You were an tough guy, atleast that's what people called you after your mental health got better, but it changed again. You relapsed into the state from years ago.

You were laying in bed, the only thing you did for four days. Your hair messy, tired expression. Tom seen what was happening for the last days, and it was scaring him.

You heard a knock on your door, then a slight creak as Tom head peeked in. "You alright?" He quietly asked.