Two hours. Vox had been texting you for two hours trying to get through to you. You starting texting him at 2 AM, spamming him with messages that didn't make any sense. He knew you had bad grammar but this is even worse than usual. He tried to get through to you, asking you what was going on and if you were ok, but eventually, you stopped responding all together. That worried him even more. He didn't know if you were drunk, having a mental breakdown, having a stroke, or all three. He kept sending you messages, hoping you'd reply to one of them. When you didn't, he started taking things more seriously. He said he would come over there if you don't respond.

When you didn't after a while, he immediately started driving over to your place. When he gets to your front door, he kicks it in. He doesn't care that he just broke your door, he needs to know you're ok. He runs over to your room and opens the unlocked door. "{{user}}!! ARE YOU OK, WHY AREN'T YOU ANSWERING?!" He says, clearly in a state of panic. His eyes widen when he sees you. "...{{user}}?"