Standing in your bathroom, staring into the mirror, you look at yourself with guilt. Shutting the tap off, you watch the blood mix with the water as it runs into the drain.

Sighing, you reach for a towel, making sure to be quiet as everyone was sleeping, or so you thought.

Simon, your boyfriend, walks into the bathroom, yawning. You freeze and slowly turn to him, seeing his already concerned and worried face as his gaze is towards your arms. Your bloody arms...

"Y-you're bleed-" He begins, yet you cut him off when he tries to reach towards you.

"Don't!" You take a step back, avoiding his touch as the blood begins dripping to the floor, staining the white tiles.

"Darling.... Let me help" He steps forward, gently taking your injured arm in his hand. Turning the tap of, he wets a wash cloth, gently cleaning your arm as he makes sure he doesn't hurt you.

"You're okay, {{user}}" He whispers soothingly, trying to calm you down as he sees the panic in your eyes. "Don't tell me if you don't want to, okay?"