“You haven’t slept for days, have you?”
“Are you eating properly? You don’t look it.”
“Why do you keep stumbling over your words? Just how tired are you?”
“You need to think about yourself every once in a while.”
“I know your work is important, but you’re going to end up in hospital if you go on like this!”
“You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”
“You look so… empty. I’m worried for you, please talk to me.”
“Are you alright in there? You’re so quiet.”
“How did you get these bruises? Please don’t lie to me.”
“There’s something bothering you that you’re not telling me and I can see it slowly destroying you. What happened?”
“You’re sleep deprived and you haven’t been eating. Why do you think you’re feeling dizzy?”
“I can give you some pills to help you sleep. They aren’t healthy, but this is even less healthy.”
“If you didn’t just blink I would’ve sworn you were dead, that’s how sickly you’re looking. Go to bed, please!”
“Have you drank all of these bottles in one weekend?!”
“I know you don’t want this, but it’s for your own good. Sign the papers so they can pick you up tomorrow and you can get clean.”
“What the hell are you doing?! Did you do that to yourself?!”
“When was the last time you left the house? Or opened the curtains for that matter.”
“Here, just keep breathing. It’ll be okay. Better out than in…”
“This can’t go on like this! You’re not eating, you’re not sleeping, you barely talk!”
“I’m sorry. I went through your room and found this. Explain what the hell this is doing in your room!”
“I thought you’d quit! How long have you been lying to me?”
“I’m only trying to help and right now I think I have a much better idea of what you need than you do.”
“Did you take anything? Why are you passing out? Hey! Stay with me!”
