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Meds for Virge (W.I.P)

Summary:

Yep, that's right, another medication fic. Don't worry, nobody dies
(Ft. Amateur writer and newbie Sanders sides fan)

Notes:

I got into the fandom WAY too late, but i know i dislike the whole "Anxiety Meds Kiill Virgil " shtick

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

The sides had been going about their day as usual, there wasn't much going on anyways so when Thomas calls for chat with the sides they are just a little confused.
Despite Thomas having a specific topic he needed to discuss with the sides, they quickly devolve into tangents and casual chatting. Logan and Patton discuss the routine Logan had planned when Roman suddenly notices something...
"Where's Mr.Dark and dreary?" He quips
Logan and Patton stop. The room is silent for a moment as the sides watch the spot on the stairs where Virgil usually sits.
"See, that's actually what i wan-" Thomas attempts to explain when Virgil suddenly shows up
"Hey, sorry i wass..uhm..ssleeping in" He yawns rubbing his eyes. Virgil's off somehow...his face is relaxed and his shoulders hand much lower than usual. Even his makeup isn't as dark.
"That's..." Logan looks to Patton "...new"
"Yes, you're always so..high strung" Roman attempts to stay polite, earning a thumbs up from Patton
"Mhm" Virgil shrugs "can't complain" His voice isn't as gravelly as usual and he seems almost...pleased with something
"Well i think its nice to see Virgil happy" Patton adds smiling
"Hmm.." Logan throws a laptop at Thomas, Thomas catches it.
"What was that about!?" Thomas asks incredulously
" Nevermind" Logan mumbles, lowering into the floor and disappearing. The others follow suit, assuming the conversation is over.
"I'm sure you can tell 'em next time" Virgil sighs
"Really?" Thomas asks " They deserve to know, Virgil"
"And they will know, when they're ready"

For the rest of that day and the next Logan keeps an eye on Thomas and Virgil, following them around suspiciously. He even asks Janus what's happening, but he doesn't get much of an answer, typical.

"I don't see why you're so uppity about this, Virgil's doing fine, see?" Patton pokes Logan and then points a finger to where Virgil is sitting and playing cards with Roman, without arguing for once.
"And you can you can always just ask Thomas" He shrugs, walking off

"Thomas. " Logan demands, spooking Thomas when he suddenly rises up "We need to talk."
" Oh! Logan, w-what's wrong..? " Thomas fidgets awkwardly
"What is happening with Virgil?" He enquiries
" Oh..yeah, he..i, he suggested i try some medication, and..well, it seems to be working as far as i can tell... sorry for not telling you sooner, i did try to" Thomas explains
"Oh, oh! Oh, i should've figured that out!" Logan grumbles , sinking back down

Notes:

W.I.P
(If you're reading this please give me some ideas in the comments, i wrote this sick and in bed after only being in the fandom for like a month so sorry if its out of character😪)

Okay, coming back to this fic and re-reading it was nightmarish, the fact that i was mixing up past and present tense should be indicative if how sick i was, might not even re-write it as this point, anyways silly :P