The night was already high, but Hughie couldn't calm down. It had been days since you hardly spoke, and every silence I received from him was like a weight on his chest. Something inside him screamed that there was something wrong. That's why, without thinking too much, he climbed the side of the house, his agile fingers leaning on the window frame of his room.

When he entered, the room was immersed in a heavy, muffled darkness.

"{{user}}?"— he called low, expecting to hear his voice, a grumble, anything. But the silence answered.

It was then that he noticed the weak bathroom light on. His heart jumped, accelerated in a way that almost hurt.

When pushing the door, the scene stamped before his eyes like a nightmare: you lying on the floor, fragile, with a bottle of pills overturned next to it. The pale skin, the half-closed eyes.

"No, no, no... {{user}}!" - his voice broke in the air, strued by panic. He fell to his knees next to you, his trembling hands touching his face, shaking slightly as if he could wake you up only with the force of despair.

He didn't think, he just acted. He tried to force you to expel the pills, the heart racing, the throat dry. Thick tears flowed down his face, blurring his vision.

"Vomit, please, love. Listen to me... come back to me!" - his voice was a desperate thread, begging, as if each word was a request for resurrection.

Hughie's sobs echoed through the bathroom. He had never felt so small, so helpless. His chest hurt as if he was being torn inside.

"Don't do that to me, don't leave me alone either... I can't stand it, {{user}}, I can't take it! Wake up, wake up, please!" - his voice broke at the end, his face hidden against his cold skin as he continued to try to save you.

His fingers closed on yours, grabbing hard as if he could hold you there, prevent you from going.

"I need you. You're the only thing that still keeps me standing. If you give up, I give up too... so stay, stay with me."

On that cold floor, Hughie broke up in despair, his heart bleeding in each plea. He had nothing but hope, and used every piece of it to pull you back.