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Logic was horrible, apparently so horrible that they had to throw him straight out of the window.
Thomas was on a date with Nico right now which Logan not only knew because it was on his calendar, but also because he was currently laying on warm summer grass broken and bloodied.
Sides, of course, couldn’t die, in the physical sense at least, so he had to just lie there in pain. It would still be a while until he recovered enough to move, so Logan just closed his eyes and took everything in.
His spine was undeniably shattered since he had landed on his back. He could feel the blood seeping through his clothing, even though he couldn’t feel a lot it was quite uncomfortable, but the warm sun shining on his face was pleasant.
I should venture out more often.
While the Imagination was often dangerous for Logan since it wasn't exactly a logical place, he could ask Roman to help him make a sunroom. Maybe he could even try making one on his own. After all, changing his own room wouldn’t be all too difficult.
Logan let out a painful, whistling, sigh. If he could move, he would probably write this down or something, but right now he was basically quadriplegic.
The logical side could hear birds that weren't even native to America. Notably was the call of an Indian peafowl, which are very distinct from your average bird chirp. Logan would say it sounded more like a cat's meow than a bird. Another birdcall he could distinguish was a Hornbill call. Logan remembered Patton calling them rather silly looking.
To be quite frank, despite the pain this was the most relaxed Logan has been for months. Right at this moment he would rather stay here lying in his own blood than to go back to his work.
But of course, his peace had to be disturbed by a manic laugh paired with a hiss that he couldn’t figure out the emotion behind.
“Say, has our teach finally gone mad?”, Remus asked. Once he had opened his eyes, he could see him leaning over him with a big grin. Conveniently he blocked out the sun, so the blue sides eyes weren't immediately attacked when he opened them.
Logan didn't answer, he was pretty sure that even if he wanted to, he couldn’t cue to his probably crushed esophagus. Luckily Remus didn't expect an answer; he never did anyways.
“Well, let's get you inside”, the sultry voice of Janus told him. Although he was standing just ourtside his field of vision, so he couldn’t actually see the snake-esque side. Remus roughly grabbed Logans’ arms and started dragging him inside through the mud, even though he couldn’t actually feel being dragged along.
Logan got tossed on the couch which got covered in towels beforehand since he was still bleeding. The pain changed from a dull ache to a burning pain mainly focused to his back and ribcage. He let out a small sound of pain.
“For how long have you been just laying around out there?”, Janus asked with a slightly offended tone. The only thing Logan could get out was the whistling of a crushed windpipe. The yellow side sighed.
Remus, who had hurried away a few minutes ago, returned with a bowl of water which dripped absolutely everywhere and a white cloth. Carefully, at least for him, he dipped the wet cloth on Logans face. Slowly the cloth turned red. He didn't realize his face was that dirty until the grime was gone.
He half wished that they would just have let him recover outside on the ground. It was peaceful out there. Also, Patton wouldn’t have to see him out there. Yet in the mindpalace he could just pop in on them.
A horrified shriek marked his arrival. The fatherly side quickly rushed to his side and started asking a dozen questions. Janus quickly ushered Pat away, which left Logan to be alone with Remus.
Remus was... odd to say the least. Sometimes he said the most nonsensical things, and it deeply confused Logic. But sometimes, rarely, he witnessed him to be weirdly insightful, as if he was able to see through them all.
It was fascinating and scary...
“You are very stupid for a smart man you know”, Remus said while cleaning his hair. It was not only bloody but also greasy since Logan had neglected to take care of himself for a while, he was working on a big project. His hands slowly moved to Logans collar to undo his tie. Before he did, he looked into his eyes to ask for consent which he gave with a weak nod.
With unusual care he took off the blood stained tie and soaked it in water. Then he roughly ripped apart the pollo shirt so he could assess the damage. A few of the broken ribs had already started healing. Remus slowly cleaned the blood off Logans torso. Janus returned with a calmer Patton; he still had a horrified look on his face but at least he wasn’t hysterical anymore.
The fatherly side approached the couch and carefully look Logans hand. He hated it; he looked at him as if he was broken, like he jumped out of the window on purpose, and he couldn’t even defend himself. Not that they would listen to him anyways.
Loga was tired, tired of being disrespected, but also generally tired. So, he closed his eyes. Regeneration was always faster while sleeping.
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He woke up with a big gasp of air. His windpipe finally wasn’t crushed anymore so he could actually breathe again. When he looked around, he wasn’t in the common room anymore. Obviously, he was moved to his room, luckily after he stopped bleeding.
When he sat up, he noticed a certain snake rolled up in his bed quietly napping. “Janus my dear, I think I owe you an explanation”, Logan muttered softly. The snake sleepily raised its head before sliding and curling around him. The snake was quite large, so he had no choice but to lay down again.
Logan pressed his lips on the scaly forehead of his boyfriend's snout and slowly slipped back into a dreamless sleep.
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The next time woke up, this time without gasping for air, Janus had vanished and instead Remus was laying on top of him wide awake just. Somehow Logan managed to get free from underneath the duke; he wasn’t very bratty about it actually, which was also surprising. Remus was weird.
He smiled when he saw his tie rolled together neatly on his desk. He suspected that it was placed there by Virgil by the way it looked a little scuffed. Logan changed into his usual dark blue polo, which he had several of, and tie, which he only had two of.
“Ahw, why didn’t you stay shirtless?”, Remus whined. He was rolling around in Logan’s bed, messing it up even more. With one very cartoony jump he got up from the bed. Logan approached the bed with the intent to fix the mess he had made but as he touched the blanked it magically just made itself with and octopus sitting on top. “Remus you know messing with my room is not a good idea”, he scolded.
“Why did you fall out of the window Logan?” The question hit him out of nowhere; he got goosebumps. Remus usually never called the indigo blue side by his name; he always had some kind of wacky nick name. So, something must be wrong.
Logan calmly and coldly explained: “It happens when Thomas doesn’t need, or better said he doesn’t think that he needs me. Literally throwing me out the window. I can’t do anything about it. It was a nuisance, nothing more. Even if he did feel the pain of a crushed spine and ribcage, that didn’t matter.
“Communicate, or I'll do it for you”, slowly Remus was getting sick of everybody's stubbornness. They all talked and talked but never communicated the essential things. He felt like he was the only on with common fucking sense. He let out a sigh; something he rarely did.
Logan had a different opinion on things; his frustrations were his and his alone. It was his responsibility to protect the other sides partially from themselves, his and Janus’. Remus was right; they were stubborn.
He looked away, slightly embarrassed. Remus was very good at getting the truth out of him despite how often he plotted with the embodiment of deceit.
What a pain.