It was around three-almost four, when Thomas finally decided to give his tired eyes a break, actually no, his exhaustion finally caught up with him and his eyes became too blurry and unfocused to see any of the words on screen.

He was about to ask Anxiety if he wanted to answer any more of the questions when he realized there was a weight on his shoulder.

He'd been answering questions from concerned Fanders since Anxiety came in, every now and again the personality would answer a few.

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"And, there, done!"

Anxiety had just finished answering a question.

Thomas moved in closer.

"Huh, I didn't think you could lie that well Anxiety"

"I didn't"

"Mhm, sure, name me one time you've ever been that nice", gestured Thomas to the personality's generous amount of, surprisingly kind, text.

Anxiety deadpanned.

"First off I don't lie, that's not my job - ah no, put your hand down", Thomas did as told, a small smirk playing at his lips, "my job is to find lies, and tell you possible outcomes, possible things that will or could happen, I do not lie"

The manifestor held up his hands in a placating gesture.

"Alright, say you're not a hypothetical liar-", Anxiety glared at him, "the niceness isn't you though"

The personality shrugged.

"I can be nice, but sarcasm and cynicism is just easier"

Thomas rolled his eyes and hit send.

"I'm not a liar, though, I just don't really do nice, that's Princey's thing"

"You sur-"

"Yes I'm sure", he hissed, "If anything, I'm honestly blunt-"

"Extremely blunt you mean, blunt until your borderline rude-"

"Eh", shrugged Anxiety, with a sly grin.

"Alright, Mr. Honesty, how come you're not this nice with the rest of us?"

"Cause first off, that was probably a twelve year old", Thomas gave an inclined nod, "and second..." the personality smirked, "where's the fun in that?"

The host groaned and threw one of his pillows at the other.

He caught it with ease.

"Hope you know, I'm holding on to this for a while, if you get sleepy, I'm not giving it back"

The manifestor shrugged.

"That's fine, I've got the other one", he then gestured to the computer, specifically his inbox, "you doing the next one?"

"Sure"

----

They had split the amount of questions, Anxiety had long finished his final three, while he had just finished his last one.

He didn't even notice when the personality drifted off, the weight on only one side should have been an indication.

Anxiety was leaning with his head on Thomas' shoulder, calm shallow breaths, deeply asleep.

How he hadn't noticed was definitely anyone's guess because Thomas himself had no clue.

Gently he moved the other off him and onto the pillow he had playfully shot him with earlier.

In response, the personality curled around the pillow, the manifestor chuckled quietly. Who would have thought Anxiety could be cute?

Brushing back stray hairs from his face, Thomas frowned, with all the drama of today, it just slipped his mind, pressing his hand gently on the personality's forehead, he sighed in relief, Anxiety's fever wasn't any higher than it was on the stairs but it wasn't lower either.

The blue cold cloth was downstairs and if he remembered correctly, Anxiety had mentioned that the other three were asleep downstairs.

Slowly and carefully, Thomas put up his laptop and slid out of bed and quietly tiptoed down the steps.

The first thing he noticed was that there was a small white light on, it was gentle enough not to hurt his eyes, but bright enough for him to see that two of his personalities were sprawled off together on one side of the couch and one was alone on the other side reading a book.

Prince?

----

He would have expected Logic to be reading the book, but seeing his fanciful side with a book wasn't unusual, he was an avid reader and so were each of his personalities, Anxiety and Logic especially.

Speaking of Logic, the Teacher was sprawled, well more in a tangled heap of limbs, with Morality, both with their glasses strewn haphazardly on their faces.

On Logic's back was the gray cardigan that Dad usually wore around his shoulders.

Morality had one arm draped across the Teacher's side, their legs were tangled with each other's while their arms were either hanging off or stretched out on the arm of the chair.

It was an amusing mess and Thomas was looking forward to seeing their reactions when they woke.

The manifestor stepped silently off the stairs and approached the only personality that was awake.

"Hey Prince", he whispered.

The Regal personality jumped, causing his phone to slide from where ever it was perched, causing the light to follow with it.

Oh, so that's what the light was, Prince's phone.

Once he got a hold of his phone, said personality turned to his host.

"Thomas? What are you doing up? It's almost 4am!"

"I know, I just came down to get the cold cloth for Anxiety"

Princey seemed to deflate.

"Is it still high?"

"It hasn't gotten any higher than when I summoned him", Thomas winced, the loud thud of Anxiety's body hitting the stairs was ringing in his head.

Price winced aswell but for a different reason, the fever was still high. He shook his head slightly before looking at his host, the boy was obviously exhausted.

"You should get it and go to bed-"

Thomas rubbed his eyes.

"Yeah, I know, I'm just getting the cloth and heading to bed, I gotta get up early anyway-"

"For what?"

"Mom, Leo, Joan, Talyn, Valerie and some others are coming over to check on me at around eight, which means I need to get up early to clean, 'cause let's face it, the place is a mess"

And indeed it was, there were empty bags chips and crumpled up paper just lying around, the dishes weren't done and haven't been done since the incident, the pile was quite menacing.

The floor seemed sticky, the furniture was dusty and in need of a polish, the many pictures were smudged, the tablecloth hadn't been changed for a while.

Prince could practically see the cobwebs over on the cupboards and it was night. Yeah the house really needed a good cleaning.

The personality whistled, "You'd have to get up at five to manage this-"

Thomas sighed, he was not a morning person, but be didn't want his friends and family to worry more about him because his place was messy.

"I'll help"

"What?"

"I said I'll help, and the other two won't mind either, that will probably cut an hour down, so you could sleep till six-"

"That literally gives me less than two hours of sleep-"

"Better than an hour or less", shrugged the personality.

"True, I'll need the helping hand-"

"And so will Anxiety, he's still sick so one of us will need to check up on him from time to time-"

"Yeah, we can work in shifts"

"That would be the best course of action, yes"

There was silence, Prince face was strangely vacant, his voice and eyes seemed far off, as if his mind was preoccupied by something else.

Thomas guessed it was probably Anxiety, the two had bonded a bit after the whole 'Dark side of Disney' thing and a bit more before the incident.

Prince's face formed what the manifestor knew was no doubt a guilty frown, there was enough guilt for today he decided, so with that, the host made sure to snap the personality out of that frame of thought.

"So...what's going on with the reading?"

The personality shrugged. His eyes snapping back from the odd trance he was in seconds ago.

"I'm not sure, I woke up when Anxiety reached the top of the stairs-"

"Really?"

"Mhm, almost missed him with all that black"

"Oh right, he practically blends in-ah wait...that still doesn't explain you and the book"

"Oh, right! I figured that Anxiety just wanted to check on you, all things considered with yesterday, so I didn't stop him, but then I couldn't go back to sleep so I found this book in the far corner of the couch, it's quite interesting"

"Uhuh, what's it called?"

"I have no idea"

"What? How can you not know the title?"

Prince shrugged.

"It's dark and the even with my phone's light the words are in an Old English like font and I can't make them out without turning up the brightness"

"Oh", Thomas smiled a little, realising that the regal personality was kind enough to make sure that even though he couldn't sleep, Logic and Morality could. But then again, those two looked like they could sleep through a storm and not budge.

At that moment, Morality made an odd noise, causing Prince and Thomas to look over to the sleeping pair on the couch.

It was somewhere between a snore, a snort, and a yawn, don't ask how but he did, the parent then pulled Logic closer on his chest and the teacher in turn, curled around him.

The host and Personality chuckled at the cute scene. As much as the manifestor wanted to go to them and remove their glasses, he was more afraid of waking them, they both looked so exhausted.

He knew why Morality was tired, the deep emotion had been dealing with him, but what happened out here with Prince, Logic and Anxiety?

Well there was only one personality awake, so he asked.

"Hey Prince"

----

"Really?"

"Yes, I still don't know what Logic told him, but it seems the altercation has resolved itself, for now at least"

Thomas frowned.

He had told the manifestor all he knew, which really in this case wasn't much, but it counted as something.

"I knew they weren't..." the host paused, making a hand gesture, "on the best of terms, but I didn't think it would have ever escalated"

Prince nodded in agreement.

"But they resolved the problem it seems-"

Thomas 'hmmed', so he put a hand on the manifestor's shoulder.

"Don't worry Thomas, they'll be a bit timid, skirting around the new line they've established, but soon enough they'll be back to their usual banter"

The boy smiled.
"Yeah", he looked towards the sleeping teacher, "I think they will".

With a small smile and some surprising stealth, Thomas strode up behind the occupied couch, he had spotted the blue cloth from afar, solitary in its corner.

The only thing stopping him from just grabbing it was that the legs of both Logic and Morality were crossed over each other's making a diamond like cage for the cold cloth.

Carefully, he stretched over the back of the couch, he dare not tread through the tangle of limbs at the front and slowly reached- Morality twitched, leg kicking out slightly.

The manifestor had moved his hand away in time but yet he clutched it to his chest in fright, he only relaxed when he was certain that the Parental personality was still asleep.

Prince rolled his eyes, walked up next to Thomas, and quickly and efficiently reached over the couch and acquired the cloth without a hitch. Smiling he gave it to his host.

"Show off", grinned the other as he took it.

"Always", winked the fanciful personality.

Thomas chuckled quietly, then made his way upstairs. But before he could reach the first step, Prince stopped him, with a hug.

"I'm glad you're ok"

The manifestor wasted no time in hugging him back. They pulled away after a few seconds.

"Now go to sleep-", the personality ruffled his host's hair, "before you end up with bags that can rival Anxiety's"

Thomas laughed a bit, "Nah, that's his thing, goodnight Prince"

"Good morning Thomas, it isn't called A.M for nothing"

The manifestor was already up half of the stairs when he turned and smirked.

"Yeah well, if I don't see the sun then it's night, so goodnight Prince"

The Regal personality waved him off with a chuckle.

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At the top of the stairs, the first thing Thomas did was head to the bathroom, wetting the cloth with cold water before ringing it out and carrying over to his room.

The he gently placed the cold cloth on Anxiety's forehead. The personality frowned in his sleep, his nose scrunched up slightly, before he finally relaxed to the soothing cold.

Thomas smiled, before climbing onto the other side of the bed, the second his head met the pillow, he was out.

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Waking up was something, slowly he lifted his head and stretched out his arm to reach for his phone, it felt like he'd only been asleep for a second. Heaven knows he's not a morning person.

His eye-lids were excruciatingly heavy and his eyes threatened to roll back more than once, his mind was practically begging for rest-but the alarm kept persisting.

He reached over to his phone- wait, hadn't he done that before? When was his head back on his pillow?

Grabbing the phone he blinked at the bright screen, it was 6:16am. The first alarm was to wake him up at 6:00. So apparently he pressed snooze, meaning that it took fifteen minutes for the second alarm and he took an extra minute to actually pick up the phone.

That was sixteen minutes wasted- the six turned seven- he groaned, seventeen minutes wasted. With self-disappointing sigh escaping his lips, Thomas sat up, he needed to go clean.

He was about to get out of bed when he remembered that Anxiety had fallen asleep about two-three hours prior.

The personality was still curled around the pillow, seeming for all the world, in blissful sleep. The host carefully crawled over to him, placing a hand on his forehead.

Thomas frowned, sure he didn't expect a miracle, but if the fever would drop a degree or tw-

To his surprise Anxiety stirred, head up with bleary, brown, eyes opened a smidge.

"Thomas?" He croaked, his voice was hoarse, but it sounded more like that of sleep than sickness.

"Yeah, how do you feel?" asked the manifestor as he brushed the stray hairs from the ill personality's face.

Anxiety closed his eyes and leaned to the touch, for some reason Thomas' hand was cool against his clammy skin.

"Sleepy", he mumbled.

"You and me both-", muttered the host as he sat back on his knees.

"Whyr yu up? 'S erly", the slurred speech was an indication that Anxiety really did not want to get up. Even more so when he subconsciously clutched the pillow and laid his head back down.

"Gotta clean, the house is a mess-"

"Suks t'be yu-"

"Thanks", deadpanned the host.

Even sick, fevered and sleepy as all hell, Anxiety still managed a mischievous smirk.

Thomas rolled his eyes.

"Wy tho?", The personality reopened his eyes, but with how exhausted he was, it looked like he was squinting at his host

"Mom, Leo, Jonah, Valerie and some others are coming over to check on me, I didn't tell them and seeing the accident on the news kinda scared them a bit"

"Ah", mumbled Anxiety with a small yawn.

"Yeah, so I'm gonna go down there now, it's already-", he looked at his phone, "6:30!" The boy groaned, "I was supposed to be down there at 6:00"

"Life", the personality exhaled, a mix between a huff and a tired sigh, as he buried his head further into the cool comfort of the white pillow.

"Anxiety", whined Thomas, said personality in turn yawned again, fighting to reopen his eyes.

"Wen...r they-?"

"They get here at eight-"

"Yu...hav...tym"

"Wow, you must be tired, that's sweet you're trying to help-"

" 'm tryin...t' sleep..."

"I should have recorded this, you sound drunk-"

"Hnnn", whined the personality, Thomas was cutting in on his sleep time and the edge of sleep was too close for him to stay awake any longer.

"Alright, alright", chuckled the manifestor, "I'll leave you to sleep, the other three are helping me, so one of us will be checking up on you if you need anything ok?"

"Mhm..."

Anxiety's voice trailed as he drifted off and settled into sleep, although Thomas wanted to do the same, he resisted the urge, he needed to get outside and clean.

Crawling out of bed, he grabbed the cold cloth, headed to the bathroom to re-dampen it before placing it on the sleeping personality's forehead.

Anxiety didn't even stir this time, raspy breaths were slow and surprisingly steady.

Good, he needs the rest.

With that done and a time check, Thomas gently closed his room door.

-------

If upstairs was peaceful, downstairs was the complete opposite.

"Prince delete those pictures immediately!"

"Nope, sorry Logic, not 'til I show them to Thomas and Anxiety"

"Prince I swear!"

"Now Logic, swearing isn't nice-"

"Stay out of this Morality!"

"Maybe you should listen to him Logic-"

"Don't you start with me, delete those pictures this instant Prince-"

"No-"

Basically Thomas walked in on three of his personalities wrestling for Prince's phone.

They hadn't seen him yet, and the racket they were making was giving him a headache, he didn't know how he couldn't hear them before, but one thing's for certain, he was putting an end to it. Now.

"What is going in on here?"

The proverbial record broke and all three personalities sprang up from their impromptu wrestling match and into a standing position.

Thomas blinked and placed a hand on the bridge of his nose, it was too early for this.

------

"Well you were supposed to be here thirty-five minute- correction, thirty-six minutes ago-", called the Teacher in a slightly disappointed tone.

"You could have woken me up, Lo-"

"Actually that's exactly what Logic wanted to do, but Prince said not to-"

"Dad's right, I told them not to wake you-"

"Why-?"

"Because you needed your sleep son-"

"-2.45 hours is not nearly enough to sustain you, especially with all the tasks you'll be doing today, not to mention you still have to deal with the surplus interactions of family and friends-"

"Ugh, talking about it is only making me more tired Logic", Thomas groaned, dropping his head in his hand, the headache was starring to do the weird throbbing thing and he wanted nothing more than to sleep it off.

"We did pick up the stuff that was on the floor-"

"Morality is right, all that's left is the sweeping, the dusting, mopping, changing the curtains, there's the laundry you still have yet to do, changing the table cloth-"

"I know Logic, I know, it's just-ugh-this is going to take foreverrr"

"Come on Thomas, all you need to do is," he paused to inhale, "whistle while you wor~"

"No!" The other three cut Prince's singing before he could get started.

The Royal personality frowned and crossed his arms.

"Rude", he muttered.

Logic rolled his eyes, took out his phone and hit play.

Thomas blinked.

"Is that from Lala land?"

"Yes it is", replied the Teacher with a nod.

"Cool!"

-----

"Prince stop staring at your reflection and finish polishing!"

"Well excuse me Thomas, at least I'm actually doing something what are the other two even doing?"

The manifestor was in the kitchen doing dishes, Morality right across from him cooking something on the stove.

Logic was behind Prince in the living room.

"I dusted! And now I'm making breakfast!"' Shouted Morality.

"And I swept and changed the table cloth", the Teacher had his arms crossed

"I'm still doing dishes but I already got a load in the wash", commented Thomas with a bit of a snicker.

Prince pouted and continued dusting.

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"I'm exhausted!" Thomas groaned as he flopped onto the couch, left arm covering his eyes, while his right was over his stomach.

Morality peered over him.

"Look on the bright side there kiddo, your all finished-"

"True but he still needs to shower, it's currently 7:33am, and it's likely that someone will come early, so it's best you hurry"

Annnd there was Logic.

Moving his arm Thomas looked to Prince, who was standing not far off. The Royal personality just shrugged.

Thomas deadpanned.

Everyone else pointed to the stairs.

Rolling his eyes the manifestor huffed, and went upstairs to get clean.

The second he was gone, Prince frowned.

"You think we should tell him?"

"No, he'll only worry about it, he'll be preoccupied with family and friends, he can't have this additional stress on him"

"Are you sure Logic? He doesn't realize it now, but having all four of us out, for this long, it's a toll on his energy, plus Anxiety's sick so he needs more-"

"True, he probably takes it subconsciously and even then it's still not enough, the rest of us are holding off, but we can't hold off for long, you of all of us knows how it feels to give and not take-"

"I know", Prince sighed, placing a hand to his temple, "the energy drainage is dreadful but then there's Thomas- it's four of us, the amount of energy we would need to take from him could drop him unconscious on the spot-"

"Or put him in a small coma-"

"Stop it"

Both Teacher and Royal jumped, Morality's voice had none of its usual cheeriness, instead it was so stern and serious, that even Logic had to take a step back.

"He's not going to fall in a coma, Thomas will be fine, he'll be tired today, so when he comes back we let him rest, cancel whatever plans he had for tomorrow and let him sleep in, tonight we each take half of the energy we need and tomorrow we take the other half, he'll be fine-"

Prince but in.

"And what about Anxiety? He's slowly draining Thomas without him knowing it-"

"Yes, but he needs just enough energy to sink down into the mindscape, we're supposed to be on shifts for Anxiety right? In that case we should stay back until it's time to check on him, this puts less strain on Thomas and saves some of our energy-"

"Ok...", started Prince, "What if by tomorrow Anxiety still doesn't have enough energy to return, Thomas won't be able t-"

"In that case, one of us stays with Anxiety while Thomas sleeps, the other two will take half of the original half of energy-"

"You mean a quarter", stated Logic.

The Parent gave Logic a small nod, "yes, now the next day one of the others will switch with whoever took that shift and we'll do this until Anxiety's back on his feet, or at least in his own bed".

With that Morality turned around and headed upstairs.

"Where are you going?" Called the Teacher.

"To give Anxiety some breakfast, he hasn't eaten since yesterday"

During their entire conversation neither Prince nor Logic noticed Morality holding a plate of beans, bread and scrambled eggs in one hand, and a glass of orange juice in the other.

Not once had Morality's tone changed, the firm seriousness remained and both of the personalities in the living room were left blinking.

They looked at each other.

"Never mess with a worried parent", they chuckled at their simultaneousness, but the laughter fell flat.

Morality came back down after about three minutes, frowning, the plate was still full but at least the Orange juice was gone.

"I'll just give it to Thomas, he hasn't eaten yet either", mumbled Dad.

----

When the manifestor came out of the shower, the first thing he did was eat, while the other three, well two, told him the plan for the day, Morality was offside frowning at something.

That was strange for the usually happy personality but Thomas ignored the Parent, he was probably in one of his moods.

"Ok, what's the plan? When the others come I'll be gone, so who's staying with Anxiety?"

"We're going on shifts, Morality already checked on him while you were in the shower, Prince will help him during lunc-", the Teacher's explanation was cut off by Prince.

"Actually, you're helping him with lunch Logic-"

"What? No, I was supposed to get last shift-"

"You need to talk him-", the Royal crossed his arms.

"But-"

"Prince is right Logic, and maybe you can get him to eat"

Thomas jumped, there were very few times Morality was ever this serious and those only lasted a few seconds.

Gulping a bit the host asked an obvious question.

"He won't eat? Why?"

Dad sighed, rubbing an eye from beneath his glasses, "He's tired, the fever and the stress of yesterday's taking a toll on him"

All four remained silent for a moment.

-----

"How will this work? I'll be gone so if you sink down, you're coming with me, how are you guys going to watch over Anxiety?"

The manifestor was wide-eyed, realization hit him hard, he'd be leaving one of his personalities behind, and a sick one no less.

He was a host, sure he didn't know all the nitty-gritty rules, but he knew one thing, it was his duty to ensure that his personalities were alright and leaving a sick one behind was probably not following any of those rules-.

"Simple", said Prince, cutting him from his thoughts. The fanciful personality was holding his phone up, "with this", he then placed it in a secluded corner of the counter, "as long as we have something that we're attached to here, we can pop up next to it"

"Oh ok", good Anxiety wouldn't be left alone, he himself hated being alone when he was sick. "And what about you two?"

Thomas turned to face Morality and Logic.

"Where going to clean up-", piped Dad, some of the cheer bubbling back up in his tone.

"What? But the house is-"

"The outside your mind is clean, the inside? Eh, not so much"

Oh, there he is, Morality wasn't smiling and his face was strangely neutral, but his eyes had back that twinkle they were known for. Who would have guessed it could've ever been hidden? Truly seriousness wasn't fitting for the Parental personality.

"We may have made a mess looking for Anxiety yesterday", explained Logic with a small incline of his head, then he jutted out his thumb, "you can blame Dad over here for that"

Morality shrugged, and now he was smiling.

Thomas rolled his eyes, but only to cover up his sigh of relief.

There was only a split second before the doorbell rang.

"7:52, good timing", commented Logic before he and Morality sank down.

"We'll take care of him Thomas", said Prince, he then pushed the boy towards the door, before smiling and sinking down.

With a small smile Thomas opened the door.

Instantly he was brought into a group hug, for once he was glad Anxiety was sick and asleep, this much contact at once? If the personality was in control he'd probably be uncomfortable and anxious and that would have just made things worse.

So without the threat of a mini panic attack in the back of his mind, Thomas relished the hug, stepped outside and locked the door.

-----

It was almost 11:00pm when the Manifestor came home.

Not a second after he stepped inside, a slightly damp Prince popped up to greet him.

"Hey Thomas how was it?"

"It was fun, mom did take me to get a check-up at the doctors though", the Host raised his left hand, showing off his new pristine white bandages.

"It wasn't deep enough for stitches and the doctor even said that it may not leave a scar-"

"-Oh that's great, anything else?!"

"Hey Morality, oh and hi Logic"

Dad smiled and The Teacher gave a small nod as they popped up behind Prince.

"Salutations Thomas, I take it things went well-?"

Logic paused, the manifestor was looking at them strangely.

"I get how Prince came up, but what about you two? You didn't leave anything to tie yourselves to the house-"

"Actually, that's not true", smiled Morality, "I left my cardigan in behind the chair at the kitchen table", the Parental personality quickly retrieved said piece of clothing and held it up to show the others, smile brining across his cheeks. "And as for Logic I just dragged him with me-"

"Wait, you left one here and put on another?" The Regal personality asked, gesturing to the cardigan Morality had on.

"Well I wouldn't be me without it"

The others shrugged.

"Fair enough"

"But do continue with your day Thomas, we'd like to hear what happened", of course that Logic, he was always the one who stayed on track.

"Oh right, um it was great, except Valerie had to leave at around eight so Joan walked her home-"

"Quite the good friend" remarked Prince.

Thomas chuckled, "Yeah they are and mom brought me home 'early' because me and Leo we're dozing off in the car, pics are going to be all over my Instagram tomorrow I swear", the others rolled their eyes at the host, that is until he muttered under his breath, "stupid medicine"

"Thomas", started Morality, "what medicine?"

"Oh right, after the check-up they took me to get a small therapy session, the therapist was cool, he said I was doing exceptionally well for someone who went through my experience-"

"So why the medicine then?" Asked Prince.

"He said that sometimes the "trauma" shows up later and it's a just in case, but really it's to help me sleep and relax, I'm too tense? Apparently?"

"He's not wrong-"

"Logic!"

"What, it's the truth!"

Thomas rolled his eyes at the Teacher but he knew that it was all in good fun.

"Ok, we know why you were tired, but what happened with Leo?"

As Morality spoke, he watched his host's face fall.

"Uh, he was the first one I called after I got home the day the car flipped, his phone went to voice mail and he realised it and he said he felt guilty- I did tell him it was alright but... he stayed up all night worrying-"

"You called Leo?", interrupted Logic.

"No actually, Anxiety did, my hands were shaking so bad- wait, how is Anxiety? You all went on shifts right?"

"Yes we did, I got him to eat lunch, he didn't eat all but he did eat most of it", explained the Teacher.

"I got him to eat dinner", Piped Morality.

"And I checked on him every hour, he was ok before I took a shower. He said he was a bit dizzy but that was all and he could handle it, so I was going to check on him right after I finished but you came in-"

'THUD!!'

Princey cut himself off, wide-eyed he looked at the others, the sound came from upstairs.

Instantly the four ran up the flight, it wasn't hard to find Anxiety, he was in the bathroom, the sound of retching was hard to miss.

------

Somehow Thomas had gotten there first, the youngest personality was hunched over the bowl, retching, coughing and gagging, it wasn't a pretty sight.

The manifestor made to go forward but he found himself stepping back-when the personality finally stopped gagging and pulled back-the host's eyes widened-Anxiety's lips were stained red.

Morality pulled Thomas outside and into a hug, wordlessly taking the ends of the cardigan, that he usually wore around his shoulders, to wipe some of the tears that fell from his eyes. The boy didn't even realize he was crying.

Suddenly Anxiety swayed, Logic quickly moved in to stabilize him, but the darker personality flinched violently at the contact and threw up some more.

Seeing as he could do nothing, the Teacher made way for Prince to come in before walking out and heading downstairs.

Prince slowly and carefully convinced his opposite to lean on him. The Royal then got some toilet paper and help the other wipe his mouth. It was then Logic came back with a water bottle and handed it to Prince, before stepping next to Morality and Thomas.

-----

After helping Anxiety rinse, the younger practically collapsed on him. Which in turn brought him from his knees to his behind, with Anxiety now curled on his lap, Prince internally thanked the heavens that Thomas had cleaned the bathroom earlier or things would have been a lot less sanitary and he'd have to burn his white suit.

All four of them barley held back a gasp when the now unconscious boy coughed, his lips were a bright crimson.

They looked at Anxiety and then at each other, all thinking the same thing.

Anxiety was getting worse.

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AN:// aaaay, there you go guys, I did war you that Anxiety was still sick. The last chapter just like the rest of them was met with so much positivity and I thank you guys so much for that, your comments are the best and because y'all actually take your time to comment I'll start doing a thing called "The Comment of the Week". If you're comment pertaining to the chapter, of any chapter, can make me bust out laughing, it's definitely gonna get a shout out. It's also called 'comment of the week', because I do in fact update every week, I just don't know what days XD.

Comment of the Week: "STOP MAKING ME CRY. MY EYES HAVE BETRAYED ME"

See y'all next time and let's see what you got for me in the comments ;)

Also special thanks to MoriTiAmore for making some art:"Napping prince and anxiety" by MoriTiAmore on Wattpad http://my.w.tt/UiNb/ND7IOgxNsB

If any of you want to do the same feel free and I'll fangirl about it for like ever XD