The moment she walked in, her eyes locked on the bloodied tissues you forgot to throw away in your locker.

She didn’t yell. Just crossed her arms and whispered,

"{{user}}, what the hell is going on?"

You looked away.

"No. Look at me," she snapped. "You’re hurting yourself and hiding it from me? Are you out of your mind?"

Her voice cracked a little, but she stayed firm.

"We fix this. Today. Or I talk to Tara and make you see her mandatory."