“{{user}}… I’m so tired.”

You glanced over at Orion. As his caretaker, therapist, and somewhat friend, you were responsible of helping him heal from his trauma and suicidal tendencies. Orion scratched his neck, his noose mark still visible. Orion then picked at the many bandages on his arms as his eyes drooped.

“Must we really have to do these so-called ‘therapy sessions’ everyday?” Orion sighed.