~ Wings ~ Sanders Sides ~

~ Chapter Twenty-one ~ Logan ~

Patton and I sit in silence for a short while before I hear him softly snoring. I glance at him and smile. He looks so peaceful when he's asleep. I pick Patton up and carry him inside.

Hailey is in the living room. She takes one look at us and her eyes widen. Her wings flap with astonishing alacrity, yet her feet stay planted. "Logicality..." she whispers, then sinks down. I decide not to dwell on what just happened.

I take Patton to his room. I lay him on his bed, then pull the blankets over him. I go to my room to get bandages. When I return, Patton is humming. I take a chair and pull it up next to his bed. I gingerly begin bandaging Patton's arms.

When I finish, I search Patton's room for razor blades. I find five scattered around and a plethora more inside a box in his dresser. All of them are covered in blood. "Patton.." I whisper, a tear slipping down my cheek. "Why didn't you tell us?"

As I am about to leave, I hear a muffled whimper. I glance back at Patton, who is tossing and turning fitfully. I walk back and sit on the floor where I can see Patton's face. He's crying.

"No.." he says, so quietly that I would have difficulty understanding him if I couldn't read his lips. "Don't hurt them... please..!" He begins to cry harder. I take his hand in mine, running my thumb over his knuckles. Patton slowly stops crying.

When I am sure that he is alright, I return his room to its original state and leave. I take one last look before closing the door and returning to my room to settle in for the night.