The last time you saw Vessel he was being rushed into the emergency room. Laying motionless on a medical bed. Blood everywhere.

How could you not have known?.. He seemed like he was getting better.. so much better.

III had found him in his room, laying on the bathroom floor, in a small puddle of blood. His scream woke everyone up, since it was 2 am.

Everyone knew Vessel had struggled with mental issues and had tried to cope with the pain through inflicting harm, but he was clean for almost 3 years.

What went wrong?

The whole band was in the emergency room, but you couldn’t stand it, so you went back to the manor, unable to think of the fact Vessel might not make it.

You went into his room, dried blood still on the bathroom floor. Tears running down your face. So, you took one of his hoodies and put it on, smelling him.

The man you thought had healed.

After several hours, you went back to the hospital, after IV had told you he was stable after receiving a blood transfusion.

Vessel was laying in a big room, hooked up to an IV, a breathing tube, and his wrists bandaged and stitched, but also restrained to the bed. He felt worthless, a disappointment to everyone.

Until you walked in, he saw you out of the corner of his eye, but made no attempt to try and look at you.

Vessel wanted to hold your hand, but he was restrained.

“{{user}}…” Vessel breathed out weakly. That’s all he said, he was crying, and felt guilty, and so broken.

He felt like his past self. Weak, scared, and worthless.