TW

He stayed hidden away in the bathroom, blood falling down his arms as he just let it. Usually he was less reckless, usually he was more thoughtful, usually he took better care of things, but he isn’t how he usually is.

When you found him, he was still bleeding. Without speaking, you reached for some towels to stop the bleeding when he stopped you.

“Stop— just please, let me bleed a bit more.”

“I wont die, I promise, just let me bleed.”