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"𝐈'𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞..." [3]

Warnings: Mentions of puking, harming one's self (SH), poor mental health. Angst and Fluff.

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Y/n, where's H/n?" One of Y/n's friends asked during lunch, Y/n only looked up at her and shrugged, "I don't know either, I haven't seen him all day. Actually, I've barely seen him all week." She said as she took one last bite of her food until she was finished eating. She started to pack her stuff, shoving her water bottle in her bag and her other things too.

"I'll go check on him." She smiled at the others before she grabbed her bag and left to look for her best friend. She immediately thought he was in his dorm, either playing games or sleeping. But for some reason, Y/n had a weird gut feeling in the pit of her stomach that told her H/n wasn't doing well.

She was right to worry since H/n has barely even spent his days outside of his private dorm room, which made his friends, mostly Y/n, who was his best friend, worried.

He hasn't been going to class that often anymore and he's barely seen at lunch. During the times Y/n would see him anywhere, he'd always have dark circles under his eyes and his h/e/c orbs were as empty as the void.

As Y/n got to his door, she hesitated for a second to knock since she still had that gut feeling in her stomach, but she knocked anyway, thought to no reply.

She tried to opened the door, but it was locked. She tried to knock again, "H/n? Are you in there? It's me, Y/n!" She said with a slight raised voice, hoping he was inside the room.

Still nothing.

"H/n, I'm not leaving until I know you're okay…" Y/n once again shouted as she stopped knocking at the door and just glared daggers at it.

Her eyes glistened with hope and worry when she heard someone wince on the other side of the door, making small noises like footsteps that sounded like they were clumsily moving around the room.

"H-H/n...?" She said again, debating whether he heard her or not because of how soft and quiet her voice was when she spoke. But once again, there was nothing.

She gently knocked on the door again before a familiar spoke from the other side of the door, "I'm fine, Y/n… just please leave me alone." Y/n noticed that his voice was hoarse and deep, which wasn't unusual, coming from H/n, but it was deeper than normal and his voice wasn't that hoarse.

"I don't believe you, you sound…sick." She said again as she tried to open the door again, "H/n, let me in, please." She begged as she knocked on the door again. That unusual noise came back, that aberrant rustling and stumbling.

"I'm fine…" He said again as he tried to choke down a cough to no avail. Y/n still wasn't convinced and she stood her ground. She childishly stomped her foot on the floor, "I know you're lying!"

H/n audibly sighed and he unlocked the door, as soon as Y/n heard the click she hurriedly opened the door and walked inside, only to see H/n's incredibly sick figure.

He was still in his sleepwear that was soaked and stained with sweat that still slowly trickled down his body, his eyes were empty, eyelids tired and sleepy, and his floor was stained with a few drops of a dark red liquid.

One of his sleeves were rolled up and there were fresh scars that were bleeding. Some scars were old and fading away, some were just healing, and some were fresh and bleeding. Y/n immediately thought that they were SH, self harm, scars due to the way they were all scarred straight and they were also very close to each other.

"H/n…?" Whispered Y/n as she stepped closer to H/n, only for him to step back. She looked at his bed that was a complete mess, then to his hands that were also covered in some of his blood probably from the SH scars.