An Act of Chivalry (Sander Sides)

Chapter Eleven

I was frozen in shock, but the shock was lasting too long so my dad instincts took over. I threw the door open and ran in, Thomas following close behind. Logan's room was a dark blue with a white carpet floor. All the lights were turned off but I managed to make out the stack of unfinished work nearby. It sat on a dark oak desk, seemingly untouched.

Logan was laying in bed, that was the only normal thing about him. Compared to his usual, Logan's clean and composed manner was gone, leaving him a complete wreck. He was laying in a fetal-like position, staring past me and Thomas as he muttered under his breath. His hair was a bird's nest, probably because the intellectual was grabbing onto it for dear life. Everything about his state unsettled me.

"Logan?" I called once more, the side wouldn't reply, the only hint of him being the flicker of recognition in his eyes. Then that light was gone. I rushed to his side and shook him lightly back and forth. I heard the mattress move more than I heard him.

I flipped my head around to Thomas, tears noticeable in the hallway light. "Call Virgil." I sobbed, we both knew that Virgil had body chemical rotation. In other words, he could change your emotions and or help ease mental distress.

I turned back to Logan, who hadn't changed one bit, and shook him harder. "What's wrong?" I cried, "Can you hear me?"

"Why can't you leave me alone?" He muttered back. For a moment that broke my heart, but then he added: "Give me back?" Was he delusional? Was he even conscious?

"Oh my," I chocked. The lights turned on and I could hear people yelling around me. I could also see logan better. His eyes weren't just brown like I originally thought. They were still brown, but the very outer of his iris was a yellow ring. I could hear steps echoing from down the hall. They were still distant.

When they did enter I wish they hadn't. The first thing Roman did was pull me away. I was the fastest but I wasn't the strongest. "Ro, please!" I pleaded. Roman didn't respond, holding me back by my waist so I couldn't move forward. I don't know whether he was doing it for me or him.

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Muffled noises accompanied me in the darkness. Everything was mixed together, making my headache worse than it already was. I was scared if you wanted my honest opinion. I went to go to sleep but couldn't wake up. Now I was stuck. Was I dead? No, I still had my cognitive thinking.

"That won't be a problem for too long." A familiar voice teased over the blur of noise.

"Go, I don't want this right now."

Despite my protest, Deceit still popped up in front of me with a cup of tea in hand. "Of COURSE you do Logan, plus I brought you tea, my friend." Deceit then snapped his fingers, allowing a table to appear, two chairs and a cup of tea following close behind. I rolled my eyes at the gesture, knowing very well it was fake. It's boring here and Deceit decided to infiltrate the mind of a very curious individual. This was a dream, I don't know why Deceit's in this dream, all I knew was I couldn't wake up.

"Why'd you want to wake up? It'll be so much better here. The mind is such a wonderful place."

I scoffed in response, "Dreams are a non-logical, fiction facade, used only as a distraction as the brain files through your brain and restores energy."

"Yup," The villain smirked, "And you never know what you'll remember."

"Excuse m-"

The world went from black to white as my eyes hit the light. I screamed at the sudden pain that clouded my senses. My skull figuratively felt like someone had run it through with a jackhammer. The world was blurry and the muffled voices slowly started to clear. Someone was touching me, yup someone was definitely touching me.

I squinted, letting the colors slowly fade in. On one side of the bed was Remy, who was waving a hand in my face. On the other side was Patton, who stared at me with tear filled eyes. His hands were sandwiched around mine as he tried comforting me the best he could. It was a warm security.

Remy pressed something to my head, making me flinch. The substance was cool and the pain that sprouted from my head dulled greatly. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to will the nagging pain out of my system. The technique wouldn't work but it was worth a shot.

"Nice to see you awake Lo, you gave everyone a scare back there," Remy said, checking the equipment. I only just noticed Virgil behind him. "Virge, you can let them in now." Virgil nodded, leaving the room quickly.

"Is this a dream?" I muttered to Patton as I tried to sit up. Patton stopped me. "You're awake, now don't sit up, unless you want another headache, you dork." My friend smiled sadly at his own joke. His eyes were red and puffy, his hands quivering in mine. He had been crying recently. I sat up a bit more, despite Patton's protest and pulled him into a hug. I wasn't usually one for physical contact, but at the same time, I owed it to him. It was nice anyway.

When the door started opening again I pulled away. Virgil came in first, Roman following close behind. "Thomas will be here shortly," Virgil commented upon entry. My head started to pound, forcing me to lean back again. Virgil noticed this. "Yeah, you were pretty fucked up dude. Your lucky theirs a hormone that gradually wakes you up, or else you'd be screwed right now."

"Virgil, language!" Patton warned. The emo just shrugged in response.

The door opened again and Thomas ran in, a folder of work in his hands. He must've been busy. "Logan!" Thomas beamed, very enthusiastic about my consciousness. He set the folder down and sat on my bed. "What happened?"

Now that was a question I didn't know how to answer.

"I don't know."