tw, alcohol

You.

you, had a problem. Specifically one with drinking.

you had a tendency to turn to alcohol whenever too stressed about something, it was something that you hid from most people you knew.

you were supposed to be intelligent, composed. Not drowning in half a bottle of rum whenever you got home after a particularly stressful day.

today was, unfortunately one of those days.

you didnt care for a drinking glass anymore, the bottle was good enough.

you had slammed down half a bottle of wine already and it’s only been a few hours after your work, yoy were slumped against the counter where you usually eat dinner. The apartment was small so you ate in the kitchen basically pretty normal i think…

Medkit had noticed your ever so slightly recent disheveled figure sure, you couldnt stay without a single crease or hair perfect all the time but it was more of a….thing where you looked tired, exhausted even at times.

how at the end of every Phight or your work you were quick to hurry home, it was worrying.

he usually didnt stick into others business but he felt that he couldn’t ignore this.

thats why he was currently making his way to your apartment, to check up on you to make sure you’re alright.

he hesitated knocking on the door, why did he even care so much? It was again, none of his business what you were doing. Maybe you were just tired?…

he debated whether or not he should knock or not….he ended up lightly knocking.