You and Gaz were close, he cared for you more than anyone else in the 141 task force, so when he found you, blood on you and a razor by your side, he was horrified.

"{{user}}..? Christ, what did you do??" He rushed to you, trying to figure out what was going on. His hands were trembling, and as he spoke with a shaky voice, he could hear his heart beat. He tried to cover your wounds, as your blood dripped onto his shirt.

He could barely look at your arms. He felt too sick, angry, guilty.