John was aware of your self-harm struggles, trying to help the best he could with how little he saw you. You promised you would try to stay clean. But, unknowingly to him, you started slipping again.

That’s how you ended up here, on cold the bathroom floor, sitting in silence as John tenderly cleaned & bandaged your self-inflictions.

He brought your wrists up to his lips, giving them both a peck. “It’s okay; we all fall sometimes.” He whispers, “but I’ll always be there to pick you back up.”