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To say Logan has never felt so bad in his life would be a lie, because he has definitely felt worse before. At least now he’s not throwing up, dry heaving, or sobbing his eyes out from pain. Still…
Everything hurts way too much. And he was pretty damn close to throwing up.
It hurts to sniffle, it hurts to swallow, hurts to yawn, hurts to turn his head, and feels uncomfortable to not swallow every now and then. He doesn’t feel like eating now either. For some reason, he’s also drooling all over the place like a fool.
Logan Sanders hates being sick.
There’s two light knocks on his door that he immediately recognizes to be Patton’s.
“Kiddo! Dinner’s ready!”
Logan barely has the strength to respond. “M’nnnnnn… head hurts… burning up..”
Patton cautiously opens the door, peaking in to see Logan curled up in a blanket with his glasses still on. “Ah… do you have a fever?...” Logan can only shrug. “Do you feel like getting up and eating?...” Logan shakes his head, and instantly regrets it. “... Alright Lo. I’ll be back with a thermometer”
As soon as Patton leaves Logan feels worse. He’s just now trying to assess his situation, which means he’s just now noticing how sore he is. His neck aches, his shoulders feel like they’ve been folded in half, and his joints don't feel like moving. “I’m back! Here hold this under your tongue…” He wants to snap at him, ‘Thanks, I know to use a thermometer. I’m not a newborn.’ but because he knows how to use a thermometer, he also knows that you’re not supposed to talk while you’re getting your temperature taken. So he waits. Waiting is starting to become unbearable. How is he supposed to keep his mouth closed? He can’t breathe out of his nose and-
BEEP! BEEP!
Logan gasps for air. Patton sighs, making a concerned noise “That’s not good… You have a mild fever.” He wipes off the mouthpiece of the thermometer with his shirt. Unsanitary. Patton chews at his lip, unsure how to proceed from here. “Do you want some chicken noodle soup?...”
Now, Logan would like to inform everyone that this is not his proudest moment.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…”
Not only was he not up to eating, but he hated chicken noodle soup. It got soggy way too fast, the noodles were too small, the chicken tasted funny, and it got cold easily since he likes his room cold. Patton let out a little snicker. “Well, alright. Just call for me if you change your mind and feel like eating okay?...” Logan can’t even manage a nod without his head hurting. “OH! Right. Be right back…”
A while later Patton walks in with dreaded blue and red pills and a glass of water. “Here, you don’t have to take them both at once but this should help with your headache.” …
Those pills looked evil. “Evil pills…” Patton rolls his eyes fondly, “No kiddo, these are normal nice pills that make your headache go away. You can even ask Virgil to make sure. Go on, eat it”
Logan eyes the pills warily because swallowing them both down one by one. The first one went sort of easily, but the feeling of it sliding against his throat hurt. The second one took more time, it wasn't in the right position and he was already trying to keep the first one down. Swallowing hurt so so bad.
Time passes by but he can barely tell, all he can tell is that his body is warm. That he feels like he’s dying. “Is he still dying?” Ahh yes Virgil. Thanks a lot. Patton hesitates as he takes Logan’s temperature, just as unpleasant as the first time. “No… He still has a mild fever though. Kiddo, Are you sure you don’t want anything to eat?..” His appetite has grown since he last checked in… “... C… crofters…” “Oh!” Patton perks up. “Okay I can do that! Virgil, watch over him okay?” “Fine…”
…
So now Logan and Virgil are having a staring contest.
…
“Dude stop looking at me you’re freaking me out”
“Okay..”
… Logan doesn’t have enough energy to actually look away, so he just closes his eyes.
…
Patton comes back with a jar and a spoon. “Here, do you need to be spoonfed?...” Fuck that.
Logan grabs the jar and basically shoves it down his throat. It hurts to swallow but the cold jelly makes it all worth it.
… He also got it all over himself. Doesn’t matter, he can shower later. … Fuck he’s tired. He rolls over onto the floor with a thud. “Woah there!-” “Christ, Logan…” He doesn’t like getting his bed messy. “Go away…” “You sure you don’t need help?-” “Out…” “Yeesh, fine. C’mon Patton.”
… They finally leave. … Alright. He sets a timer for 2:40, so that he can wake up and turn the other on at 2:48.
He ends up waking up and setting new timers until he wakes up at 6:47
(Which happens to be a few minutes before this fic was posted.. hmmm...)