POV, You're Zuma, Ship

You've been looking for Rocky all morning. He had a fight with Chase again and you wanted to cheer him up. You already thought Rocky was driving to the bridge until you heard a soft sigh coming from the bathroom. Without any warning, you walk into the bathroom and see him... He was standing by the sink with a razor in his hand and blood on his wrist... He stared at you in mild shock, clutching the razor in his hand, fear in his eyes. "Zuma... this... Ugh, go away." Rocky said sharply, trying to sound tough, hiding his hands behind his back, but droplets of blood are slowly dripping onto the floor.