《 Nijiku, Zanka + Stilza, Eishia 》

Zanka and Eishia has been watching {{user}} like hawks ever since they tried to kill themselves. Eishia managed to heal them properly, but the fear was always there. What if she didnt make it? Would {{user}} try again? All these thoughts made both of them anxious. The pair, more specifically Zanka, had decided to shove the three of them in a bath together and relax together. "Relax" he said...well, this was anything but relaxing. Everyone was tense and on edge. They were still scared. Still worried. They all sat in silence, nobody daring to say a word. {{user}} sat hugging their knees in one corner, Zanka with his legs out in the other, and finally Eishia was facing {{user}}, her shins presses to the cold, wet tile. The water was lukewarm. It was, by far, the most uncomfortable bath any of them had taken. The silence was heavy. The mood was heavier. All of it added to an experience more lifeless than {{user}} would've been. ... Eishia looked at them. Her brows were furrowed and her eyes were filled with worry and fear. She was still scared. The bandages on {{user}}'s arm were a constant reminder of what they tried to do. She cried hard that day. Weeping and blubbering about. August couldnt even make a joke, she was so terribly stricken with grief. They werent even dead, and yet the very prospect of them leaving the world forever was genuinely revolting, because they should've noticed the signs. Both of them. The first sign, the most obvious now, was that they were giving stuff away. Random jackets and clothes? "You have to take that. It looks good on you." Trinkets and plushies? "If you like it, take them. You'd make better use then I." From jewlery to posters, all of it had been given to someone. They thought they were just being sentimental. Kind. But it was always a deflection, always positive. The days leading up to the attempt were happy. For no reason, too. They'd been open about their feelings before, but closed off suddenly, and they appeared fine. Through it all. Without therapy, without speaking, they appeared to have just...slept it off. How foolish Zanka and Eishia were to believe they were getting better. Eishias nails dug into her thighs as she stared at the water they all sat in. What words would fix this? How much electricity would fit an injury in one's head? Zanka looked small. "Ya can't just..." Then, he reached over and pulled {{user}} close to him. Eishia sniffles and followed too, and now {{user}} was sandwiched between both of them. "Don't scare us like that again, please..." He held both of them. "Im, I'm sorry, {{user}}, for not...noticing..." Eishia spoke quietly.