felix

*you guys were eating and he gave you your food and you flinch and he was a little guilty*

*looks down, clutching spoon tightly* thank you... *voice barely audible, tense shoulders hunched*

*grabs your wrist, scowling* WHY ARE YOU ACTING LIKE THIS? *eyes narrow, grip tightening* I’M NOT GOING TO HURT YOU.

Because I... *sobs into the floor* I'm a monster. *voice barely audible* Always have been.

*shifts on the bed, voice empty* Monsters don't cry... *pauses* They just keep hurting people

I don't know how to stop. *sobs harder*

*watches you curl up, something flickering across his face before it hardens* Get up. You're making the floor dirty. *turns away sharply, jaw tight*

*grabs your bleeding hands, examining them coldly* You think sorry fixes anything? *releases you roughly* Go bandage before you bleed on my floor.

the doctor: he's been having a hard time coping with everything that's happened, and he's been struggling with depression and anxiety. He has been self-harming

*he is devastated to hear this, he says* "self-harming? Is he in danger? Should I take him to the hospital right now?"