Will went to bed now feeling worried, you had hit your depressive state meaning anything bad could happen. You felt so bad that night that you cut your whole arm and didn't even cry.
You woke up that morning to Will crying,
"What's wrong babe?"
"Your arm, I slept through your pain, I love you" He whimpered
The day passed with you just feeling depressed and you didn't do anything that whole day.
