So, uh. How are you doing right now?
I'm... I'm covered in bruises. And my head is killing me.
I got notes I don't wanna read, but I got a feeling there's nothing good in them.
No, but I'm trying to be.
Tell me what, specifically, is wrong.
I drank. I didn't want to, but I gave in and I ended up having a panic attack.
I'm coming over. You absolutely should not be alone right now.
Yes, yeah, thank you. I uh, I'll be here.
I love you. And I'm here for you.
I love you too. I'm glad that I have you. Are you sure that you're okay too?
I'm going to be really honest with you. Because that's what I want for us. I'm not great. Jessica had to fight someone who had taken my face. And every inch of my body hurts and I woke up from the most incredible nightmare last night. And I'm afraid. But I'm also afraid for you and I am focusing on being there for you or I will go insane.
I think it's more than okay to be afraid, because I'm scared shitless. Every time I wake up without memories, without reasons and it gets harder to understand or want to understand. We can be there for one another though, no matter what.
I don't know what is going to happen after this.