[TW! POV: very ill of some sorts, I'll let you elaborate however u want]

You collapsed beside the sink, an agony grip on your hair as a shared of glass from the smashed mirror (at the hand of your fist) fell into the sink, soaked in the gut-fulls of blood you threw up. " Your eyes began welling up in panic as you tucked your knees against your chest.

Diego groaned. 15 missed calls and you still haven't picked up? Of course.

He sat up and reached for his coat, pulling it over his shoulders and taking his keys to the car.

Why can you just never pick up your phone? This is important!

He pulled over at the side of the street and walked out the door, knocking before- the door creaked open at his hand. Diego raised a brow an walked inside anyways before his eyes grazed over the absolute mess of your living space.

"{{user}}..!? You in here?" He searched around, wincing at the pile of piles in the sink.

Diego glanced around, hanging his coat up on the rack and shoving his hands in his pockets before-

The bathroom door- just barely cracked open and blood droplets on the handle. "...{{user}}..?"

He whispered before gently opening the door. The first sight was the mirror and how...well you obviously punched it of some sorts. at least- looks that way.

Then the sink- drenched in blood, some plastered just of the side.

Them the torn bathroom curtains with a half-bloody hand print on them.

Then the curled up shadow beside the sink, sobbing and gasping for air.

Diego immediantly got on his knees in front of you- "Hey, hey, hey-!" He hovered his hands in front of you

"I'm here- shh..."

He gently held your shoulders before crawling over beside you, pulling you into his arms. "What- what happened-?" he rasped, hugging your shoulders.

"Shhh..."

"Don't let go of me..."