#we’re gonna ignore the low quality of the Arthur drawing

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Sander Sides (Psych Ward AU)

"It's great to have a new member of the family here. Few people want to go into this line of work y'know?" Emile said happily and he shook Thomas's hand. "We are gonna have a lot of fun, I just know it!"         "Well, helping people is my thing. Might as well make money doing what I know right?" Thomas replied with a half chuckle.         "You've come to the right place then. You'll be helping people all day long." Emile said. Looking down at his clipboard, he let out an 'oh' sound before looking back up at Thomas with a bright smile. "Follow me, I'll show you to your assignments." He pushed opened the white doors that connected the lobby to the rest of the psychiatric ward. "Did they 'give you the sitch' on how the system here?"           "A bit," Thomas said with a chuckle at the joke. "Nurses work with groups of people to build familiarity right?" Thomas said as he followed the doctor in front of him.           "Right on. Trust is important for these kinds of things you know. We like to think of this place like one big Ohana. And you know what ohana means?" Emile asked, glancing back at Thomas.            "Ohana means family. And family means no one gets left behind," Thomas replied.            "Or forgotten," Emile added. He stopped in front of one of the many doors in the hallway. "Here's the suite. All of your assignments are here. You ready to meet your family?" He asked, hand on the doorknob. With a solid nod from Thomas, Emile twisted the knob, opening the door to what seemed like a living room of sorts. A couch on the right side, a TV set on the left wall with two windows on either side of it, a and a coffee table in the middle of the room. On the back wall were three doors and a staircase leading to another floor.             "Think of it as a dorm. You'll talk to your patients here in the common room. I wouldn't go into their rooms. Even I haven’t jumped in that rabbit hole.” Emile was interrupted by one of the doors opening. The dark blue door opened to reveal a tall man in a black shirt and pants. He wore a blue and black striped necktie holding a book. He wore a pair of black Warber Parker glasses, glaring at Thomas and Emile.

       “A new arrival? Our last therapist could barely manage us as it is. I expected better of you.” the man said before walking over to the couch and began reading.                                                                                                                          “Now, Logan we talked about positive observations. And this, “ Emile said, gesturing to Thomas. “ is your new therapist. His name is Thomas.”                            “His name won’t matter in the end, but fine,” the man said, closing his book. He stood up and approached Thomas. “Logan Williams. Your existence is inconsequential.” He extends his hand in greeting, Thomas gladly accepting the offer.                                                                                                                               “Glad to meet you,” Thomas replied. The glare never left Logan’s face as he returned to the couch and opened his book once again just as another one of the doors slammed open.                                                                                                “Picani! I swear you come later and later to our meetups,  you know the others don’t work together if you're not here.” said the man walking out of the red door. He wore a white prince outfit with golden decorations on both the chest and shoulders. A bright red sash draped from his shoulder to his waist. He ran a hand through his short brown locks as he walked toward Emile. “Microsoft Nerd over here doesn’t listen to a word I say, Dad can’t focus on anything long enough to keep a conversation and don’t get me started on the others.”  He sighed before flashing a bright smile. “But now you’re here so you can listen to me.”                                                                                                                                  “Roman, you can’t force yourself into other people’s bubbles, you’ll pop them.” Emile replied, giving a wave of his finger as an extra ‘no’. “I want you to your new therapist, Thomas.” Roman gave a bright smile before turning to Thomas.                                                                                                                              “Amazing! Hopefully, you'll stay a little longer than our last one. I am Really Obviously Muscular And Nice. Or Roman Royals for short.” Roman said with a wink and a bow. Thomas gave a short laugh before returning the bow. As Roman stood back up, he turned to Emile. “So if he’s here, “he began, pointing to Thomas, “does that mean that you won’t be coming back? Because you are the only one who really pays any attention to me.”                                                            “Don’t worry, Ro. I’ll be back at the end of the day. You can just call me Perry the platypus” Emile replied with a bright grin.                                                          “Thank fairy Godmother for that,” Roman replied before turning back to Thomas. “Now then, I bet you want to learn all about me, don’t you? We will be spending a LOT of time together, so you’ll want to know everything. Well, I’ll start from the begin-”                                                                                                                  “No one wants to hear you talk about yourself for an hour straight.” Logan interrupted from the couch, eyes never leaving his book. Roman scoffed at the man on the couch.                                                                                                            “You’re just jealous of my superiority, Book Germ.’ Roman replied as he glared at Logan, but received no response. Roman stomped over to him, arms crossed. “Don’t you know that ignoring royalty is punishable by death?”                           “Just because you wear that ridiculous outfit doesn’t mean that you're actually a prince,” Logan replied, eyes never leaving the book. Roman gave a loud exasperated sigh before turning back to Thomas and Emile. “You see this is why our last guy left us. Calculator Watch over here doesn’t know what kindness is.”                                                                                                                                  “The quality of being friendly, generous, and considerate. I know what it is, but it isn’t necessary at the moment,” The two continued to go back and forth, Logan’s eyes never leaving his book while Roman seemed to get more enraged by the second. As the two bickered on, the light blue door creaked open. Out walked a young man in a light blue shirt and grey cardigan wrapped around his shoulders, a pair of brown khakis on his legs. Bright eyes beamed through black-rimmed glasses at Thomas and Emile. A gasp escaped his mouth and was replaced by a smile.                                                                                                    “Oh my goodness. It’s a new person!” He cheered, rushing over to Thomas until he was practically right under his nose. “Are you our new therapist? Our last one left in a week. Don’t know why though. Did you know him? He was nice. But he didn’t talk a lot. At least I don’t think-”                                      “Pat. Don’t talk as fast as you type.” Emile said with a chuckle. Pat let out an ‘oh’ before covering his mouth but continued to rock on his heels. “Why don’t you introduce yourself  to your new therapist Thomas?” And remember, slow and steady like a turtle.” Patton responded with excited nods before taking his hand off of his mouth.                                                                                                        “My. Name. Is. Patton. Smith.” Patton said spacing out his words.                         “Thomas Sanders, it's a pleasure to meet y-.” Thomas couldn’t finish his sentence before he was gripped tightly in a hug from Patton, who was laughing joyously.                                                                                                                             “Oh, it feels great to hug someone new! Logan never hugs back and Roman’s hugs all feel the same. Do you like hugs? I love hugs. I wish I could hug everyone in the world!” Roman scoffed at this, turning his attention from Logan to Patton.                                                                                                                  “Pat. I thought you loved my hugs.” he pouted. Patton let out a gasp, letting go of Thomas in exchange for Roman.                                                                    “No, I still love your hugs. Don’t be upset. I still love you buddy” he said while hugging Roman tightly. Emile let out a chuckle as the scene unfolded before putting a hand on Thomas’s shoulder.                                                                      “Well, this is your main group of patients. I bet you’ll all get along just fine. You’ll be the Arthur to their round table!” He said proudly.                                        “One, our table is square, not round. Two, you forgot about the ones upstairs. Virgil won’t be happy about this.” Logan said, peeking out from his book. Emile's smile shrunk at this.                                                                                     “Right. I'm gonna have to tell him.” He turned to Thomas, reluctance painting his expression. “You technically have other patients.You won’t see most of them often, but Virgil has begun to come down for our sessions. In fact,” Emile looked at his watch; 3:45. “He should be coming down around now. We’ve been working on his consistency.” At that, a creaking was heard from the stairwell. Down the stair came a young-looking man in black ripped jeans. He wore a black hooded jacket with various purple plaid patches on the sleeves and back on top of a purple t-shirt. Thomas couldn’t tell if he was wearing eyeliner or had bags under his eyes, the dark patches standing out again the man’s pale skin. His eyes were too focused on the stairs under his feet to notice Thomas at first.                                                                                                                                     “Oh great, My Chemically Imbalanced romance is here.” Roman scowled.                                                                                                                             “I’m just here for the session, Princey. I’ll leave after we finish." said the man coming down the stairs. "What are we working on today, doc?" The man raised his head to look at Emile and froze when he saw Thomas next to him. His grip tightened on the handrail as he closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths before opening them again. His eyes fell on Thomas once again and he let out a low chuckle. “Doctor, this one’s not going away.”                                                               “Virgil, this is your new therapist, Thomas.” Emile, said, his voice noticeably softer than before. Virgil lowered his eyes to the floor before speaking again.                                                                                                                                 “Y’know, Doc. I came here for help, and all I’ve gotten are people running from me.” His grip on the handrail grew tighter. “He’s going to leave us. And you’re never gonna let us out. We’re going to die here as mistakes, aren’t we doc? ”                                                                                                                                “Virgil, breathe,” Emile said, drawing closer to Virgil, who was visibly shaking at this point. “Those thoughts don’t hold water. Repeat after me, okay?” Emile put a hand on Virgil's arm. “We are here to help you. Nothing bad is going to happen to you.” The two went back and forth, Virgil’s quaking diminishing as they continued. With one last deep breath, the two separated, Virgil calmed and a smile of Emile’s face. Virgil looked past Emile towards Thomas, who offered a small wave.                                                                                                                         “He’s real, right?” Virgil asked quietly, receiving a nod from Emile. He took another breath before walking towards Thomas, stopping about a foot in front of him. “Virgil Para,” he said. Despite the lack of emotion on Virgil’s face, Thomas answered with a bright smile.                                                                                 “Thomas Sanders. I’m happy I get to work with you.”                                             “That’ll change,” Virgil replied before turning and walking towards the staircase, promptly sitting on the two lowest steps. “Are we still doing a session today doc?”                                                                                                                           “That depends on Thomas.” Emile turned back to Thomas. “You wanna see me in action?”                                                                                                                  “It wouldn’t hurt to see an example,” Thomas replied. Emile gave a swift nod before turning back to look at the others.                                                                        “Alright, everyone in their places!” Emile said with a clap of his hands. Patton moved in front of one of the windows, staring out at the sky before turning back to the rest of the group. Logan put down his book and scooted towards the middle of the couch. Roman decided to stand in front of the television, straightening out his suit and fixing his hair in the black screen. Emile pulled Thomas over to the middle of the room, right in front of the coffee table.                             “Ooooo. Doc, do the thing! Do the thing! I love the thing!” Patton said, practically bouncing on his heels.                                                                                          “I don’t know Pat. We’re already kinda late to start…” Emile said, tapping his pencil to his clipboard, a smile creeping on his lips. “If the others would like it, then I don’t see why not.”                                                                                  “Please, please, PLEASE, guys? It’s so fun when he does it.” Patton said, his eyes darting between the others in the group. A sigh escaped from Logan’s lips, a hand running through his hair.                                                                      “If it will bring your whining to a halt, then just do it. The sooner we get started, the sooner it will be over,” he said.                                                                            “Indeed.” Roman added with a dramatic flick of the wrist, then quickly added, “Besides you know I love to do the background harmony.”                                     “It is one of the few constants I have.” Virgil chimed in. The smile on Emile’s face grew, putting his clipboard on the table behind him before stepping out of the front door.                                                                                                             “Prepare for the moment you’ve been waiting for!!”

Big contributions to http.virgil on Instagram, as well as ebest1445 on Instagram for encouraging me to make this. If anyone wants to draw fanart for this, be my guest, just tag me.

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