Maybe {Logicality}

Flashback (Logan's POV)

(I will be updating this every Monday)

T.W.: self harm, blood, suicidal thoughts

19 years ago

I hadn't seen Morality all week. I was getting worried about him. The last I saw him, he was going to his room. So that's where I went.

I knocked on the baby blue door covered in stickers, "Morality? Are you there?"

I listened closely and I thought I heard him crying, "Morality are you okay?"

He didn't respond.

"Okay, I'm coming in!"

I opened the door. His room was a mess to say the least. It looked like he held on to everything. Maybe I could help him organize his room sometime...

No, I'm getting distracted. I have to find Morality. I had to look around for a second before I spotted him hiding, curled up, on the opposite side of the bed. I carefully made my way over to him.

I knelt in front of him. He looked completely devoid of colour, in fact, everything looked colourless.

"Morality?" I asked, reaching toward him. Then I saw what he was holding, "Morality what are you doing? What's going on?"

He didn't say anything, just curled up tighter. Then I saw the blood on the knees of his pants.

"Morality you're bleeding!"

"Go away, Logic,"

I was shocked by his tone, "Morality, I-"

"I'm fine Logic."

"Morality..."

"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" He threw his arms away from his face.

His eyes were red and puffy from crying and dried tear stains were being renewed with a new wave of tears. His glasses were askew and his hair was a mess.

But his arms were the worst. Dried and fresh blood coated his skin like frosting on a cake. You couldn't even see the wounds.

I stared in horror. How could this have happened? How could he do this to himself?

"M-morality?" I whimpered. Tears started falling.

"Logic..." He cried softly, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell, I just, d-didn't want y-you t-to see me l-like this,"

"Morality, we have to get you cleaned up," I stood, pulling him up with me.

"Why?" He asked, letting me drag him to the bathroom.

"Because you could get infected and die!" I told him.

He stopped outside the bathroom door, "Why do you care?"

I blinked at him, "because- because you're my friend."

His eyes widened in surprised.

"Now lets get you cleaned up,"

I pulled him the rest of the way into the bathroom. I turned on the water in the sink, grabbing a rag while I waited for the water to warm up. I guided his arm under the stream and he winced. The water turned a bright red as it swirled down the drain. I gently started wiping away clots of dried blood, and soon the cuts were visible.

There were a lot.

Horizontal, vertical and deep. Why did he do this?

When all the blood was cleaned, I wrapped his arms in gauze.

"Why?" I asked.

"I-it hurt," he started crying again.

"I know it hurt, Morality," I said, "but if it hurt, why did you do it?"

"I did it because it hurt," he sobbed, "I j-just feel so e-empty and- and lost a-and I thought-"

He broke off, hugging me and crying into my chest.

"Hey, Morality, shh, you're okay-"

"But I'm not okay, Logic!" He yelled, "I'm not okay..."

There was a moment of silence. I sighed, "come on."

I pulled him out of the bathroom and to the commons, sitting him down on the couch. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a sandwich and a glass of water. I was about to go back to Morality when I spotted a plate of cookies on the counter. I grabbed one and put it on his plate.

I went back out to Morality, who was fiddling with the sleeves of his cardigan.

"Morality, I made you some food," I handed him the plate and sat down.

"Oh, thank you Logic," he said, taking a bite of the cookie, "are you gonna eat anything?"

I shook my head, "it's 'going to' and, no, I already ate,"

"Are you sure Logic?"

"Yes, I am quite sure."

"Okay," he went back to eating his sandwich.

We sat in silence for a while until Morality finished eating. He set the dishes on the coffee table.

"How did this start?" I asked after a bit.

"Well, I was in the imagination and I saw something on the ground," he explained, "I picked it up and it was this thing that looked like The Dwarf In The Flask from Full Metal Alchemist. It told me it was lonely and wanted a friend, so I took it back here. It was really sad and after a while it told me it wanted to get out of its flask and play. So I let it out. It made my room go all dark and colourless and I didn't feel like myself and when I told it, it said- it said to h-hurt m-myself and it would go away but it didn't go away and I hurt myself more a-and- and I-..."

He looked up at me tears spilling over his eyes, "Logic, I wanted to die."

"Surely you don't mean that?" I said, shocked.

"But I do, Logic, or I did until you found me and got me out of there,"

"Morality-"

"Patton," he corrected, "my name is Patton,"

I smiled, "Patton, you don't have to fight this alone anymore,"

"Really?"

"Really,"

Mor- Patton threw his arms me, "thank you Logic,"

"Logan," I said, "my name is Logan,"

"Thank you, Logan,"

Eventually, we fell asleep like that, Patton hugging me, laying on the couch.

Maybe that's when I fell for him.

Maybe...