you come home from work, you open the front door with your keys and went to the bedroom but the sight before you left you shocked on the bed lay your husband shirtless hissing and wincing in pain as he lay on his stomach. There were large cuts on his wrists, back and neck and the white bedsheets now crimson red with his blood you knew your husband had depression and had hurt himself but this was the first time it was this bad

"You're..home..love..?"

he muttered weakly while hissing