Sanders Sides One Shots (REQUESTS CLOSED)

We'll Carry On (Analogical)

TRIGGER WARNING: car crash, life support, death ×3, adoption (is that a trigger?), Crying. Lemme know!

Oof...two updates (three if you count the essay) yesterday plus one today? I'm spoiling y'all 🤣🤣

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Analogical

Ringing. Panting. Footsteps. Rain.

Logan got a call, around 10:30 at night. He had fallen asleep, waiting on his husband to come home. It was their three year anniversary, and Virgil had gotten called into work, much to both their dismay.

Lights. Flashing. Screams. Sobbing.

“Hello?” he asked tiredly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “No, yeah. This is him.” Logan sat up, listening to the other end of the conversation. “Y-Yeah...that’s my husband, Virgil Sanders.” He stood, grabbing his coat. “I’m on my way.”

Police. Ambulance. Cars. Debris.

Logan got there quickly, it wasn’t too far from home. It was really hard to see out his windshield, though, and he kept almost hitting someone. He refused to cry, not until he knew it was Virgil. Not until he knew he wasn’t ok. Logan wouldn’t let himself. He parked and got out of the car.

Virgil….

Logan walked closer, looking at the cars. One was definitely his husband’s.

Virgil….

Logan was shaking now, but even he couldn’t tell if it was from the cold, or out of complete and utter fear.

Virgil.

He felt a hand on his arm, and Logan looked over. It was an officer, redirecting him away from the crash. Logan could barely hear what the officer was saying. All he heard was ringing in his ears.

Virgil!

He was taken closer to an ambulance, and Logan saw people he didn’t recognise. A woman, a man, two small boys, around the ages 7 and 3. Logan’s eyes finally watered, feeling awful. The children were moving...the adults weren’t. Then, his gaze landed on a sight he had dreaded since the call.

“VIRGIL!”

This time, his scream of his husband’s name wasn’t in his head. Logan broke, his knees giving out as he sank to the ground, shaking and sobbing. He held himself, eyes trained on Virgil on a stretcher, maybe 50 feet away...but it felt like miles.

Virgil….Virgil...Virgil. Virgil! VIRGIL!

Logan felt hands on him, pulling him up and into a hug. He stared at the stranger, unsure who this was. He didn’t care right then, though, and holds to the man tightly. He was sobbing into the man’s shoulder, unsure where he’d even come from. Logan thought maybe an onlooker.

V-Virgil...don’t leave me…

Logan eventually made it to the hospital. Virgil stayed on life support for three days...but Logan knew he wouldn’t want that. He knew Virgil would rather move on. So...he had them pull the plug. “I’m so sorry, Virgil...I love you so much...I always will.”

Virgil...I can be strong. I promise.

The crash was determined not to be Virgil’s fault. According to one of the children, the older boy, Patton, his mom and dad were arguing over something trivial. They swerved and had a head on collision with Virgil. They both died, leaving the two boys with nobody.

I’ll stay strong...I’ll make you proud. Do what you would’ve done.

Logan made a decision quickly. “Where’s the adoption papers?” he asked their caseworker. After a few visits with the small boys, who he now knew as Patton being the older and Roman being the younger, and some inspections of his house, he finally brought his two sons home.

I’ll carry on...I sound like you, Virgil. Quoting your song...our song…

Roman was sweet, outgoing. Patton was shy, but he cared immensely for his brother. Neither of them knew Virgil as the one their birth parents killed. No, to them, he was a hero. He was the one who made their dad happy before he died. Virgil, in their eyes, was amazing. He made Logan cry to look at, but both boys knew these as happy, reminiscent tears. Their favorite part was when Logan played and sang Virgil’s favorite song.

“We’ll carry on, we’ll carry on. And though you’re dead and gone, believe me, your memory will carry on.”