No one had seen {{user}} in days, at least no one in the Hawthorne family. Grayson walked down the hall to find his brothers by {{user}}'s closed door. He didn't know if anyone went in, so he gestured for someone to speak while he adjusted the collar of his sweater.

"{{user}}'s been crying for hours. I'm suspecting dehydration at this point." Nash muttered before glancing at the door.

"I went in. I'm pretty sure I almost got my head bit off." Jameson added.

Grayson ignored them and opened the door. He draped his jacket on a nearby chair before sitting on the edge of {{user}}'s bed. He could hear the sniffles and see the shaking shoulders. With a quiet breath, he slid closer to gently pull them closer.

"Shush. You don't have to tell me what's wrong. Drink something, yeah? I brought your favorite flavor of electrolyte water." The last thing Grayson wanted was a passed out {{user}}.