(LAMP) The orphanage of secrets (poly sanders)

Three

Just as I finished, I heard the room door open softly. I turned around and saw a person with a black hoodie with purple patches on it. They also had black skinny jeans on and black short boots. They had their hood up. I saw big bags under their eyes, they don't bother hiding it. "Chill. It's just makeup. You must be Logan. Do you have a nickname yet?" They asked as they went towards the left bunks. He took that black backpack off of the bottom left bunk and lay down on that bed, holding his forehead.

"Oh... Well, salutations. I just arrived today so um... I have to inform you that I had yet to revive one. You must be Anxiety, correct?" I watch the volume of my voice since it seems that he has a migraine or something. He responds by groaning. Well... That answered my question. "Do you know-?"

"My groan ment shut the fuck up....  Please." Oh... Well then.

He suddenly sat up and tried to stand up, but stumbled back onto his bed. "Shit."

I quickly stood up and went towards him. "Do you need assistance?"

"No!" He yelled but groaned afterwards. "Fuck this shit." He said softly. "I don't need your help." I moved away as he struggled to stand up again. I really wanted to help him, but I remembered what Patton said.

"May I pease assist you? You seem to be in pain. Is there a particular office I need to take you to?" I asked.

He looked at me. I saw the pain in his eyes and felt the fear and anger radiating off of him. "You weren't supposed to be here! I am to be alone!" He now also held his chest like his life depended upon it.

I got frustrated. "Well I care! Now let me take you to someone that will be able to assist you!" He winced and just laid down on his bed.

"I just need t-to rest. It will blow over." I stared at him with shock.

I kneeled down to his level. "Negatory. You need help. Let me help you." I said simply. He stubbornly still said no. I sighed out in frustration. Then I had a 'lightbulb moment', as people call it. "If you don't allow me to assist you... I'll call Bubbles. He's here somewhere. He showed me around."

"Fuck you." He squeaked out. He tried to sit up but only held on to his chest tighter. He bit his lip.

"Should I try to assist you myself or call someone else?" I asked him.

"Don't -Don't call anyone."

I came a bit closer, making sure he can see me. "I'm going to touch you, is that okay?" He tightly shut his eyes and carefully nodded. I cautiously got even closer and softly touched his forehead. It was burning up. He swiftly opened his eyes. Pain still evident in them. I took my hand away.

"You know what? Just call Joan for me...please?" His voice made it evident that he was in pain.

I practically ran down towards that office that Patton talked about. I knocked on the door that is decorated with a blue star. I heard a faint 'come in'. I opened the door. I saw someone sit in a chair behind a desk. They were currently typing on a laptop. "Um... Are you Joan..?"

They looked up at me. "Yes. You must be Logan. What's up?"

"What do you mean with-nevermind. Anxiety is calling for you. He seems in pain and is heating up." I said with lightning speed. I'm surprised that they understood me.

"In his room I presume?" Joan said as they swiftly stood up and grabbed a red backpack. I noticed that there also was a yellow backpack, as well as a pink one, and a grey one. Before running out they turned to look at me. "Promise me that you will stay in here."

"Um okay, but I want-" Joan ran out of the office and closed the door. "...to help..."

Looks like I will have to stay here then. Great.