"You got me toys?"
"Virgil, they are anxiety aids. I already said this."
Anxiety shot through..well Anxiety. Again, tears fell and gasps were heard. Virgil worried that Logan was annoyed, that he was hurting the others, that this would never end, that- someone wrapped a heavy blanket around him and clamped headphones around his ears. If it weren't for the newly adorned headphones Virgil would have heard everyone's sighs of release. They were some nifty toys. Virgil slowly lowered the headphones.
"I'm sorry.."
"So are you still gonna knock Logan's toys?" Roman chuckled.
Virgil ignored the comment. He picked up the braclet and stuck it between his teeth.
"I feel like a teething baby." Virgil snarked.
"Awwww! You look as cute as one too!" Patton said. Of course Patton said.
"Do they work? Are you feeling the effects?" Logan was observing with great interest.
"Yeah.. yeah I guess. Thank you."
"You are very welcome."
A wave of nausea washed over Virgil and he ran to the bathroom. He slid on his knees towards the toilet and dry heaved. The only thing that came up was stomach acid and tears. He heaved and spots danced around his vision before they expanded and took over his vision.
YOU ARE READING
Virgil Suffering
FanfictionTRIGGER WARNING MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, PANIC ATTACKS, AND SELF HARM Anxiety is anxiety and therefore in constant suffering. What happens when the others realise how deep this suffering can get?
