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Not really any trigger warning this time.
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Anxiety POV

I could tell something was wrong.  Thomas was feeling so much self loathing, but I didn't do anything this time.  Normally I get mad at myself and it transfers to Thomas, making him upset.  I sat in the hall, waiting for Logan or Prince to come back.  I was scared. 

Why did Thomas get so upset?? I kept asking and asking though I knew nobody could hear and nobody would answer.  I jerked up when I heard a scream.  I couldn't tell who screamed since all of us sound pretty much the same.  I felt a hand on my arm and I whirled around.  Logan looked as confused as I felt. 

"Who screamed?"  I asked, mostly to myself.  Logan shrugged and gripped my hand.  We started walking towards where we heard the scream.  I turned to Logan, "What happened with Thomas?"

His face paled a little but his expression gave nothing away.  I prodded a little more but he said nothing.  He kept pulling me along until I pulled him to a stop, forcing him to look at me.

"Could you fix it?"  I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.  By now I knew something was wrong.  Logan broke our eye contact, his light brown orbs focusing on the floor.  He shook his head so slightly I almost missed it.

He turned before I could ask any more. He pulled me along again and we turned a corner.  He stopped so suddenly that I bumped into his back.  I asked him why we'd stopped but he didn't answer, didn't move.  I looked around him and almost screamed myself.  On the ground, in front of us was Prince.  He was laying on the ground barely breathing.  A small stream of blood dipped out of his nose.  I stepped around Logan and reached for him.  I hesitated, what if I made it worse?  I shook off the thought and gripped his wrist, feeling for a pulse.  I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding as I felt a weak pulse.  I turned to Logan and he stepped forward, still refusing to meet my eyes.  He picked up Roman and began to carry him towards Prince's room.  I followed, my mind swirling with a thousand questions. 

Prince POV

I was in my own dream world.  I saw Thomas crying with Morality trying to comfort him.  I reached out, wanting to help but froze when I saw my hands.  The were almost clear.  I could see right through them.  I stepped towards Thomas regardless and tried to speak to him, but my voice wouldn't make any noise. I tried to get their attention but it was almost as if I wasn't here.  I felt hot tears slipping out of my eyes and I could feel a sob building in my throat but it wouldn't come.  My throats felt like it was being forced closed, I could barely breathe.

I felt everything go darker and darker until it finally slipped into pure black.  I felt my throat again and cried.  I could speak but where was I?  I realized my eyes were closed and slowly opened them.  My eyes felt like they were made of lead and my head pounded.  I looked up and startled slightly as I saw Morality, Logan, and Anxiety watching me.  I tried to get my bearings but could barely think.  My mind felt like it was stuffed with cotton.  My throat was dry but I tried to talk.  I meant to ask what had happened but all that came out was a soft croaking sound.  Logan seemed to understand though and he shrugged slightly.

"To be honest, we were hoping you could tell us.  Anxiety and I found you passed out in the hall."  He explained.  I was filled with a sense of anger at myself.  I didn't need help, they shouldn't have gotten upset, it's my fault.  I forced a small smile nonetheless.

"Is Thomas okay?"  I asked, hoping it would lighten the mood.  My question had the opposite effect than what was intended.  Logan turned a shade paler and refused to meet my eyes, Anxiety became very interested in his hoodie's strings.  Only Morality was seemingly unaffected.

"I don't know, after you left I finished my cookie and then came looking for you.  Found you in the hall with Logan and Anxiety."  Morality shrugged.  He too looked at Logan, seemingly waiting for an explanation. 

I tried to sit up but my head pounded harder.  I hissed in pain and slid back down, closing my eyes tightly against the pain.  Someone patted my arm, but with my eyes closed I couldn't tell who. 

"Get some rest."  Anxiety said, his voice abnormally hoarse.  He patted my arm again and I heard the three of them leave.  I tried to stay awake, I wanted to help.  But my head hurt and slowly, I drifted off into a deep dreamless sleep.

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