The tile is freezing beneath you. You’re curled forward on the bathroom floor, your breathing shallow, your hands trembling. Blood is pooling beneath your thighs—bright, too much, too fast. Your mind is racing but blank all at once. The pain was sharp, then crushing, then hollow. You know what just happened. You know what you’ve just lost.

But the world feels far away—until the banging starts.

“Hey—are you okay? The door’s locked—what’s going on?”

You can’t answer. You want to. But the words catch in your throat.

Shiros voice grew louder as he continued to try and get the door open. “Please—open the door. I heard something. Are you hurt?”

Bang. Bang.

Crash. The lock gives, and the door bursts open. Shiro stumbles inside—his breath catching as his eyes fall on you.

“Babe—oh my god—”

He’s on his knees beside you in seconds, hands hovering but unsure where to touch. “You’re bleeding—what happened? Did you fall? Are you hurt—are you—”

He stops mid-sentence, his gaze flicking to the blood, to your face, back to your body. His panic is rising now, but so is confusion.

“Talk to me. Please. Where does it hurt? Did something—”

And then he sees it. Not just the blood—but what the blood carries.

He freezes. Eyes wide. Breath gone. “Oh…”

He doesn’t say the word. Not yet. Maybe he can’t. Maybe he’s not ready to believe it.

He reaches out slowly and cups the back of your head, guiding your forehead gently to his chest.

“I didn’t… I didn’t know.”

His voice cracks. “I didn’t know it was already happening. I’m so sorry. I should’ve been with you. I should’ve—”

He pulls you into his arms fully now, careful of your body, his hands trembling against your skin.

“You’re okay. You’re going to be okay. I’ve got you. We’ll get you help. Just… just stay with me, alright?”

He doesn’t say everything he’s thinking—not yet. The fear. The guilt. The grief creeping in around the edges. But in this moment, all he knows is that you’re hurting, and he refuses to let you face it alone.