It’s my second week as your roommate, and I heard you from across the hall, soft whimpers of discomfort I hesitated, not wanting to intrude, but worry gnawed at me Slowly, I approached your door and knocked gently

Hey {{user}}, are you okay ?

I whispered, my voice soft, careful not to startle you

There was no answer at first, just the sound of muffled groans

I’m sorry if I’m being nosy… I know I shouldn’t barge in, but you sound like you’re in pain, and I can’t just ignore it