Frank

Leo started to essentially freak out after he was texting Jason, who I guessed was pissed off with him.

Because we haven't come out yet. I guess they saw us, and it's not a big deal, Jason just kind of went nuts on Leo about it and so he's freaking out.

Doing what I could, I held him and just helped him calm down because this wasn't the end of the world. Jason overreacted. He'll get over it.

He has to.

Nico

Bianca was escorted back to the underworld by Hazel, according to a report I got from Thanatos. So that didn't last long. But now Frank and Leo we're a thing now, so that's a thing.

But it was almost Christmas. It was actually my last day of classes before our break and I had a night class so Percy was home before I was, which was normal on Fridays.

What wasn't normal, though, was that I could hear sniffling coming from the living room.

Worried for my fiance's wellbeing, I headed to the living room and found him on the couch, facing in and I could smell the blood.

There was a knife on the ground, a kitchen knife, and it was covered in blood. There was a stain on the carpet. Something told me that it was his blood and that this wasn't an accident.

"Oh my gods, Percy, I..." For a few seconds, I couldn't do anything because I was hit with a wave of shock. I ran over to him and kneeled down, turning him over. "What happened?"

He ripped away from my touch, tears washing away his soul. His eyes showed no sign in life, even though his heart continued to beat. Blood ran down his arms, the metallic smell that made me sick to my stomach for no reason other than what it means. He was in so much pain, none of which I could see until now.

I ran faster than should be possible to get our first aid kit and when I got back and he was still there, it was fight for me to even be able to clean his arm.

Percy looked at me like I was a monster for trying to help him.

That killed me. When he gave me that look and when I came to realize what I just stopped.

My fiance tried to kill himself while I was in class.

He begged for me to not do anything. He fought tooth and nail as much as he could manage with being injured for me not to help him.

And I mean, he was serious about this. This wasn't him getting bored and being depressed and saying I have nothing better to do.

Percy had really fucked himself up by now, and he wanted to kill himself and he didn't care how.

He grabbed and bottle of pills, I'm not sure what and he did it fast, but he didn't get them. I slapped them out of his hand

I was trying to keep him from overdosing. And it worked, he didn't get a single pull out of it.

But then he looks at me and it was like I was a monster because how dare I stop him from killing himself, right? To him, that's not how this works. To him, he kills himself and I be okay with it because he wanted to do that.

I went off on a tangent after a moment of just being terrified of myself because I inflicted that on him and that makes me a really shitty person. I apologized more times than I can count and he tensed up like you wouldn't believe when I touched him, but it allowed me to wrap him up and stop the bleeding.

He fell asleep shortly after, I didn't. I didn't sleep that night, I was too fucking afraid that he was going to get up when I was asleep and slit his throat.

I called my dad in tears because I was terrified, I didn't know how to handle this, especially after he seemed pretty fucking terrified of me.

Percy's been through abuse before and I didn't want him to think that that's what this was. I'm happy with him, I was trying to keep him alive.

But I mean, I didn't have the slightest clue that he was suicidal. His depression would flare every so often, sure. But not...

Not to that extreme, you know?

I think he left our room probably twice, maybe three times the next day. He didn't really say anything, he didn't seem like he afraid of me.

That night I was in our room with him, but I uh... I didn't sleep again. I was still worried and because of that I couldn't sleep.

Percy

He didn't sleep, and after his third night without sleep, it become very noticable and concerning.

Shit happened, okay? It's better sooner than later. But I got fired from my job and my dad was being real shitty when he responded for the RSVP for the wedding because I guess he doesn't like Nico and it got to me and I had a meltdown.

It's not the first time. It's a first in a while, yeah. It's been a few years. But the fact that my dad really stopped giving a shit about me kind of hit me really hard and he doesn't like my fiance being my fiance and now I was fired from my job as a fucking intern because I can't read shit and I felt dumb and like I didn't matter to anyone anymore.

So I tried to kill myself. And then Nico came home and I didn't know what to do because I wanted to kill myself but I knew he didn't want me to do that and I resisted him helping me and then I tried to overdose and he was right to get it away from me. It's not like he slapped me or actually hurt me. I mean, he slapped the bottle. But again, rightfully so. I was fucked up.

But in the moment, I wasn't sure if he hit me or what really happened, and I was so out of it and it scared me because I know Nico's not abusive, but I grew up with that and it's just hardwired like that, I guess.

And now he's not sleeping.

It was after we ate dinner, and like I wasn't talking much, I was still feeling really shitty and I didn't want him to worry more just by me saying something shitty about myself. So I kept my mouth shut, but I was kind of touchy now, whereas that first day I was so out of it, I don't even remember if he was home or if he had a Saturday session.

We were up in our room, Nico had just dried off from taking a shower. And he looked dead ass tired, I'm surprised he made it this long.

I slightly tugged on the bottom of his shirt, and he came over to the bed, which is where I was. I pulled him into a hug, he sat in between my legs, a little cautious.

"You need to sleep," I told my fiance, my head on his shoulder. I got a message from Hades today, asking if I was okay. He said Nico called the other night, he was in tears he was so worried about me and us because he was worried I'd think he was going to suddenly be abusive. "It's been three days since you've slept, Nico. You're starting to worry my."

"I know I haven't... You uh..."

"I'm going to be fine, babe." I promised, squeezing tighter for a moment. "I had a shitty day, I had a meltdown, I tried to kill myself. I'm not Suicidal anymore, though, I'm not going to kill myself in the middle of the night. I still feel really shitty, that's going to take a while to to away. But you need sleep and it'll probably be better for me if you're sleeping next to me."

"The bottle—"

"Nico, I was ten miles out of my fucking mind when that happened." I insisted, knowing he still felt bad about him not being home when I first started to have my meltdown. "Medications can be refilled or bought again and had you not gotten it away from me, I might've not made it through the night, okay? You saved me, Nico, and saviors need sleep."

Slowly, he nodded his head and we crawled into bed. He was kind of like a backpack when he was the big spoon. It's comfy, though.

He was out like the gay man he is as soon as his head but that pillow.