Hanahaki Disease // Sanders Sides - Virgil

🌹Chapter 6🌹

TW: Panic attack

|Previous chapter:

"I promise, Patton," I said. What he didn't know was that I had my fingers crossed in the sleeve of my sweatshirt.|

Virgil POV:

I woke up the next morning struggling to breathe. I sat up in my bed and coughed, petals cascading down onto my blankets.

I knew that I should probably tell someone, but, big shock, my anxiety won't let me.

Once I was able to breathe, I got out of bed. I started to walk to my bathroom but collapsed after just a few steps.

I laid on the floor contemplating whether I should get up or just stay there until someone found me. 

After a few minutes of silently debating in my mind, I decided on staying where I was. At that point, I didn't care who found me.

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A while later, I heard a bang on my door. I slowly looked at my clock and saw that it was 1:30 in the afternoon. 

I had been there way longer than I thought. 

There was another bang on my door, and I turned my head towards it. 

"Come in," I croaked, trying not to cough and failing. I rolled onto my side so I wouldn't choke on the stream of rose petals coming from my lungs. 

I faintly heard the door of my room creak open and light footsteps shuffle in. 

Once I had finished coughing, whoever was there was crouched next to me. They reached out and tentatively placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Are you alright, Virgil?" they asked.

I turned my head and all I could see was black and yellow.

"Deceit?" I questioned, wondering why he would be here.

"That's me," he said. I could tell from his posture that he was scared that I would cringe away from him.

"Why are you here?" I inquired.

"I had to see if you were alright," he whispered, looking down at his gloved hands. "I heard the lies you told Patton yesterday."

"W-wait, what?? You... heard the lies... I told... Patton yesterday?" I had to keep pausing and catching my breath. I could feel tendrils of panic creeping through me, making my chest even tighter.

I think Deceit could tell that I was starting to panic. He reached out and put a hand on my shoulder, "Would you like to sit up?"

I nodded, unable to speak.

With some difficulty, Deceit managed to sit me up so I was leaning against my bed.

At this point, I was shaking. 

What if he tells the others that I lied to Patton. They'll all come in and tell me how stupid I am. Then they'll take all my stuff and never leave me alone. That means they'll also find out about my disease. Oh, the irony, a disease getting a disease. Because that's all I am, a disease, a disorder that only holds people back.

"Virgil," Deceit said, both hands on my shoulders. 

"VIRGIL," he shouted. I flinched and looked at him.

"Breathe with me, Virgil. In for four, hold for seven, out for eight. Can you do that with me?" I feebly nodded and tried to imitate his breathing. 

It took me a few tries before I was able to properly do what he was doing, and even longer for my panic to subside. 

When I was able to breathe again, Deceit spoke again. 

"Are you doing ok, Virgil?"

I nodded. "Yeah, thanks for the help."

"No, that's not what I meant," he said, shaking his head. "I mean, besides the panic attack, are you ok? I was worried when I heard what you said to Patton."

I hung my head. "I... not really."

I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up. Something about how Deceit was looking at me had changed. It took me a while to realize what it was, but then it hit me.

Pity. Deceit was pitying me.

As soon as I realized that I shoved Deceit away from me. I stood up and started pacing.

"Don't you dare feel sorry for me," I shouted. "I don't need your pity. I've gotten along just fine with everyone hating me. I don't need that to change just because I'm dying. Why are you even here? It's not like you actually care about how I'm doing. I know all about your "Trail of Lies" bullshit. You just came here so you wouldn't end up with a migraine. YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT ME, SO STOP LEADING ME ON AND MAKING ME LOOK LIKE A FOOL."

As soon as I finished I collapsed in a corner of my room shaking and unable to breathe. 

I was such a fool to think that Deceit actually cared about how I was doing. I should have known that he was only here because of his so-called "Trail of Lies".

I was so caught up in my own thoughts that I didn't notice when Deceit wiped a tear from his cheek or when he got up to leave, closing my door quietly behind him.

After what felt like forever I stopped shaking and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

A/N:

Hi guys!!!

OK, first things first, I'm gonna let a little bit of my enthusiastic writer out soooo 

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