Something instinctive told Gen to go with him. She didn't know what it was, but she was worried he would trip and hurt himself, or he might pass out again. She didn't go straight away, because she had a wave of doubt. He might get pissed off she was following him to the bathroom, and might want anyone but her helping him with something like that. Not that she hadn't done it before. She had. When she was still being someone he believed in and trusted, but that was gone now. Justin and Sasha's bedroom door was closed, and dark inside when she opened it. She turned the light on and saw the bathroom door was open, and no lights on there either. "Justin?" Her heart skipped a beat when she hurried in there, and he wasn't there.

He couldn't have left, he would have to have double-backed via the living room to get to the door. She didn't need anymore warning bells than that. If he said he was going to the bathroom, but hadn't, something was wrong. It didn't take her long to find him, and she was hit with the awful reminder of how quickly his condition could escalate. "Oh, no, baby... no!" she cried, rushing over to where he was sitting on the tiles with blood all over his hand. Did this constitute the 'getting worse' the paramedics told her about, because she was pretty sure if she tried to get him to the hospital again, it was going to be worse than in the gym. He didn't want to be touched, but she couldn't follow all his rules. She took his hand and held it up above his head to try to slow the bleeding. "Amarlie! I need help!" She stroked his head with her other hand and kissed his hair, trying to comfort him. Inside, she was shitting herself, trying to see if he had cut anywhere else too.