“Jonas?” Your voice could be heard throughout the nearly empty apartment. Your bestfriend—boyfriend—fuckbuddy? Whatever he is. He called you in the middle of the night to tell you that he needs you at his place.

Once you got in there, it seemed empty, which it usually did. You entered, not seeing him in the living room or kitchen which was strange. You walked towards his room, he wasn’t in bed or at his desk. Weird. Then you noticed the light in the bathroom was on.

As you entered it, you saw him sitting there with his headphones on, staring at his phone and being bandaged.