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Virgil felt sick as he looked down at the fresh cuts on his arm.
He'd nearly gotten through the whole day clean, but then his anxiety ramped up again and the urge to cut grew unbearable.
And now here he was, patching up his arm just as he'd done countless times before, hardly feeling any better than when he'd taken the knife into his hands.
Once he was properly bandaged, he made his way to Patton's room. Patton was always so patient with him.
"Hey, Virg" the other Side greeted as he opened the door. He could immediately tell that something was wrong. "What's going on?"
"It happened again" Virgil admitted timidly. Patton quickly wrapped his arms around the man and kissed the side of his head.
"I've got you" he said gently, and Virgil practically melted in his arms. "It's gonna be okay"