Sanders Sides Oneshots (Requests Open)

▪Belly Ache▪ ~Moxiety~ {F}

(Requested by the beautiful Virgo_Virgil_Fite_Me )

What once was a small headache and the feeling of his churning stomach grew into a disastrous case of the common illness, influenza, more likely known as 'the flu'. Virgil kneeled over the toilet, waiting for that wretched moment to hit him.

The other sides must had gone elsewhere because he vaguely recalls Roman stepping into his room, basically holding his breath as if he were keeping the germs away, and asking if he wanted to go to... Well, Virgil didnt quite catch that last part. All he knew that social gatherings and an unhealthy state do not mix, yet he heard the somehow synchronized foot steps ascending up the stairs and to the bathroom. A frigid hand swept his droopy bangs that clung to his sweat-coated forehead to the side, a small peck being placed on his temple.

For a moment or two, Virgil felt completely content despite his current state, that was until he was retching over the toilet bowl, one of Patton's hands holding back his hair and the other rubbing circles into his back. Patton wrapped his arms around the other, slowly heaving him to his feet, turning on the water and grabbing a small plastic cup with water in it and handing it to him.

Virgil took it in his weak, shaking hand, swishing it around in his mouth before spitting, walking slowly back to the comfort of his mattress, instantly sinking into the feeling of cold sheets. His eyes slowly descended into a calm, but light sleep.

The familiar sound of footsteps awoke Virgil once more, this time Patton was whispering as he made his journey to the emo's hideout. It made the entirety of his heart melt.

"Oh, snickers, that's hot," Virgil couldn't help but giggle at the childness his other half portrayed. Patton looked up from the bowl of alphabet soup to meet Virgil's soft gaze. "Oh, hiya, Virge... I figured you haven't eaten all day and we don't want you going hungry, now do we?" He said, jerking the bowl slightly, the broth falling over the rim on the bowl and onto his hands, one that held a small bottle of pills. In response to his action, Patton simply said his own variations of swear words such as; Fernando and Shakira.

Virgil couldn't suppress the laugh that found it's way through his chapped, pale lips. Patton only smiled at the sound of the other, trotting over and setting the bowl on the nightstand.

"How are you feeling? Are you hot? Cold? I could get you some ice water." Virgil ignored that Patton sounded like a worried mother, taking the pills and dry swallowing the two maroon ones.

Patton was sitting on the edge of Virgil's bed and raking a hand through the ill boy's hair, then placing the back of his hand on Virgil's forehead. "You're burning up, poor thing." Patton's bottom lip suddenly stuck out in his signature, sympathetic pout.

"You're all I need," Virgil's voice was low and gravely, likely from the hurling he so involuntarily took part in earlier in the day. Patton's eyes glistened with happiness and a possible tint of love as he gazed back at Virgil. "Why didn't you go with the others?" He inquired, giving a small, knowing frown.

"I wanted to make sure you felt comfortable and loved. Plus, Roman and Logan were already arguing before we stepped out the door," he giggled, something that enlightened Virgil's dark persona for a moment. Virgil could let his guard down in the presence of the moral side. Patton had seen Virgil in so many stages, whether that be his panic attacks, or his chill, almost completely careless state.

Patton seemed to accept every inch of Virgil's being. The first one to allow him into the group, the first to even acknowledge he was there. He was grateful for Patton and felt as if he'd only been taking for granted the kind gestures of his new-found crush.

"Music?" Patton questioned, his voice as soft and sweet as the echo of a whisper. Virgil only nodded as a response, wanting to let the sound linger in the air for a moment longer before he interrupted.

"I Write Sins, Not Tragedies." He stated as Patton quickly pulled up the song, the introduction opening the room. Virgil softly sang along, Patton's eyes widening at the word "whore."

"That's a naughty word!" Patton exclaimed, Virgil's hoarse throat belting our a laugh.

Afterwards, Patton turned down the music, Dying in LA's slow tempo lulling him to sleep. Patton slowly stood from the bed, the mattress shifting so it cradled Virgil's small, weak body.

He stared for a moment longer, his eyes resting on Virgil's lidded ones. He looked peaceful, his hoodie swallowing him and allowing an abyss to carry him to health.

Patton couldn't stop his next action, being a tad more "friendly" than he would have been normally. He slowly caressed the younger's face, leaning down and locking lips for but a second before pulling back and smiling softly to no one but himself.

Something about that felt right, like he was supposed to be with Virgil in this lifetime. He'd never wanted to be with a person as much as he had now.

Patton's eyes stared in complete awe for a moment or two, the perimeter seeming to disappear before his eyes. It was him and only him. One last glance, and he knelt down to whisper softly.

"I'd rather be here with you than anywhere."

1st one shot complete? I think so. Its currents 2:12 and I'm too awake for my own good. Well, I'll catch ya later with another request. Don't forget to drop any requests you want in the first "chapter"!!!