This is not a fairytale-Sandersides

Chapter 27

"I want to prevent that from happening."

The words that had been spoken slowly rained down on the group stood around the couch I was laying on, me myself looking up in surprise after Logan had sated his plan.

"But why?" Romans' voice was soft, the first time I heard him speak in two weeks, the royal would always be painfully quiet whenever I was in hearing distance. And even now, him only being three feet away from me, it seemed as if he was unreachable, his gaze never meeting mine and his feet balancing inside black, 7-inch heels with gold and white making them a little less like they could've belonged to me.

"If Thomas was to get help he will most likely get some sort of medication against his heightened anxiety. This might inflict harm on Virgil, physically or mentally, and we do not want to risk him being more damaged than he already is by now."

After the last sentence he pointed at my arms I had hidden underneath the covers, Patton, who had taken place beside me had now taken my right arm and was looking at the harm I had unintentionally inflicted on myself. His hands soft and gentle as if I was a porcelain doll which would break if it was being held not with incredible worry and care.

"So?"

Romans' voice made Patton almost jump away from me, scratching my arm while doing so and yelling 'Im sorry son!' right after.

"Well, Roman." Logan was getting annoyed which could be very dangerous.

"If Virgil was to be harmed it might send him over the edge, making Thomas'who's pills would no longer work by that time, might think in ways we do not want him to think. Ultimately doing things which could inflict harm on us all including you."

Roman looked at me for a split second before blurting out the words he should not have.

"Are you saying he might kill himself?"

Patton, who had picked up my arm again gripped it painfully tight, his fingers leaving red marks on my arm. His eyes seemed to get even bigger then they had been and he tried to calm himself down by doing the exercise we had learned from Joan and Talyn for the video in which everyone 'saw the good in me'.

Well, that one was a bummer, wasn't it?

Now the tables had turned. Me trying to calm Patton down and slowly removing his death grip from my wounded arm as he was just sitting there, slightly shaking, breathing in the familiar pattern.

"Roman for god sake" This was the first time I had spoken in this conversation and Roman jumped a little, as if he had forgotten I was even there.

" Can you for once think before you speak? You are hurting Patton"

The creative trait looked at Patton with a strange emotion I identified as guilt swirling inside his eyes.

He nodded, not moving or speaking a word he looked at how Patton slowly stopped shaking, his breathing becoming regular and his fear a little less heightened.

"Should we continue this conversation tomorrow?"

Logan had said the thing we all wanted at that moment and as everyone agreed and made their way out of the centre, Patton giving me a hug and whispering a small 'thank you', I was left alone once more.

Now I'd like to inform you that we did not talk about it the next day, or the day after that.

So I just helplessly sat and watched as Thomas went to the doctor who suggested some sort of medicine against his heightened anxiety. And I just watched, as I heard how Roman and Logan sealed the door shut that had led to my room. And I just hoped. I just hoped that whatever was in those pills would not hurt me as bad as Logan thought it would.

That hope had been for nothing.

Because here we sat. Watching Thomas take a pill and getting hugged by his friends who told him he had done the right thing.

Here we sat, Patton glancing at me every few seconds to see I was getting paler and paler, colder and colder.

Logan had gotten his first aid kit for whatever reason.

And Roman held my hand, the sudden affection seemed strange yet I did not mind it as I just kept looking into his hazel brown eyes, a hint of gold and chocolate in them. And he stared back, his eyebrows frowning as he looked at how pale I had gotten, how cold my hands were getting how-

"Your eyes lost their colour."