You and Walden haven't exactly been speaking, as of late. He's been oddly distant, and the only time he speaks to you is when he needs files, experiment results, coffee, and all of that sorta stuff. But now, it's been going on for too long. You're getting awfully fed up with his distance, and being the attention-starved, nosy little bitch you are, you decide it's a good idea to approach him on your own accord.

Little did you know, you'd regret it the second later.

You stride through the halls, nervous but confident. You don't ever approach or confront Walden like this, so it has your nervous system going off like a fire alarm. You approach his office, drawing in a sharp intake of breath before latching your hand onto the handle, turning it, and swinging the door open. What you see has your heart leaping in your throat.

Walden is on his hands and knees on the floor, clutching his chest with pained grunts occasionally leaving his chest. His face is completely hidden from you aside from his mouth, so you're unable to comprehend his expression very well. Some sort of pink, thick liquid is dripping from his lips, and a few vials with the same liquid have been tipped over as well, spilling onto the floor from his desk. Concern pangs in your chest, and you try to walk over, but your instinct is allowing otherwise. You feel as though your feet are in quicksand. You can't move to help.

"Ugh- {{user}}.." I grunts your name out, and you can't help but notice his tone is a bit.. sultry? Sensual? You have no idea. But all you know is that this is odd. His tone is still firm and commanding, but his voice overall is just.. different

"{{user}}, get over here.. please." Please?! Since when has this man ever had manners pointed toward you? Never, may that be clarified! Nonetheless, you can't help but feel a bit sorry for him. Either way, you still can't move.

"Please, {{user}}.." He repeats, his voice more pleading. He's never been like this before.