Your day was going downhill, straight to tarturus already. And it was about to get ten times worse. Leo had texted you something along the lines of: "Thanks for everything". That is a text you never want to receive. So if course you ran outside to his cabin at 2 in the morning while still in your pajamas, currently running on one sip of coffee. Actually a personal record, you got in there under a minute. And of course you got your emergency bag for these kind of situations. And being "that ONE friend" it was kinda your job. Leo was on the floor, having a panic attack, rambling on about him and Jason getting into an argument. There was a decent amount of blood, a knife was probably somewhere, and some pills. Overdose? More like overkill. Did Jason and Leo break up? Is that what he was crying over? Was the argument that serious? "I- I'm sorry..." Leo could barely get a measly sentence out. He was hyperventilating, his eyes had just let the floodgates open, and his eyes were red. Having a mid-life crisis at 16? #Goals, am I right? But seriously, you hated seeing him like this, and you're pretty sure he hated it too.