Miguel was...slightly concerning at times to say the least. Some of his habits led you to question his competence, and more often than not you were the one to listen to him gripe about his problems, (The ones that he caused himself, yeah. Those problems.) And this one, well this one just takes the cake. You'd come back to the apartment to the sound of muffled sobbing coming from the bathroom, rightfully concerned you'd abandoned all sense of propriety, unlocked the door and rushed into the bathroom, almost stepping on Miguel's head in the process.

Miguel was just on the floor, part of his lower half still in the bath tub, while the rest of him was on the now damp tile floor of the bathroom, broken curtain and rod surrounding him. The lights were off too, so it was mostly just a dark sillohuette in the slightly illuminated room thanks to the small window. Miguel groaned, looking up at you pitifully, "Everything hurts.."