Roman's P.O.V
I climbed up a steep cliff where I had found Anxiety before he left. My hands had bloody scars from climbing up and my arms aced. My clothes were covered in mud and blood.
I finally reached the top of the cliff, exhasted. Everything hurt. The blood loss was getting more unbareble by the second. I caught a glimps of a black and purple figure passed out on a purple cherry blossom tree. My vision became weak and my entire surroundings morphed into a small hill with the remanding of my ablities. My body was spread out on the floor in a puddle of blood.
A small figure came running towards me with a limp. Someone needed help. I couldn't help them. I'm pathetic. I lent up and got onto my knees. They aced. I couldn't just lie there helplessly. I got onto my feet and stumbled over towards them.
I finally grabbed a hold of them and embraced them. I winced in pain. I can't keep going. I need rest. No. I want rest. I grabbed the person and carried them down the hill.
I got only meters away from the mind palace before my legs gave in and I collasped with the person curled in my arms asleep.
Logan's P.O.V
I began to lose hope on finding Anxiety. But Roman wouldn't give up. He is still out there searching for Anxiety. Or he has simply given up and went back home.
"Patton, it's getting late, we shall recommence our search tomorrow if Thomas keeps us alive till them," I said.
"Okie dokie," He said trying to sound enthusiastic.
We began our decend back to the mind palace. As the mind palace came into sight we saw two figures lying on the floor passed out. As we came closer we saw that it was Roman and Anxiety. Patton rushed over to their aid.
"Patton grab Anxiety, I'll get Roman," He nodded and began to pick up Anxiety. His wings fell and stroked the floor due to their largeness. I picked up Roman who's look matched his weight.
"Logan..." Patton mumble.
"Yes Patton,"
"Anxiety is so....,"
Hm?
"Light..."
"Let's get them inside first,"
We put them both on the sofa together because their rooms were quite far away from the entrance. Anxiety immediately curled back into a ball next to Roman and Roman lay without knowing.
I aquired the fist aid kit and started to wrap bandaids around Romans blood-stained hands. He must of passed out from exhaust and blood loss. Anxiety was passed out from being sleep deprived.
I sat in my usual space next to a very worried Patton. He lent againest my shoulder and soon doused to sleep. How would Thomas function with anxiety and creativity?
I also soon drifted off to sleep on the sofa with a sleeping Patton on me.
Anxiety's P.O.V.
I woke up in a place that looked like the commons. Had they found me? I had an extremely warm blacket draped over me nicely. Was this from Roman's room?
I looked atound the room and saw Logan and Patton sleeping on the sofa. They must of had a long day.
I glanced up to the 'blacket'. It was not a blanket. Not a blanket.
End Of Chapter.
