Meaning Of A Purr (Sanders Sides - LAMP Fic)

Chapter 3: Here For You

Rape/non-con aftercare and blood warning. Thanks for reading and take care of yourselves.

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He wasted an hour having his little breakdown. An hour he could have spent doing something a little more important. After spending that long alone with his intense emotions, he felt even more worn out. His head felt fuzzy and it was getting hard to think. He knew his tasks, and decided on the best course of actions. As much as he wanted to get clean he knew he wouldn't be able to clean himself very well at the moment. He couldn't stand, he couldn't sit normally, and he still didn't have much use of his sore arms yet. He had to push the hygiene he longed for to the back burner for now. The most productive order would be to get something to eat and drink, take a nap, and then try to clean himself up. After all it wasn't like he wasn't used to feeling disgusting.

He had to get dressed to go downstairs to the kitchen and that was a whole nother challenge in itself. Virgil decided that with his burns and freshly scabbing wounds that he should wear the loosest and lightest clothing he could find while still covering his whole body. He didn't want to dirty any of his good clothing either so he went for a set of old night clothes. For the sake of the burns still stinging his rump he forsook putting on underwear to give the injury a bit of breathing room for the time being. He crawled over to one of his dressers and pulled out the middle drawer, taking out a loose fitting pair of light gray sweatpants, purple tank top, and a plain black hoodie. Even though his ears and tail had vanished after he calmed down a little, he still pulled his hood over his head. He hoped beyond all hope that the other sides would be in their rooms while he snuck out, but he knew if he did see them, there was no way his tail and ears wouldn't grow. Virgil looked down at his bare feet before looking at his boots. There was no way he'd be able to get them on his feet without causing farm more pain that he already had. He didn't want anything to touch his feet but he also couldn't just leave them in plain sight. He looked up and spotted a box of tissues on top of his dresser and quickly knocked it down to the ground. He took the box and bit his lip as he wrapped the sheets around the bottom of his foot for padding. He then carefully slid a thin pair of ankle socks on over top of it.

Virgil sat carefully on one leg, leaving forward and to the side so his injured rear was not touching the ground. He rested his head against the wall as he let out a few shaky breaths. He was really starting to lose to exhaustion. He knew if he didn't eat now he'd likely sleep through his chance later and there was no telling how long Deceit would keep him this time. He had to take care of himself while he still could, even if he didn't necessarily want to. If he was fast he could be in and out of the kitchen without anyone knowing he was there.

He took another breath and sank out as he released it, popping up in the kitchen on his chair. He wanted to sit while he made a plan of how to actually get to the food. Both of his legs were spread under him, just barely touching the sides of his butt to keep his injuries from touching the seat and his feet poked out the back end so they too faced contact with nothing too painful.

Before he could do much plan making he heard a happy squeal behind him. He internally winced and he slowly turned his head to look at where Patton had walked into the kitchen, soon followed by both of his boyfriends who were curious about his excitement.

"Virgil! My dark strange son is back!" Patton squealed running over to give him a hug.

Virgil tensed and pulled his hood further down, he could feel his cat ears pressing against the fabric he was pulling taunt. His tail was curling itself around his waist, he was thankful to have the loose pants on for once.

"Please don't," Virgil grumbled, barely able to force his voice to cooperate before Patton reached him.

The moral side stopped before hugging him, a small from crossing his lips for a moment.