𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗧𝘂𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗢𝗻𝗲

𑁍𝗦𝗮𝗺 𝗚𝗼𝗹𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗵~𝗕𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺𑁍

TW~Relapse, self harm, blood, pain, breakdown, injury.

Sam's POV

"Angel? Y/N?" I shout up to the stairs as I enter mine and Y/N's home. I had such a busy day of filming today with Colby and I just wanted to cuddle with the love if my life.

I was slightly worried about leaving Y/N today, as her mental health hasn't been doing that well lately. I was scared that she was going to relapse, so I made sure to get filming done as soon as I could.

After hearing no response from Y/N, I made my way up the stairs, only to hear faint sobs and sniffles coming from our bedroom or the en suite that was connected to it.

Oh god, Y/N, please say she hasn't relapsed.

I quickly run into our room, but saw nothing, only the bathroom light on.

"Y/N! Angel? Open the door please." I say to the locked door in front of me. I was met with her panicked cries and tge sound if metal clinking against the ground.

"N-no, Sam I'm f-fine!" She replied as more clatter was heard from the bathroom. My heart was breaking into pieces in front of me as I was consumed with guilt. I shouldn't of left her.

"Angel, listen to me, I know that you've harmed yourself again, but I promise you, I'm not mad, I just want to help you clean them." My voice was gentle as I reassured her and soon enough, the click of the bathroom door was heard and a teary eyed Y/N opened the door.

Blood coated her arms as I pulled her into a hug. "Oh angel, it's alright, I've got you." She wrapped her arms around my waist. I didn't care about the crimson blood that was soaking my clothes. My only priority at this moment was Y/N.

Y/N'S POV

I hugged Sam tight as I felt the dull ache in my arms from my abuse against my mental health.

"I'm so sorry Sam!" I cried as he kissed the top of my head slowly. "Don't apologise Y/N, I'm not angry. Just talk to me next time. I know that may feel like a whole other battle for you, and that's okay. Just know that I'm here." He whispered to me, and I nodded in response, resting my head on his chest.

"Y/N, you'll be okay. Lets go an clean these, then we can cuddle for a bit." He said, grabbing a hold of my hand and leading me back into the bathroom.

There was some blood on the floor and a crimson razor blade, but Sam didn't care, no, by the looks of it, he only cared about me. But why?

Sam then bent down a bit and picked me up by the backs of my thighs and placed me on the cold counter top.

He then went to grab the small first aid kit from the cabinet in the other side of the bathroom. Sam eventually returned back in front of me and stood in between my legs, then began unpacking the first aid kit, grabbing the sterile water, wipes and some gauze, plasters and bandages.

Sam looked at me for a while, before leaning forward and kissing my forehead. "I love you." He whispered, before grabbing my wrist gently and getting some sterile water. "I love you too." I replied, as he cleaned the cuts on my right wrist first.

I winced and bit back my sobs as it stung like hell. The ones on my wrists weren't bad, but I knew that my thighs would be worse. Sam then wrapped the gauze and bandages around my wrist before giving the same treatment to my left wrist which didn't hurt as bad. The cuts and slits were smaller so only a few plasters where required.

"You're doing great angel, do you wanna take a break for a bit?" Sam asked, his voice full of emotion  and care. I shook my head, wanting the whole situation to be over with. "Alright, you tell me when I need to stop, these ones look a bit deeper." He spoke as I nodded.

He done the same thing, putting sterile water over the cute, but I cried out in pain and grabbed Sam's hand, making him stop his movement immediately. "Sam that really stings!" I whimpered, my legs bouncing on the counter top as I try to distract myself from the pain. "I know, I know, I'll stop for a bit, just breathe for me Y/N." Sam spoke as he held my knees, his thumbs rubbing softly over the skin.

After a few minutes, I had calmed down enough for him to finishing cleaning and covering my cuts. The rest if the process wasn't that painful and Sam was really proud of me.

"Let's go to bed angel, it's nearly 11pm." He whispered as he picked me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, I then hid my head in the crook of his neck, smelling his cologne and instantly relaxing. His arms had a firm hold on the bottoms of my thighs, and then he carried us to our bedroom where we both got changed and then proceeded to get into bed.

Sam lay behind me as his arms and hands wrapped around my waist, drawing shapes on my stomach. Our legs were intertwined and I finally felt myself relaxing from the awful events that had occured today.

"Goodnight Y/N, I love you." Sam whispered as he kissed my cheek and slowly traced my semi colon tattoo on my shoulder blade.

"Goodnight Sam, I love you too." I replied, then slowly fell asleep to Sam softly humming my favourite song.