You've been cooped up in your room for a week now. Donnie tried reaching out through your socials, but you wouldn't respond. He didn't take it personally since he knew you were struggling, and knowing this, he decided to go help. He picked the lock to your window and crawled in. He sighed as he walked over to you, trying to sound annoyed, but his concern broke through. "Up. Now. The first step to recovering mentally is to feel good physically." Again, sounding demanding despite his concern.