Depressive episodes were common for you; sudden spirals of major depression that would last for weeks.

Jake knew this all too well, he had seen it in some of his previous relationships. It never ended well, resulting in failed psych evals.

"Quinn," Jake called as he knocked on your door, opening it after no response.

Your room was a mess, and so were you. You jolted awake from your nap, but made no attempt at getting out of bed.

"God damn.." He murmured, "What's going on with you?"