Sanders Sides One Shots

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Based off a prompt I found.

Logicality.

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Patton ran into Logan's room after having retrieved a damp washcloth. Placing it on the logical Side's forehead, Patton tried to think back to what might have caused this.

Logan had been acting weird all that day. He would zone out randomly and forget something Patton had said almost directly after him having saying it.

"Hey, you okay?" Patton had asked.

Logan just nodded, covering up whatever he was trying so hard to hide. "Yes of course."

"Well, I guess you were wrong," Patton whispered, looking down at Logan. His face was flushed and his breathing was erratic and slow.

Patton had knocked on his boyfriend's door, checking on him to make sure he was alright, which he wasn't. He had obviously fallen to the floor, if the spilled items off his desk were anything to go by. Patton had moved Logan to his bed but the other was unresponsive.

It was a few minutes later, after Patton had wrung out and dunked the washcloth several times, did Logan begin to stir.

"Logan." Patton put a hand on Logan's arm and gently shook him to let him know that he was there. It took many tries at opening his eyes before Logan finally looked blearily over to Patton.

"Pat?" Logan's voice was soft and unsure, as if he couldn't tell if it actually was Patton.

Patton gripped Logan's arm and then rubbed it, trying to comfort him at the same time as assuring him of his presence. "Yes, I'm here."

Sighing in response, Logan's eyes fluttered shut. Concerned, Patton removed the washcloth and pushes back Logan's sweat-plastered hair to feel his forehead.

"You're burning up." Patton removed his hand and replaced the washcloth. "Logan, what happened?"

Logan opened his eyes, now slightly watery. Patton wasn't sure if it was because of whatever sickness was plaguing him, or if he was crying. He placed a hand on Logan's cheek nevertheless.

Logan sighed out several breaths, obviously not able to breathe properly. "Mmmmm not sure. Dying, maybe."

Taken aback by the casual tone but terrifying diction, Patton ran his fingers through Logan's hair. "What makes you say that?"

"'Think it's..." Logan swallowed with his breathing still shallow. "Brain... mind-related."

As if to emphasize his point, Logan circled his finger beside his head, which just made Patton think he was referencing himself as 'crazy'.

Patton pursed his lips. "Logan, you're not making any sense. You-"

Logan coughing cut Patton off and he leaned forward to place his head in his lap, trying to catch his breath. Patton pat his back and tried to help him breathe, saying soothing words to him.

When Logan paused from coughing and leaned back up, Patton was terrified to see that Logan had coughed up blood into his hand. Looking over to Logan's face, he sees that Logan had closed his eyes, not wanting to see it.

"Logan, explain," Patton demanded, squeezing Logan's hand to get his attention. "What can I do to help?"

A stare was the only response Patton got. Logan looked at Patton like he had five heads, which Patton hoped the delirious Logan wasn't actually seeing. Simply shaking his head back and forth, Logan lay his head back down on his pillow.