Chapter 23. Hugh

"Go. I'm so fucked up you won't probably want me in a couple of months." Hugh said looking upset at me.

What is he talking about?

"No, I'm the one that's..."

"Just go, I get it." He left my room, and I cursed hating how it was getting so complicated.

I was about to leave when I decided to check on him real quick.

"Hugh,"

I entered his room and he was hunching over his desk. It looked like he was studying but then I looked closer. He was quick to cover his arm, but the fine little knife was still in his other hand.

"What are you doing?" I asked worriedly.

"You should knock, I thought you're going back to your work." His words were cold and cynical.

He looked at me without a care in the world. But I could still see the blood droplets seeping through his sleeves.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Why do you care? just go Ethan. I'll be okay."

He resisted when I try to take his hand. But he finally let