TRIGGER WARNING: idk....geez i meed to write less fluff XD lemme know if I miss anything

Requested by Mercy_Virgo
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Moxiety

(platonic)

Virgil woke up, yawning and stretching. He rubbed his eyes, glancing at the clock. "Seven..." He mumbled. "Awesome." Virgil knew he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep, instead getting up and dressed.

He could smell breakfast as he walked downstairs, smiling. Patton was always awake this time of the morning, Virgil knew that. He and Patton got along better than the others, which wasnt hard to see.

"Morning, Pat," Virgil said, walking to the table and sitting. "Need help?" He glanced around, noting that none of the others were awake yet.

"No, I'm good kiddo," Patton answered, sniffling. "Almost done anyways!" He didn't turn around to give Virgil a smile, something that worried the anxious trait.

"Dad? You sure you're ok?" He got up, going towards Patton. Virgil placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "I can help."

Patton giggled. "I'm fine, Virge! Honestly!" Now he did turn around, sniffling again. He had a bright smile, but Patton's eyes were glazed over. His nose was slightly red, and his cheeks were flush.

Virgil frowned. "Ok... Are you sure Patton? You look like you're getting sick."

The moral side shook his head. "I'm perfectly good, kiddo. Besides," he turned, flipping the pancake, "it's all done!"

Virgil nodded, not pushing further for now. "Well the others are sleeping in. Wanna just go ahead and eat? I'm starving."

Pat shook his head slightly. "You go right on ahead, kiddo, but I'm not hungry just yet." He smiled a bit, but looked as if he could fall over at any moment, his eyes trying to droop closed.

Virgil instantly felt his head. "You have a fever," he sighed. "Go to bed. I'll finish getting breakfast set up. Go lay down and rest."

Patton tried fighting...until he went to turn and got dizzy, falling to the ground. Virgil instantly knelt down, helping the other up.

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah no. I'm taking you to your room, Dad. You always take care of me, lemme take care of you for once."

Patton reluctantly gave in, and Virgil practically carried him to his room. He laid Patton down on the bed. "Stay. I'm getting some crackers and soup and nausea medicine."

Virgil left, grabbing what he'd said he's would, plus a free other things.

"Ok," he mumbled. "Cool cloth, heating pad, blankets, stuffies, pillows, crackers, a pot, soup, movies, nausea medicine, and something for your fever and a thermometer." Virgil looked up, smiling a bit shyly. "Logan said I got too much, Roman said not enough."

Patton looked at everything in Virgil's arms and smiled. "Its perfect, kiddo."

Virgil grinned, coming over. He set the items down on a chair and grabbing the thermometer.

He took Patton's temperature, frowning. "100.6 Fahrenheit (38.11 Celsius). Not bad...here let's get you some medicine." Virgil measured out the correct amount, giving it to Patton who took it easily.

Then Virgil gave him nausea medicine and set the pot next to his bed, then put some more blankets on him. Basically every stuffed animal in the mindscape was around Patton in a comforting way, and he had a cool rag on his head to help the fever. On his stomach to help the cramps from being nauseous was a heating pad, and a tray full of bland food that would sit well on Patton's stomach.

Virgil stepped back, smiling. It was about the same setup as Patton made for him when he was sick. "Ok, I'm going to put on a movie." He turned on the TV, setting it to play all the Winnie the Pooh movies.

He turned back to Patton. "Ok, all set?" When the other nodded, Virgil smiled. "Ok. You've got your phone close by, message me if you need anything, ok?" Patton nodded, and Virgil left.

Not even five minutes after he left, Virgil was arguing with Roman about Disney movies. Of course.

Virgil rolled his eyes, about to retort but his phone went off. He sighed softly. "This isnt over, Princey."

Roman watched as Virgil walked away, confused a bit.

Virgil ent straight to Patton's room, walking in. "Dad? You ok?"

Patton looked over, smiling a bit sheepishly. "Virge....can we cuddle? Just until I feel better?"

Virgil felt himself fighting a smile, and he rolled his eyes playfully. "Of course, Pat." He walked over and got on the bed, instantly snuggling close to the moral side.

About three hours later, Logan and Roman went looking for Virgil, having seen neither him nor Patton at lunch. They looked in Patton's room and instantly both smiled.

On the bed was a mountain of stuffed animals and blankets, a tray table tjat was set aside, and a father/son cuddle pile happening in their sleep.

Obviously Roman took a picture to tease Virgil later, but they didn't dare wake either of them.