Depression/ anxiety one shots

Oh my love (sh⚠️)

"Hey babe I'm home!" I shouted as I closed the front door.

Where was he? He's usually in the living room watching something on tv when I get back. I walked down the hall calling his name.

"Zach!" I called to him in a sing song voice .

He didn't answer me and when I got to our room I then saw that the bathroom door was closed and the light was on.

I knocked. " You okay in there? I was calling you." I said.

No answer.

" Baby , please just answer me, whatever is going on you can tell me." I said worried.

Still no answer.

I reached above the door and grabbed the key, unlocking the door. What I saw was my boyfriend laying past out on the floor , his t-shirt covered in blood.

" Omg, omg, baby , wake up!" I said freaking out as I dropped to my knees and shook him.

I went to pull out my phone to call 911 when he came to. He realized that his head was in my lap and instantly broke down.

" Hey, hey, it's okay baby, it's okay. Do you think you can get up ? We gotta get you to a hospital." I said soothingly.

" No, no hospitals." He cried out. " I'm fine, the sight of it all just made me pass out , that's all."

" Okay, let me see if that's the case and it can be managed here and not a hospital. Can I lift your shirt up to see baby?" I asked and he nodded.

I lifted up his shirt and his whole stomach was covered in blood. He was still bleeding a bit so I got up and grabbed a towel from the cabinet. I dampened it and gently began wiping blood off of him. This gave me more clarity of where his wounds were. There were a couple gashes that definitely needed stitches , but the rest of the cuts were shallow enough to be fixed with bandages and time.

I held the towel on his cuts until they stopped bleeding and sat behind him , him laying back on my lap.

" Okay baby, so a couple of those need stitches, so we need to go to the hospital." I said as gently as I could.

" Please no, I can't handle more stress, I just can't . Can you please just do them yourself ?" He asked.

I'm a nurse and I do stitches all the time , but I still wanted him to go to the hospital because I was honestly just really scared and worried and I thought they could help more than I knew how to.

" How about I do them for you at the hospital?" I offered.

" No, please don't make me go. I can't handle it." He pleaded.

" Okay , okay, I don't want to make this any harder for you. I'll do them here, it's gonna hurt more though , I don't have anything to numb you with." I said.

" That's okay." He said.

" Okay." I said. " I'll be right back and I'm taking this." I said picking up his knife and going to get my supplies.

He was sitting up when I came back.

" Alright baby, I'm going to need you to actually lay back down for me, okay." I said and he followed my instructions. 

" Now I'm going to clean your cuts." I said , walking him through everything I was doing.

"All clean, and everything I have is sterile , so are you ready?" I asked grabbing his hand and squeezing it.

" Yes." He said squeezing mine back .

I stitched him up as efficiently as I could and when I was done I noticed he was crying again. He sat up and I pulled him into my chest.

" Oh baby, I'm so sorry, I know that hurt." I said.

" No, I mean yeah , but no. That's not why I'm crying , I'm crying because I can't believe I did this to you. You don't deserve this, you deserve so much better." He said.

I kissed him. " Don't think that way baby okay. I love you, and of course I'm sad that you are hurting so much, but it's never you making me sad. Let's get the rest of the cuts taken care of and then we can talk some more okay love."

" Okay." He said . 

I took care of the rest of his cuts and helped him to the bed. I sat him up against a bunch of pillows and grabbed him a glass of water.

" Here baby, drink some water." I said passing it to him and he obliged.

I sat down across from him cross legged.

" Are you in a place to talk about this right now?" I asked.

" Um, honestly not really. My head is just in jumbles and I'm kinda in shock still." He said .

" Okay, that's okay. I can give you some processing time. Is there anything I can do to help with that?" I asked.

" Just one thing. Are you mad?" He asked .

" At you? Never , absolutely not. I could never be mad at you for this. It hurts to see you hurting so badly, but it's not your fault, so why would I ever be upset with you?" I asked.

" Well people have been mad before so I just , I had to know." He said.

" Well I will never be one of those people ." I said scooting closer to him and wrapping my arms around him, careful not to hit his wounds.

" I love you so much." He said tilting my face up to kiss me.

" I love you too." I said. " Don't do that again okay , you're so important to me."

"I'll try not to." He said squeezing me tighter in a hug.

" Thank you." I said and I rested my head on his shoulder .