Medicine & Melancholy

Chapter Two: Chaos & Characters

((TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains mention of implied overdose and past recreational use of over the counter medication.))

After a few seconds of waiting, there was no response from within the office. Somewhat more frantically, Logan tries knocking once more, his knuckles rapping against the cold wood.
"Come in, the door is open!" A friendly, singsong voice rang out from behind the door. Logan hastily entered, nearly blinded by bright decor even more garish and out of place than the lobby. It only took a mere guess for Logan to figure out who was in charge of decorating as the answer was behind the desk right in front of him, a warm smile on his round face, hazel eyes welcoming Logan into the room.
"Oh, you must be Logan! Janine told me to expect you, please sit down. I'm Doctor Picani, but please, call me Emile." He smiled as the boy entered the room.
"That assumption is correct, I am Logan Winchester. But, sir, I can't talk about this right now, you see, next door--"
Logan was cut off as the office door slammed open, catching him by surprise and nearly making him jump out of his skin.
"DOC! VIRGIL'S HAVING A PANIC ATTACK!" It was James, or possibly the other one. Remy, Logan thought his name was. Either way, his sunglasses were balanced atop his head, dull green eyes filled with fear. Emile's smile disappeared, becoming a look of concern as he stood up behind his desk and made his way to the door.
"Logan, we'll have to continue this later. Where's Virgil right now, Remy?"
"James right n-now, but he's next door..."
"My apologies, James. Can you tell me how bad Virgil is? And what triggered him?" Emile looked over to Logan, giving him a short, apologetic smile. "Sorry, Logan."
"There really is no iss-" He was once again cut off, this time by a blood curdling scream. It sounded like Patton.
At that alone, Picani and James practically disappeared from the room in an instant, Logan doing what he could to follow and keep up with their pace. As soon as the three men entered the commons, there was only one word to describe what was happening in front of them.

Chaos.

Virgil had fallen unconscious and was being held in Roman's arms. He couldn't really tell due to the men in front of him, and the hair covering Roman's face, but to Logan it looked almost as if Roman was crying. As if tears were silently falling down the princely man's face. Meanwhile, across the room, Patton was huddled up in the corner, sobbing heavily and shaking in fear. It was as if the tears couldn't leave his eyes fast enough. The poor soul looked shaken to the bone, and despite his loud sobs and shaking, it was like the petite man was a deer in headlights. Like he couldn't move, or he didn't want to, it was unsure at the time, however.

Logan was knocked from his thoughts by an animalistic growl coming from his right, a few feet in front of Patton. Remus has managed to get out of his jacket somehow and it didn't take a genius to figure out what happened next. Remus had attacked the bubbly blonde, or at least he had attempt to. A new character had been added to this already peculiar cast, and he was pinning Remus to the ground. He was kneeling over Remus, making sure the man was stuck on his stomach, arms behind his back as he growled and gnashed his teeth. This new character was tall. Really tall. They had dark, straight hair. Not quite black, but not brown either. Logan couldn't see their eyes, spare from a quick flash of a yellowish green, but what Logan could see was the person's skin.
They had vitiligo.
Logan was pulled out of his thoughts as Remus thrashed and screamed, causing Patton to only cry louder. After some time, Emile managed to get more staff into the room, who then proceeded to tightly wrap Remus back up in his jacket and cart him off to his room to calm down.
Patton whimpered and Logan slowly neared, dropping to his knees.
"Patton?" He spoke, voice only a slither warmer than it was before, "It's Logan. Do you remember what I look like?" He softly asked, before turning to James, who was stood awkwardly.
"Go help Virgil and Ro--"
"NO!" Roman snapped. "No one will be touching Virgil!" Emile gave a small sigh, slowly approaching Roman, crouching down to his level.
"Roman, you know that we need to move Virgil to his room so he can properly rest. It's safer for him there right now. You want Virgil to be safe, don't you?"
"B-but, if V-Virgil is with me, he will be safe. He'll be safe, Emmy." He mumbled, slowly starting to repeat the words 'safe' and 'Virgil' under his breath.
"Ro, I think it's best you listen to the doc he--"
"You don't get to tell me what to do if you aren't even real, James!"
The Prince-like persona shouted, venom in his words. James gave a small shocked gasp, his expression of hurt soon becoming one of anger.
"I'm perfectly real! At least I'm not a fully grown man that still plays make believe! Or, how about this for size, at least I can fucking control myself!"
Emile stepped in at this point, an unfamiliar tone of authority in his soft, kind voice.
"That is enough! I will not tolerate anymore fighting, is that clear!"
At the doctor raising his voice, Patton instinctively clung onto Logan, hugging him tight and hiding his face in his shoulder.