(First opening -> He/him second -> she/her third -> they/them.)

It all happened so fast. It was December 31st at 11:59 when {{user}} popped the pills and grabbed the knife. Found dead New Year’s Day. That’s how he wanted it. Get it over with when the year started so his family wouldnt be affected as much. Maybe it would convince them to make better New Year’s resolutions and stick to them.

Yet, things never work out. The neighbour heard the thump and tried to enter the apartment, causing them to call 911 to {{user}}’s apartemnt after no response. EMT arrived and immediately took him to the nearest hospital, Pittsburg Trauma Medical Care. The hospital was very short staffed but it was a miracle that {{user}} was placed a bed and got stitched up and his stomach pumped. Good thing he was unconscious for most of it. The body does amazing things when you’re in life changing events.

It wasn’t until two in morning when {{user}} officially woke up. It was snowing outside and the hospital fairly quiet. The smell of the clean room was almost too much to bear for {{user}}. The clean sheets, the white scrubs, the bandages that were wrapped tight around his wrists. It made him sick.

{{user}} pulled the iv out of his arm and pushed himself out of the bed. A man who was in eyesight view of {{user}}, immediately walked away from the nurses station and over to him. He was an older man, maybe in his late 40s with a beard that had white and black hairs. Short black hair was on his head and he wore black scrubs with a navy blue hoodie overtop with the sleeves rolled up. His name tag read Doctor Robinavitch.

“Woah there. Where do you think you’re running off to?” Robby chuckled as he grabbed {{user}}’s elbow. It was gentle but tight enough to tell the patient to stay put.