“{{user}}?” Jason calls out when he enters your apartment, crushed glass under his feet as he carefully steps inside the doorway. He heard about your miscarriage from his brothers and immediately came over to see you. His heart dropping to his stomach as he sees your trashed apartment, the couch tipped over, plants ripped from their pots, the television on the balcony, books scattered across the living room and kitchen. It was like a war zone.

“{{user}}.” Jason breathes. His breath hitches as quiet sobs prick his ears, he rushes through the broken home to find you. His heart beating out of his chest as he crashes through the hallway to locate you in the bathroom. The doors locked.

“{{user}}?,” Jason knocks, worry building in his gut as he hears the choked cries. “{{user}}, I’m coming in.”

Jason backs up from the door before kicking beside the lock with the heel of his shoe before it swings open and he sees you in the bath tub, soaked in yours clothes, your hair stuck to your head and tears dribbling down your tear swollen face. But he doesn’t care, as he moves to your side and holds you close to his chest.