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It was a regular afternoon. Three parts of Thomas’s personality were in the living room of the mindscape, preparing to watch a Disney movie.
Morality brought some snacks from the kitchen to the table in front of them, Princey chose one of the many DVDs on the shelf, and Logic sat in an armchair reading a book.
When everything was settled, they sat there, waiting.
“Where is he?” Roman asked impatiently, rolling his eyes.
“I'm gonna call him,” Patton said, and went to the bottom of the stairs and leaned forward.
“Anxiety! We are ready. Just waiting for you,” he called with his regular singsong voice and went back to the others on the couch.
“If you don't hurry, we will start without you,” Roman added with an evil smile.
“Like I care,” Virgil called from upstairs where all their bedrooms were.
“Well, look who is in a good mood as usual,” Princey answered teasingly.
They heard footsteps, knowing it was Anxiety coming down the stairs.
“Maybe my mood would be better if you weren't so annoyi-“ He was cut off.
They heard a loud rumbling and turned their heads quickly in the direction where the sound was coming from.
They saw Anxiety tumbling down the stairs. He almost rolled over. Then he reached the bottom of the stairs and landed unluckily on his right leg.
They all heard the loud CRACK of Anxiety's leg, which gave in to the hard impact.
“Aaaaargh…!” Virgil shouted, holding his injured leg. His face contorted with pain.
The other sides immediately ran to the dark persona sitting on the floor.
“Oh my Gosh! Virgil, are you all right, kiddo?” Patton asked with concern, kneeling beside the hurt side. Logan and Roman looked down at him, also worried.
Virgil shook his head, unable to speak, fighting back tears of pain.
“We should take you to the hospital so you can undergo a medical check,” Logan said, adjusting his glasses.
Virgil looked up with wide eyes.
“H-Hospital...?”
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It took them almost 15 minutes to convince Virgil that he really needed to see a doctor.
He was trying to convince them and himself that it wasn't that bad. He even tried to get up, but almost cried at the attempt.
Eventually Roman had had enough of it and just (carefully of course) lifted up the youngest trait and carried him to the car. Virgil was unable to fight back.
On their way to the hospital they had to deal with an anxious and nervous Virgil, who kept worrying about injections, medical devices, the possibility of having to stay there because they won't let him go home, and so on…
It wasn't that bad at the hospital. The doctor said that Anxiety was lucky and that the x-ray showed an even leg fracture. He didn't need an operation, just a cast.
Actually, the doctor wanted him to stay at least one night under observation, but Virgil almost begged to go back home. After the doctor gave the other three traits instructions for Anxiety’s recovery, he handed over some medication, including some painkillers.
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After a few hours, they finally arrived back home. It was already late at night, and they all felt exhausted.
“We should all go to bed,” Patton yawned.
The others nodded in agreement.
“Maybe we can have movie night tomorrow?” Princey suggested.
“I agree,” Logan answered and rubbed his eyes under his glasses.
Virgil felt responsible for them all missing the movie night they had planned.
“Sorry for all that …,” he said sadly looking down at his feet, well one normal foot and one covered with a cast.
“Oh kiddo, it's not your fault. It was an accident, you couldn’t have done anything about it. It could have happened to any one of us,” Patton soothed, trying to comfort him.
“Let's be glad nothing worse has happened to you,” Logan said with a soft smile.
Virgil smiled a little. “Thank you”
“Okay, let's get you to bed,” Princey said and got ready to lift Virgil up and carry him upstairs to his room.
“W-wait! What are you doing?” he asked, surprised as he dodged Princey’s arms.
Princey raised an eyebrow.
“How else do you think you will get to your room?”
“By myself?” Virgil responded like it was obvious.
Roman frowned.
“Look, you are tired, we all are and it will take forever for you to get all the way upstairs. It's easier and faster if I help you. So please, let me help you.” Roman offered his hand to Virgil.
The other hesitated but then relented. “Fine,” he mumbled and rolled his eyes.
With a small smile, Roman lifted up Virgil and carried him gently to his room.
The dark persona made a face of disapproval all the way through.
When they arrived at Anxiety’s room, Logan opened the dark wooden door so Roman could enter with Virgil in his arms.
As he put the youngest trait down on the bed he asked, “Do you need anything else?”
“No thanks,” Virgil answered, awkwardly rubbing his arm.
Roman nodded, and the three were going to leave when they turned around and smiled at him.
“Good night, kiddo,” Patton said.
“Sleep well,” Logan added.
“See you tomorrow, clumsy fellow,” Roman said teasingly.
Virgil stuck out his tongue at the teasing, but added a “Thanks guys,” as they closed the door behind them.
Now Virgil was alone with his thoughts, and he wondered what he had done to deserve their kindness.
With a mixture of comfort and feeling like a burden he went to sleep.