Sanders Sides School For The Troubled Youth

Chapter 12: Logan

Song: Smithereens by Twenty one pilots

Tw: Accidental misgendering, Physical violence, This is mostly fluff tho uwu     orisit??

The alarm rang and Logan knew he had to get up. His body felt heavy and there were faint throbbing around his wrists and feet. Still he was fully aware that he was the only reason the 2 dumbasses he shared a room with got out of bed so he forced himself to sit upright.

"Pat, V wake up" He called out.

There came low grunting from under the purple covers and a yawn from the upper bed. "Good m-morning Logie" Patton said rubbing his eyes.

As the bubbly boy started his morning routine and the emo put on his headphones and didn't even try to get up Logan slowly climbed down from the upper bed and started to look around in the drawer for what he could wear. He choose a dark navy button up shirt, ripped grey jeans and his black jacket with patches sewn on. He sat back down on the lower bed and tried to take his socks on to no result. His wrists gave out and he simply didn't have the strength or energy to put them on. As his frustration rose a frown appeared on his face.

The weight shifted on the bed as Patton sat down next to him. "You good?" He simply asked bumping his head into his shoulder to get his attention.

"Yes" He nearly threw the item down into the ground harshly as his patience ended. 

"You've been t-trying to take that sock on for the last 5 minutes. You're always-s ready before me so something's up. Don't try and lie to y-your pappy Pat I can spot lies just as well as I can spot cows fl-lying in my direction"

"Why would cows be...Nevermind. My joints hurt that's all no need to care for me" Logan assured.

"How-w dare you. I will always care about you! No matter what!" He pointed aggressively at him. "When was t-the last time you took your meds?"

".....It ran out 8 days ago" He admitted quietly. The medicine was for his rheumatism (chronic illness). Without it his joints became weak and hurt.

"8 Days??" Patton put a hand on the other's knee. "Why haven't you g-gotten them r-refilled?"

"I wanted to wait till my paycheck" He worked at a diner as a waiter. "It's just a bit off pain. I've felt worse. I'll fix it later I just have to get through the day for now" 

"Logan we're taking the day off. No talking bac-ck. We're going into town and we're getting you your meds. I can't h-have you hur-rting yourself like this" Logan thought for a few moments before replying with a nod.

He sat down on the floor in front of Logan holding out his hand. With an embarrassed look he handed the socks over. Patton hummed softly as he helped put them on. When he was done he quickly went and changed into a big baggy hoodie instead of the bright fluffy shirt he had been wearing. He didn't really pass as a guy in public yet so he liked to tone his personal style down when they went out. 

He smiled brightly at Logan posing a little to show that he was ready to leave. A grunt came from Virgil's bed suddenly reminding them that they weren't living alone anymore. (Oh my god they were roommates)

"Oh kiddo aren't you go-oing to get ready for the a-amazing day awaiting you" Patton did jazz hands.

"Nope. Sorry kind of busy with depression" Virgil looked at them with an exhausted expression. He hadn't slept in nearly 3 days, ever since the incident which had left his hand in plaster he had quite bad nightmares.

"It is physically impossible to be busy with depression" Logan chimed in looking a little puzzled. He wasn't really invested in the conversation as he was looking around for the bracelets he'd gotten from Roman at Christmas that were made to help his wrists. He almost smiled when he found them. Almost.