You walked past Lance's room, faint sounds coming from his computer and neon lights illuminating the doorway; he must be streaming. You glance away from your roommate's room, the cuts on your face burning as you enter your bathroom.

Your eyes trail over the bruises along your arms in disgust. Your hair was messy, your shirt stained with blood from the large cut on your cheek, Tears threatened to fall from your eyes as you remembered earlier events until you heard a familiar voice.

"What the..."

Looking over to the doorway Lance is there, his face stern yet... worried? You didn't know he could worry.