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Virgil listened carefully and followed along to Patton's counting. He breathed in till 4 and held for 7 and breathed out for 8 and he was doing great but his breathing wasn’t what was broken his eyes were what was broken and he didn’t know why. Virgil continued to breathe.
“You’re doing so well Jack-o-lantern. I’m so proud of you just keep breathing,” Patton kept holding his hands but Virgil could feel him move slightly before his head was being guided to lay against someone's chest, he assumed Patton’s, “Do we have any idea what happened or why? Has this ever happened to any of us before?”
“Yes. We absolutely know what happened and why and were just keeping it to ourselves in order to torture our youngest,” Virgil could hear the obvious worry in the undertones of Janus's sarcasm. It warmed his heart knowing the trait that raised him cared so much.
“Actually,” Thomas’s words made Virgil simultaneously stop in fear and start in hope.
“Actually what Thomas?” Janus’s words were stilted and dangerous, daring Thomas to continue.
“It might, uhm,” Thomas paused, Virgil felt his blood run cold, “it might have something to do with the new anxiety meds I’m taking?”
Virgil stopped breathing again. He couldn’t see because one of his family members decided he needed to block him out, decided he wasn’t good enough. He couldn’t see because Thomas decided that he didn’t deserve to.
“You’re what?” Virgil had never heard Patton's voice so empty, so devoid of emotion. To made him fear a little on Thomas’s behalf.
“I’m taking new anxiety medication. I didn’t know it would do this! I didn’t mean to hurt him I swear he's just been so on edge and I’m so tired and busy and-“
“If he's on edge then you talk to him! Or Janus and I! Or even roman and Remus! I don’t care! What you don’t do is put his life at risk by taking anxiety meds! those could have killed him!” Virgil had never heard Patton shout like that, he knew the only reason Patton wasn’t standing up was that he didn’t want to let go of him or upset him more.
“Probably will kill him if you don’t stop. This is probably only stage one. There are obviously no previous cases of this for me to go on but I would assume it starts gradually, taking his eyesight, then assumably his hearing, his mobility. I wager his sanity would start to fade as well, eventually leaving him as no more than a doll. Before killing him,” Logan’s words felt like they had removed the air from the room, had frozen time itself, Virgil felt Patton pull him closer and was shocked when he heard Thomas begin to sob. He tensed when he felt someone sit down on his other side and grab his hand, relaxed slightly when he could distinguish gloves and rough skin.
“I’m so sorry. Oh my god! Virgil, I’m so sorry! I didn’t think it through, I’m so sorry. I'll never take them again I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you! I never mean to hurt you,” a muffled crash echoed through as Thomas connoted to sob desperately for forgiveness.
“Logan, twins, please help Thomas outside. I believe he needs to be out of our sight while he thinks over the consequences of his betrayal,” Virgil felt Janus press his nose into his hair while Patton spoke. Virgil didn’t know emotional pain could hurt so physically.