She was still curled up on the bathroom floor, the only difference being now she actually looked dead and there were two pools of blood around each of her wrists. "Door's open." Her voice was small and weak, barely above a whisper.
Rio slipped in, closing the door behind him. "Fiona?" he looked around, seeing that the bathroom door was open down the hall. Padding up to it he took a step back in almost shock. Next thing he knew he was at her side opening a container of seawater that he always had on him. "Fiona are you ok? Why would you do this?!" His voice was quiet, and worried.
"I'm fine. Just coping since I haven't moved in 24 hours and my pills are on the counter." Her voice was still weak and she hadn't moved, just staring at the cabinet under the sink with a far off look.
Rio quickly grabbed her pills, "Do you need to take these? If so how many?" he asked quickly, forcing himself to stay calm. "I have healing powers, will you let me heal your cuts?" he asked softly.
She snapped her wrists to her chest, shaking her head. "My failures don't need to be anyone else's problem." She sighed quietly, deflating. "Three pills. The normal dosage is two but I'm just not feeling it today."
Rio nodded, helping her sit up against the wall to take them. He carefully got up, pulling gauze from her cupboard. "Will you at least let me bandage them?" he asked gently.
She hesitated for a moment, thinking it over before slowly letting her wrists fall into her lap. "Okay…"
Rio sighed carefully grabbing a cloth to qipe away the excess blood. Then he wrapped a layer of gauze around the wound, trying it off snugly. Then he did the same for the other. "As .uch as you might hate me, believe me when I say you honestly scared me."
"Why? Because I looked like I was dead?" Her voice was still quiet and weak, her eyes red and puffy from a night of crying. "Not surprised, a lot of people would've just seen it and run."
"Because you almost were" said Rio firmly, "not because you looked like it, but because you almost were."
"I would've been fine. I know my limits." She realized how strange it was to say that. How strange it was to know exactly how many cuts would land her in the hospital.
"What would've happened if I hadn't come to check on you?" Asked Rio quietly, relizing what he could've found had he not arrived when he did.
"I would've stayed here on the floor until I found the strength or motivation to move, which would've taken probably until lunch. Then I'd get up and eat and then return to the floor and lay here until I either bled out or fell asleep."
Rio looked at her, stunned. "I don't know whether to laugh or tell you off…." he said quietly.
She shrugged slightly. "Do both, I don't care. Not like it won't be anything I haven't heard a thousand times before."
Rio carefully put an arm around her, "Why are you doing this…." he asked, "It doesn't make sense…"
"It makes perfect sense. It's a coping mechanism that's destructive of my skin but constructive of my mental state. And even if it's destructive of both, it keeps the depression at bay when the pills won't or can't." She shrugged again.
Rio sighed, his head felt fuzzy and his skin was dry again, "If it helps you in the long run I won't stop you… but please… don't let yourself bleed out on the floor…"
"No promises. Sometimes it feels like bleeding out is the only thing that can stop the pain. Although I'm sure my therapist would say otherwise."
"Surely there are other things" said Rio gently, "Something a little less dangerous….."
She laughed but it was hollow and empty. "Yeah, sure, right. Like my suicidal mindset would allow for an actual healthy way to manage my depression."
"There are other ways just as unhealthy and a lot less life threatening." said Rio. "Like weapons training."
"Yeah, as a demigoddess of light, that's not exactly my thing. Fire training, on the other hand, definitely."
"Ever tried it against a water elemental?" asked Rio, flicking a little water around his fingers. "You're not the only demigod around"
"I have, in fact. My brother is a water elemental." Her entire aura dropped and her slight smile that she'd managed to gain dropped. "Sorry, sorry, was. I keep forgetting that."
Rio's face softened, "I take it something happened?" he asked carefully, "You don't have to answer that…"
"No no, it's fine." She waved his concern off. "He…He died. In an accident when I was younger. Car accident. Died on impact." She could feel herself getting choked up, tears filling her eyes. She missed her brother so much it hurt. Even just talking about him made her heart hurt.
Rio's breath caught, instinctively he pulled her into a hug. "I'm sorry….. I shouldn't have asked…"
She forced her tears back but some leaked out. She wiped them away quickly although it hurt to do seeing as she was severely weakened from laying on the floor slowly bleeding out.
Rio wrapped his arms around her, "hey… if it were my brother I'd be crying too…."