Sanders Sides Musical Oneshots

What Sarah Said - Chester See

Point of View: Logan, First Person
Timeline: Present Day

I dropped my head into my hands, tired eyes making the world spin around me.  I reached up and loosed my blue and black stripped tie, running a frustrated hand through my hair before glancing over at Roman and Virgil.

Roman and Virgil were curled together on the chairs next to me.  Roman was wearing a bright red long sleeve shirt and pair of black skinny jeans.  He was currently curled into a tight ball, arms wrapped around himself as he finally fell asleep from exhaustion.  

Virgil was in his usual black ripped jeans, dyed purple shirt, and purple patched hoodie.  He was in the chair between Roman and myself.  He had his eyes shut, but I could tell he wasn't asleep yet.  

Like me, there was no way either of us were going to be able to fall asleep with Patton -

I sighed, running a hand through my hair again - resting my elbows on my knees and tiredly as I reached forward, slipping one of my hands into Patton's unconscious one, whispering tiny prayers that I didn't even know if I believed.

And it came to me then - that every plan - is a tiny prayer to father time.  That's all I was asking for really.  Not for him to go back to normal, not even from him to go home, none of that.  But for me to have just a little more time with him, just to have a couple more minutes that I wouldn't waste in front of my desk - too focused on my work to give him the attention he deserved.  If I had just - just -

"Logan," Virgil said, jolting me out of my thoughts and I twisted to face him.

Virgil looked just as bad as me, dark circles under his eyes more prominent and obvious then ever.  His whole body seemed to be slouched and I'm sure I looked the same. 

Virgil's been here the longest, he was here first - racing here as soon as he got the call.

And me?

I didn't come for hours because I turned off my phone - annoyed about all the notifications coming on my phone while I was trying to work.

Little did I know that my husband was dying and everyone was trying to tell me.

"Logan, how about you go get something to eat?" Virgil pushed, gently.  "You haven't eaten since you got here and I'm sure you're running on empty."

"B-But I - I  CAN'T," I choked out, hating how broken my voice sounded.  I sounded like a child, I couldn't even think.  My elaborate vocabulary apparently vanished when my stupid co-worker - my stupid co-worker stopped in, casually mentioning how she was surprised to see me working while my husband was in the hospital to only find out that clearly had not been informed of the situation.

"Please Lo," Virgil tried, setting a hand on my shoulder and I visibly flinched at the name.

"Don't call me that," I snapped, tears beginning to burn behind my eyes.  "Patton is the only person who gets to call me Lo."

Virgil got quiet for a moment, eyes dropping to his bright purple socks - he'd taken off his combat boots a while ago and now they sat in the corner of Patton's hospital room.

"I'm sorry," Virgil apologized.  "But we love him too - don't forget that," he said, soft, but firm.  "Now go get something to eat - now."

"How do you expect me to -"

"Logan Sanders," Virgil said sharply.  "How do you think Patton would feel if he saw you right now?"

"Don't play that card," I spat.  "You have no RIGHT to use him against me!"