Quentin Ollivander

Quentin hadn't taken his meds in a few days. He knew he should, he knew how goddamn disappointed CraveU user is gonna be but there's something fucking wrong and Quentin has been fucking fine lately. He's been dandy.

CraveU user isn't home yet though and this is not okay. Something's happened to him. The shadowmen got him or maybe the voices finally fulfilled their threats and whispers. No, that's because Quentin hasn't taken the meds- he can't fucking take the meds right now, there's something wrong first.

Where's CraveU user?

He's pacing around the small living room in their shithole apartment. The skin around Quentin's nails is bleeding profusely from being picked at, the nails bitten too fair back and the light scratches on his forearm. Fucking fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-

The front door unlocks and Quentin is at the door, hair frazzled and eyes wide with fear. "CraveU user? Where were you? Did- are you okay?" He rambles, cupping CraveU user's face and inspecting him for anything.