other barely processing the sound of Logan's papers being moved aside before he was gently pushed down onto the couch.

Groaning as he slowly laid himself down, head feeling as if it was rolling as Patton placed a cushion down against the couch arm for him to rest it on.
Feeling his legs being carefully lifted and rested against the couch as he grumbled below his breath.
Trying his best to keep his eyes open despite just how achey they felt and how much they burned.

His irises burning and itching to the point he felt like clawing them out and ruining his perfectly chipped nailpolish doing so.

He felt like screaming yet.. his throat felt so raw and bloody as it was. He hadn't eaten, yet.. he couldn't bring himself to. Various intrusive thoughts flooded his mind just at the thought of letting something.. edible enter his mouth.

Just thinking of the sickening slop of chewed up food in his mouth made him gip and gag, feeling Patton rub his back in attempt to reassure him.
"You're okay.. do you feel sick?"

It was like he read his mind.
He hated it.

"Yeah.." Virgil weakly grumbled out as he groaned quietly, relaxing almost instantly as he watched Patton leave his sight and wander off to the kitchen.
Thank fuck, two minutes of peace.

"Do you want a wet cloth for your forehead too?"

Oh for fucksake leave me alone.

"I.. yes please Patton.."
He managed out yet again, just.. talking and listening took way too much energy from him. He grumbled quietly, rolling onto his side, feeling his stomach churn as his bleary eyes glared at the opposite side of the room.
The smell of coffee flooding his nostrils as he gagged again, seeing Patton rush over as he barely had enough time to understand what was going on before he threw up into what the sides had deemed the 'sick bucket'.

Patton slowly rubbing his back as he sighed quietly, reassuring words spewing out of his mouth like some sort of motherly like figure or at least an attempt of one as Virgil sighed.
Slowly forcing himself to sit up with a woozy head and swimming vision as he felt the bucket being placed on his lap before he found his head being buried within it yet again.

Vomit spewing and leaving his bodh with each upchuck of his body constricting and squeezing out the lack of his stomach's contents.
Throat burning and aching as he continued until his body deemed it enough for him to lift his head.

"Fuck m'tired.."
He murmured, soon succumbing to laying on the couch, a cold, damp rag being placed over his closed eyes as he tried his best to rest. He needed it afterall.

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A/N:
life is starting to feeling like a chorus of Mccafferty songs again.