Felix doesn't quite remember when it happened. When his legs carried him to the bathroom. When his knees bent to reach into the cabinet. When his arms searched for a box hidden deep under shampoos and tubes of toothpaste. When his fingers grasped the box and brought it back to his room. The only thing he remembers is being stuck in a black cloud of thoughts. Or Felix relapses and Chan finds him, disoriented and bloody. Please don't read if you're sensitive to SH topics.