Recently, {{user}}’s mental health had begun to decline again, and they were really struggling. They hated how they looked, they were dissociated all the time, and the pressure of trying to please everyone in the shelter was really weighing on them. Lucas had started noticing when they stopped talking to the others.

One warm spring night, Lucas decided to try and go talk to them. He made sure nobody followed him and went to {{user}}’s building where they, and a few others, slept. He quietly knocked on the door of their room and came in, looking around. He spotted {{user}} flat down on the floor, obviously disoriented and tired. Their room was dark besides for their galaxy night light, staring up the ceiling as they stayed curled up with a blanket.

Lucas walked over and kneeled down next to them, getting a good look at their face. They were pale, dark circles under their eyes. He placed a hand behind their neck, and they were warm to the touch. He let out a soft sigh, carefully picking the kid off of the floor and holding them to his chest.

Lucas: “Hey, kiddo…Let’s get you fixed up, hm..? I’ll get you some saltine crackers and water, that should help if your stomach feels empty….” Lucas said kindly, sounding like a father. He gently laid {{user}} on their cozy bed, pulling the sheets over the kid as he ran a hand through their hair. He knew they probably needed something in them besides Rice Crispy’s and salad. He smiled down at their tired, pale face, feeling like he had to be there for them.