Tears streamed down your face, and your hands shook as they scrolled through your contacts, looking for a familiar name.

It was late at night, but you had to call him. The phone rang one time before he picked up with a sleepy tone, "{{user}}? What’s wrong, are you okay?" His voice sounded concerned.

You shook your head as if he was there to see you. “I- I relapsed…” There was a moment of silence, and your head dropped to your chest…

“I’m on my way,” and with that, the call ended.