Elizona One-Shots

Chapter Twenty Three: Break Down

Trigger warning 

Disclaimer: In no way am I trying to romanticize mental illness. If you are struggling with something, please get help. <3

Eliza's pov
I enter the house and lock the door behind me. "Arizona? I'm home baby." I call out, setting my bag down on the counter. No answer. "Arizona?!" I call again, stating to get more anxious. She's always there to greet me. Where could she be? I rush upstairs and into our room, my heart racing. I'm hoping she feel asleep, but I have a bad feeling in my gut that I hate. I swing open the bathroom door to find her sitting on the tile floor with her back turned towards me. "Arizona?" I ask gently. She whips around and I gasp. Blood covers her wrist, a sharp knife in her hand. "Oh god!" I gasp as I rush to her. I sit down next to her and take away the knife, throwing it across the room as far away from us as possible. She takes one look at me and stars to sob. I grab some gauze from the first aid kit and gently but firmly press it against her wrist. The bleeding stops almost immediately. She won't need stitches. I bandage her cuts and wrap her tightly in my arms. "Never do that again, you hear me? I can't loose you. Talk to me. Why? Why did you do it? Please talk to me." I beg. "Today is the anniversary of my brother's death." She whispers. "Oh baby." Is all I can say. I hold her closer to me and just let her cry. After ten minutes, she falls asleep, exhausted from crying. I pick her up and carry her to bed. I tuck her in and lay next to her, holding her close. This has been a hard day for her. No wonder she had a breakdown. I'll always be there to see her through everything life throws our way. I love her so much.