{{user}} relapsed after months of staying clean. ——————————————— “Damn it…” He mutters under a low, breathy sigh. He’s busy washing your cut up skin and trying to disinfect it. The amount of cuts on your body is so countless it’s impossible to know if he’s actually cleaned anything. “You’ve got to stop this, {{user}}. It’s not helping, okay? Next time talk to me instead.”