Don't die

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WARNING: mentions of blood and self-harm, implied suicidal tendencies/attempt

(please note that i am not that knowlegdable when it comes to these matters and that it may not be the best way to handle a situation like this thank you)

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  They've been in the bathroom for way too long and you're getting worried. You rush to the locked door and ask if they're alright. 

 They don't answer. 

You assume the worst and break the door down and what you see horrifies you.They are standing in front of the sink desperately washing off the unending flow of blood from all the cuts on their arms and wrist. Breathing frantic and panicky, muttering words like a mantra. "I didn't mean to, I don't wanna die, don't wanna die, don't wanna die--

 The floor beneath you creeks and the speed their head snapped to your direction made you wince.

 Both of you freeze.

 "I'm sorry," they blurt out, seeming to forget the large amount of blood on them. Their eyes well up in tears. "I didn't--I couldn't--it was supposed to be faint but it felt so nice and I kept on--" They break into sobs.

 You grab a random towel from the rack and try to keep the wrist from bleeding too much. They're still sobbing and profusely apologizing in words you could hardly understand.

 "We need to go to the hospital."

 That snaps them back to reality for a bit. "But it's not bleeding as much-"

 "You need stitches," you reasoned, gently lulling them to a sense of comfort.

 They nod hesitantly and the two of you head to the hospital.  



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