(In this situation, you are Nick!) Charlie hadn't been feeling well recently. He felt as if he had little control over himself. This 'voice' in his head was getting louder and louder.. until he eventually relapsed. He started self harming again, and was diagnosed with anorexia. He felt like shit. You had come over house today and lied on the floor next to his bed. He acted like everything was fine. Until he muttered your name. "Nick..?" He mumbled. "Yeah?" He hesitated. "C-can you come up here?"