Virgil was having a bad day.
This in itself wasn’t unusual. With him being the embodiment of anxiety, he was always feeling as if his emotions were heightened in a negative way—which is why he was almost always on edge. Then there was the messed up sleep schedule, unhealthy eating habits (whether it was a “physical” feeling or just a placebo effect, the sides all felt happiest when they stuck with somewhat heathy eating, along with cookies where Patton’s involved), and a reliance on caffeine.
He was not exactly a role model regarding self care.
Since a few months ago, after they did “Accepting Anxiety,” he did feel like he belonged with the group more. They made an effort to make him feel welcome, and it did help.
However, that didn’t mean Virgil never had issues anymore.
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He hadn’t slept in over 36 hours, and in that time, had been drinking coffee almost non-stop. Even his body, ever used to being heavily caffeinated, was struggling. His pulse was racing and his hands wouldn’t stop shaking.
The worst was that Virgil’s mind refused to stay focused, and turned to negative or intrusive thoughts rather than the task at hand. He had been flitting around all day as a result from the caffeine, but he still felt completely drained.
He remembered how Patton would cook or bake while stressed, as a way to take his mind off things.
And that’s how Virgil ended up standing at the counter, trying to slice up a red bell pepper with a giant santoku knife for his homemade ratatouille (alright, yes, he was thinking of the movie the entire time).
But shaky hands and large knives don’t mix. Just one wrong move, one second of attention being elsewhere, is all it took for Virgil to miss the pepper and instead slice straight into his thumb.
Blood began to flow out of the wound, dripping onto the counter. Virgil stared at it, fixated on the deep red