Chapter 1: Request page
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Chapter 2: Flowers In My Lungs (Logan x Virgil)
Notes:
This came out very.... short.... It is very likely that I will come back later and make this less… half-assed. This came out really bad because I got inspiration for the last 318 words, then nothing else for a while so… here we are…! Enjoy… whatever I’ve done.
Title from this quote: "You made flowers grow in my lungs and, although they are beautiful, I cannot breathe." - Unknown
Playlist for this oneshot: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3LReOqL3PC0CmYeXAQNhgW?si=ONSJyhakRwisKnickF7dzA
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Virgil awoke with a start, a tingle in his throat that he couldn’t quite ignore. He glanced at the analog clock on his bedside table, reading 2:49 AM. The tingle got stronger, and he sprang out of bed, bolting to his bathroom as quickly as he could. And thus, the first coughing fit of the day began.
Once he finished hacking clumps of petals into the toilet bowl, he leaned back against the tub, savoring the feel of the cool porcelain against his burning skin. He closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath. You have to tell him someday, and someday soon. He stood, going over to the sink and splashing cool water on his face. No. He’s the embodiment of Thomas’ logic. He doesn’t have feelings. He doesn’t do love. He flushed the toilet, going back to his bed. As he lay in bed, trying to fall back asleep, tears began to fall down his face. I’m going to die. I’m going to die sad and alone.
Logan awoke to the sound of Virgil coughing and hacking in the room next to him. He needs to see a doctor soon… He furrowed his brow and set a silent 5 minute timer on his phone, if it doesn't stop by the time the timer goes off, I have to go down there. But not until the timer goes off. The coughing stopped not long after it began, and before Logan's timer went off. He sighed deeply, closing his eyes and allowing sleep to take him.
Virgil tapped his fingers on his notebook as he heard the sounds of others getting up, brushing their teeth. He'd been sitting silently (well, as silently as he could) since 4 that morning, unable to fall back asleep. Another coughing fit came about, and he ran to his bathroom, turning on the shower to try and mask the noise. He began coughing and hacking, throwing up whole blue chicory flowers. He felt the petals tear at his throat as they came up, the harsh hairs on the stems adding to hid pain. Once the bout subdued, Virgil sat there for a moment, catching his breath as his vision came back. He grabbed a square from the nearby roll of toilet paper, wiping the blood from around his mouth and chin. Wow. That's a helluva lot more than I expected. Virgil frowned, dropping the crumpled square in the toilet before flushing it. As he walked to his bed, his steps faltered for a moment, and he thought. To tell him, ot not to tell him? That is the question... Virgil chuckled at himself, and how horrible that attempt at humor was. well, better now, while I’m alive, than never, I guess...
His feet took him over to Logans room, this newfound (sleep deprivation-induced) confidence overtaking him. As he raised his fist to knock on the door, as he got hit with another wave of coughing. Oh no, not now. Oh please, dear universe, any time other than now. He collapsed on his hands and knees, struggling to breathe, as he saw Logan's door swing open out of the corner of his blurred vision. “Virgil?? Virgil!!” someone was yelling… he couldn't really make out what they were saying, his hearing was muffling all sounds. Oh, god, just take my life now. Let me die here in my loves Logan's arms. His vision began to darken at the edges, and by now he was wheezing for breath. Someone was feeling the inside of his wrist for a pulse. “Virgil, no… Virgil please!! Just- stay with me!! Patton- Patton call 911!!”
The last thing he heard before passing out was the paramedics voice over the phone, and several other panicked voices.
Virgil woke slowly, the faint sound of beeping in the background, people talking outside of a door, people walking- no, running- in a hallway outside that door. As he gained a bit more consciousness, he felt soft fingers carding through his hair. His head was resting on someone's chest, and he was in a bed. He slowly began to open his eyes, not wanting to wake up, to ruin this perfect dream.
“Who are they for?”
Logan's voice was soft and quiet, calming the anxious side as he began to come back to reality. Wait- Logan's voice??? Fuck. He jolted upright.
“Oh- I’m sorry. I appear to have crossed a boundary. I-”
“No. No, Lo. I’m just… How did I get here? What?”
Logan breathed out deeply before responding, “You had been having another coughing fit. I heard, and when you weren't responding, I… you almost died, Virgil." Virgil could have sworn he saw the glimmer of fresh tears begin to pool in the other mans eyes, but it was gone just as quickly as it had appeared. "Patton called 911, and they brought you here.”
Virgil looked around, taking note of the humidifier and bucket next to the bed. “Oh- I um... okay…” He felt slightly out of place in the hospital, but at the same time, with Logan next to him, he felt so at home.
Logan opened his mouth, as though to say something, then closed it again. Something flashed across his face, but was gone before Virgil could decipher it. He turned to look at the ground, finally asking, “The flowers, who are they for?”
Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit. “They’re-” Logan looked up to meet Virgil's eyes. Tell him. Tell him now. Virgil sighed in resign. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he blew out. “They’re for you, Lo.” He stared at his hands as he fidgeted, waiting for a response. Waiting for Logan to run and never talk to him again.
“Oh, Virge,” Logan reached out, wiping the tears Virgil hadn’t even realized had been forming. “Of course I love you, too.”
Notes:
Did I do hanahaki because I happen to have a very bad cough right now (curse you, kids who went to stage crew while sick)..... maybe........... does it *really* matter though...?
Any and all feedback greatly appreciated!! I haven't wrote a fic in two years and... The last (and first) one I wrote was.......... it was something....