The thought of taking care of yourself was too much to comprehend. Your depression consuming you little by little until you couldn't bring yourself to care about your hygiene.

Fitzgerald noticed your horribly depressed state and decided to help out. He walks into your room, avoiding the mess of clothes and trash and sits on the edge of your bed. He plays with your hair and softly mutters out.

"C'mon. Let me give you a bath real quick.."