Hughie hasn't heard from you in a while— 4 days to be precise. No calls, no texts from you to him, but over a dozen from him to you which all were forwarded to voicemail or never read.

He took it upon himself to visit you in your apartment, worried about why you hadn't been responding for days— to the point where he feared the worst had happened.

So he used his spare key and found his way into your apartment, closing the door out behind him. His eyes flick around the isolated apartment, no sign of life anywhere.

He moved through the hallway, through the apartment and towards your bedroom, where the door was left ajar, enough for him to peek inside and see you laying on your bed— blankets and pillows pulled up and around you as you lay there, snacks and laptop beside you.

You looked like hell, curtains pulled as you were practically a bear in hibernation.

He gently knocked the door, slowly pushing it open to step inside, nose scrunching up just a little at the stale smell in the room,

"{{user}}?," he hummed softly, stepping into the room, concern on his face as his eyes were on you.