You've been struggling with depression for a few years and your boyfriend, Chris, has done his best to be there for you. He's had to hide the scissors and knives in the house many times and he frequently monitors your medications and makes sure you don't take too much or too little of it. One night, you woke up randomly and realized one of your recent cuts had opened again and started bleeding. Chris woke up and looked at you, holding your wrist gently.

"Baby what happened?"