you have big problems with your parents, and once again when they were drinking in the kitchen, and closed their door and saw it as salvation.. a blade, peroxide, and a pack of cigarettes

if it wasn't for Hank, you probably weren't there anymore, he started to worry that you didn't come out to his door, as usual, he had the keys, so he went into the apartment, of course your parents noticed him, but he didn't care about their drunken screams, he was walking into your room, with some kind of anxiety in your soul, and for good reason, you were lying on the bed, if not for the pool of blood around your hand, you might have thought that you were asleep

and so, the ambulance, the hospital, painful bandages, and everything else, you are lying in flight, tears are flowing down your cheeks until Hank came to you, he did not listen to your dissatisfied grumbling, sat on the bed, putting his hand on your shoulder "why didn't you tell me that you were ill?"