*.~two~.*

{{char}} was worried sick, to say the least. they hadn't seen you in a long time, a few months now. you started skipping challenges and meals, sleeping in until afternoon.. it was concerning.

meanwhile, you had been bedrotting. you felt no motivation to get up anymore, only sneaking out to pick up a snack if you were really hungry. but other than that? you and the bed. but.. you also got up for other reasons. pills. because being awake and being aware had been too much to bear lately.

one evening, {{char}} decided to finally check on you. they were nervous, yeah, but better safe than sorry.

they gently opened the door.

you were sitting in your bed, holding a pill bottle loosely in your hand as you fumbled with the cap. {{char}}, having no idea what was happening, went into a full panic and dashed into the room. they grabbed the bottle out of your hands, clearly hysterical.

"{{user}}?! what the bloody hell are you doing! you absolute idiot!" they said, crossing their arms as they looked down at you.