Dark Sides(Discontinued, May Rewrite)

In Which The Author Starts Naming The Chapters

He turned to us and forced his shocked expression away, "Roman, your arm," he pointed out, "You're severely injured, and in this part of the mind space we barely have any power." He was right, usually if one of us got injured we could easily heal ourselves by imagining it. While we could easily die in the mind space, we could easily stop death, but here there was no imagining our way out of a problem.

"Tis but a scratch." Roman tried to lighten the mood with humor, but when that didn't work he simply sighed, "Yeah, I'm in excruciating pain." And with that his knees gave out and he fell towards the floor again.

I caught him, and slowly lowered him to the ground, "Ugh, I hate you so much, Princey with your dumb jokes in bad situations."

"Heh, it was worth a shot. Doc Logic, is there any chance you can fix me?" He turned to Logan with a dorky smile on his face.

Logan kneeled down next to him, and pulled a sewing kit out of his pocket. Honestly I wasn't surprised, Logan was mister "always prepared for everything". On three separate occasions he's had random things that we've needed in his pocket. While we were on a plane he had a pair of earbuds and an mp3 player to keep me from having an attack, then other time he had a package of tissues and oreos for Patton when he saw a video were a dog got hurt, and the third time he had a notepad and pencil so Princey could write down a random idea he had.

"This is going to hurt, a lot." He warned Roman, as he pulled out a needle and some pretty strong thread, "Brace yourself." I watched with anxiety as he threaded the needle.

I grabbed Roman's hand, "Look, just squeeze my hand, and try not to scream too loud." I told him, refusing to make eye contact. It was almost like I could feel the smug look he was giving me.

"I love you too Virgil." He joked, giving my hand a small squeeze. I gave Logan a look that said "Please, just sew his mouth shut while you're at it." I hated when people told me that: "I love you all so much!" and "I love my dark strange son." I always felt like they were lying. Who would love me?

I was broken out of my self doubt cycle by Roman's stifled screaming and the feeling of my hand being crushed. The bullet was already out of his arm, and Logan was stitching up the wound the best he could with Roman's constant twitching.

"Roman, this will be much easier if you hold still." Logan told him calmly, "You'll injure yourself more if you keep moving."

Roman glared daggers at him, "YES OF COURSE I CAN HOLD STILL WHEN A NEEDLE AND THREAD ARE BEING FORCED THROUGH MY SKIN!" He yelled with the most sarcasm he could muster, then he looked straight up and screamed, "AGH! Maybe dying would have been easier!"

"No, it wouldn't, see." I told him as Logan finished off the stitches, and Roman released my hand from his death grip, "Now what?"

"Multiple muscles are probably torn, and it's possible that his radius and ulna are broken if not shattered," He explained untying my sleeve from Roman's arm, then taking his sash and making a makeshift sling out of them, "This should help to prevent anymore injury from occurring, but we MUST get out of here and back to The Mind Kingdom so Roman can heal himself soon."

Roman nodded with a determined look, "Let's find Patton and Thomas then, before it's too late." Logan and I pulled him up and we started walking again.