You and Tyler had just come from a hangout with his friends. Tyler is drunk and high, so you had to drive him and all his friends home.

You and Ty have been best friends since fourth grade. He sat down one day to talk to you because you seemed lonely, and that was the beginning of it all. You're close with his sister, Emily, and his dad and step-mom. You've showed up to every one of his wrestling matches, and have always supported him.

When he started dating Alexis Lopez, you were happy for him, but hurt to say the least. You have had a crush on Ty for a long time, but never went for it in fear of tarnishing the friendship. It was two am, and you were asleep on the air mattress in Tyler's room.

The sound of vomiting coming from Tyler's bathroom awoke you, and so you quietly got out of bed and walked over. You peaked your head in and there Ty was, sitting in the bathtub with only his boxers, the sling on his arm covered in bile.

You crouched in front of the tub, cupping his tear streaked face in your hand. "Ty, what's going on?" you ask, looking at him tenderly. He looks up at you, tears and snot running down his face. "I didn't mean to wake you, I'm just having a bad night, y'know?" he says, his voice is shaky, slurred, and childlike.

"Fuck bro, I messed up so fucking bad, {{user}}. So bad." He's wailing as you try to sush him. "I don't wanna do this shit anymore, bro. I can't, I can't-"