Logan's P.O.V.
T.W.: Cursing; mentions of blood, self-harm

"Thomas, it's ok, calm down kiddo!" Patton was trying to calm down a hyperventilating Thomas.

"Logan, do you have any idea why Thomas is freaking out?!"

"A-anx-xiety....." Thomas croaked, tugging at his hair.

Oh

My eyes widened as I realized we hadn't seen him all day.

"Stay with Thomas." I ordered, sinking down into the Mind.

I ran down the hall towards his room when Roman emerged for his own, running the opposite way.

"Ro-"

"Shut up Nerd." He snapped, sinking down into the real world.

Ok...

I didn't have the chance to retaliate as I reached Anxiety's door.

I swung it open.

Silence.

"Anxiety!"

I ran towards the bathroom door and opened it.

Anxiety's body lay limp in a puddle of blood, shards of glass all over the place.

Shit!

I bent down, feeling for a pulse.

Thump.....Thump.....Thump.....

Deciding to leave the other two out of this, I carefully picked Anxiety up bridal style, and laid him down on his bed.

I summoned a cold, wet washcloth and placed it on his forehead.

There was a red slap mark on the side of his head.

I grit my teeth.

Who did this?

I took off his jacket to inspect for  injuries.

There, on his forearm, were cuts, from his wrist to his elbow; some horizontal, some diagonal, some crimson red and still oozing blood, others dark brown and fading.

You can't simply forget something like that.

When did this happen?

I summoned a first aid kit, covering the cuts in gauze, wrapping it afterwards so the bleeding stopped.

As I sat there, one thought plagued my mind.

Did Roman cause this?

Is that why he was mad.

Why would he do something like this?

My fists clenched and unclenched repeatedly as I willed myself to calm down.

He started to stir.

I sat down next to him, carefully, so he didn't panic.

"What..." He looked around, dazed.
I cleared my throat, getting his attention.

"Anxiety, what...happened?" I spoke softly, not wanting to overwhelm him.

He started to cry.

"Thomas was t-talking to Jon, then R-Roman walked over to the control p-panel, h-he said th-that he was going to g-get T-Thomas a b-boyfriend, but I said n-no, th-then-"he blubbered, tears already rolling off his chin.

I couldn't take it anymore. Seeing him like this figuratively broke my heart.

"Did Roman yell at you?" I cut him off.

"...yeah, but-"

"Did he... hit you?"

"...yes..."
He started tearing up again.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't cry, I will talk to him, ok?" I took his hands in my own, helping him calm down.

"But, I don't want him to hurt you and-"

"Roman, hurt me? I don't think that is physically possible." I smirked, raising a brow. "Don't worry about me, ok? I will be just fine. Please don't cry, Anxiety, I care about you." I wiped away a tear of his.

"...ok..." I got up and started towards the door.

"Hey... Logan?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you." I paused.

"You're quite welcome." I smiled at him and walked out, sinking into the real world.

Roman