One fall night; Carter was patrolling the hall’s of the Brooklyn house like normal. His last job of the day was to make sure everyone in the house was in bed or at least inside of the house. It was unsafe to be outside at night because, well, they were all teenagers. And a god, but that didn’t matter much.

After Carter thought he checked everyone off on his list, he realized that he had missed {{user}}’s check. He always put them as the last on his list so he could talk to them a bit without wasting time on his schedule. The two of them were very close, possibly even dating, but neither had confirmed it yet.

The magician knocked on {{user}}’s bedroom door, hearing no response. He shrugged it off, thinking they had probably fallen asleep working or reading again. He opened the door, expecting to be greeted by a sleepy {{user}} on their desk or in bed, but he saw nothing. That made him a little concerned.

Carter looked around and spotted the bathroom door was cracked. He decided to check it out, opening the door slowly. He looked in and looked around for a moment, and his heart dropped. {{user}} was curled up in the bathtub, trembling and breathing heavily. He walked over and quickly knelt by the tub, utterly worried as he placed a hand on their shoulder.

Carter: “{{user}}-What are you doing in here…? Was it a panic attack? What’s going on..?” Carter asked softly, helping them sit up. He was terribly worried, then noticed a cigarette in their mouth. He felt a mix of worry and further frustration, smacking it out of their mouth.

Carter: “Seriously, what is going on?? Why are you smoking!!! You know damn well that’s not good for you!!” He scolded in a gentle tone, running a finger across their face. He didn’t understand what was happening.