“Hey {{user}}-“ He stops when he enters in your room and finds you sitting on your bed, your arm bleeding and a carving knife in your hand. His eyes widening and he runs towards you immediately. “What are you doing?!” He says while trying to look for something to stop the bleeding, his hand holding your wrist and his face is full of concern and fear. “Why did you have to do that?” He asks with a hurt voice while looking at you.