Assistance Required

Hannah

TW cursing, Remus, basic angst

The rest of the week was a blur. He didn't go to work over the weekend. The doctor decided it would be better if he wasn't in a loud, fast-paced environment until he was over his concussion. Honestly, he was glad. The lights hurt. Noises bothered him. He could hardly focus as it was. The others were doing their best to help him not fall behind. Logan had done some research as soon as Virgil told him he had a concussion. He didn't join their movie night this weekend. He chose to sit in his room in the dark and stare at the ceiling for a bit.

The only solace he really had was his art. He didn't have to move. He didn't have to think. Just the feeling of his hands running over the paper was enough. He couldn't think of what to draw, so he just drew the room. Over and over he drew what he saw around him. He drew his desk, Logan's bed, the eggs still sitting on Logan's desk, and he drew his friends. He didn't feel like leaving the room, so they came to him from time to time. They sat in the room and talked to him and each other. Those were the times he just sat on his bed with his sketchbook and drew them. He drew them laughing and talking and happy.

Remus thought it was funny to tape pictures of Patton around his bed while Virgil was in the shower. There were sticky notes too with messages like "Remember your promise" and "Coming through a window near you" and "Always watching you." Virgil's favorite note was "Your personal guardian angel." Logan helped him take the pictures down. Virgil wouldn't care so much if it weren't so weird having a bunch of pictures staring at him while he slept.

Monday rolled around and Virgil was a nervous wreck. Midterms were next week! After classes, he went to the student center to study. A few minutes later, Logan walked by with a girl. They talked for a bit before they parted and he joined them.

"Who was that?" Roman asked.

"Hannah?" Logan asked. "Just some girl from my introduction to literature class. We were partnered to do our midterm project together. We were merely discussing which book we were going to focus on."

"Ugh, midterms!" Virgil groaned.

"At least we don't have a Spanish midterm!" Roman offered to cheer him up.

"No, but I still have midterms in three of my classes and a project for another."

"Is it a group project or solo?" Patton asked.

"It's a solo project, but it's art, so it isn't so bad. I just don't know what I want to do for it yet."

"Well, what concept are you supposed to be doing?" Logan asked.

"It's supposed to be a cut-paper collage dealing with identity. What the hell am I supposed to do for identity?!"

"Virgil!"

Virgil took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry for cursing, Patton."

Patton smiled before turning back to his laptop to work on his paper. An hour later, they decided to meet the others for dinner. Patton was helping him gather food when Virgil noticed Logan talking to the girl from earlier.

"She must really care about that project," Virgil muttered.

"Hm?"

"Hannah's talking to Logan again," Virgil said gesturing to the two by the table.

"Oh," Patton said as he turned to look at them.

She grabbed his arm and led a very surprised Logan away from the rest of the group.

"Rather handsy, isn't she?" Patton muttered as he turned away.

Virgil looked at him surprised.

"You do that to almost everyone!" Virgil said.