Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32701432-20170308181230/@comment-26854056-20170325221140

Leon practically sprang up from where he stood at the door way, a relieved grin spreading on his face as he carefully opened the door.

The smile quickly faded away.

Bloodstained water was splattered on the tiled walls, tinting them pink while overflowing onto the floor in waves. It looked like a fifth grader accidentally spilt a whole barrel of red food colouring into the bathtub. Some of it was already starting to clot while it was in the water. And Harvard, oh god Harvard, was bleeding his life out in the corner, his messy ombre hair splayed across his face as a sheen of sweat started to develop across his brow, probably from the strain of speaking while dying.

Leon covered his mouth, trying to stop himself from screaming as he backed away, the scene proving too much for him. Harvard couldn't have done this. It was his fault.

Without thinking, he quickly rushed over to his side, knocking down a small roll of gauze from the top shelf and he knelt text to the tub, trying to keep Harvard conscious.

''Harvard?! W-Why would you- I- N-No, stay awake. Harvard?! HARVARD?!''

Panic started to set in as he began to cry violently, trying to keep things under control as he heaved Harvard out of the bathtub, lying him onto the bath rug.