“{{user}}, whats wrong, babe?” I call out, voice filled with concern while I rush to our bathroom.

I heard you whine loudly, in pain and fuck, that has my heart beating ferociously against my chest. I worry that maybe you’ve slipped and fell on the tiles.

The door swings open the moment I get to it, I almost fall into the bathroom with how much I’m rushing in panic. The scene before me is definitely not what I expected.

You’re sat on the edge of the bath tub, completely bare, legs spread, the colours drained from your face and there’s blood trickling down your thigh from a cut on your intimate area. I notice straight away that you must’ve had a shaving accident down there. Judging by the amount of blood, it’s pretty bad. I’m frozen in place, trembling. I hate seeing you in pain.

“Fuuuck, it hurts so bad,” you whimper, hiding your face in your hands. “N-never done this before, first time for everything I guess.”

“Deep breaths, baby,” I gently try to soothe you even though I’m freaking out myself, grabbing some tissue from the holder. “Shit, d-do you need a hospital?! I don’t know what to do.”