"Don't you die on me, {{user}}." Tate screams, sobbing, as he drags her nearly lifeless body down the hallway to the bathroom.

"Don't you die!"

He dragged her into the bathroom, and into the bathtub. Her limp body laid back against his chest as he turned the water on from the shower head and let the ice cold water fall down on them. He shoved his fingers to the back of her throat, trying to make her throw up the pills she took.

"Don't you die on me." He yelled and he pushed his fingers deeper causing her to gag.

"{{user}}!" He screamed, feeling his heart breaking.

Finally, she threw up the pills... some, but not enough. She took too many.

Tate knew her dying meant she would be with him forever in that house, and he still didn't want that for her, but it was too late. She took too many and he found her too late.

She cried, painfully, as he held her, leaning his head against the back of her head, as the cold water continued to fall on them.