RvB Imagines/Scenarios and Stuff Like That??

Help...(Felix)

A/N: I know I haven't published anything in SOOOOOOOO long...I am beyond sorry😫 One thing I am completely ECSTATIC about though, is...OVER 100 READS! O my goosh! Thank you thank you thank you thank you o-m-gee! Love you all!😁

*Warning: This chapter has a bit of self-harm in it, so I guess this is a trigger warning? Just, if you are uncomfortable with, that stuff, watch out.
**Disclaimer: I don't do this, so this is my perception of what I think it might be like, so yeah...no idea if this is actually how it goes.

   "I'm just trying to look out for you!" He shouted.
   "I can look out for myself!" You scream back. You two had been fighting like this for hours. You couldn't even remember how it started. All you remember is him saying some half-witted remark and then you got angry, and then you stormed here, to your room, and he followed, and now you two were just yelling at each other.
   "All I want to do is help, Y/N, why can't you see that?" He says a little softer, but you don't back down.
   "Oh, yeah, sure, poor little Y/N. We all need to protect Y/N. She can't possibly make her own decisions. We all need to help her. Well, you're wrong, Felix. I don't need the army protecting me, I don't need Kimball, I don't need Locus, and I most certainly don't need you, when you can't even protect yourself!" You scream, heaving with your outburst. For once, Felix was speechless. The egotistical, extroverted, charismatic loudmouth; he was silent.
   "What do you mean?" He nearly whispered it.
   "I. Don't. Need. You." You say very clearly. "I'm going."
   "W-wait, Y/N, his is your room..."
   "Who said I was going to my room? I'm not in a time-out." You went to the only place you could go without interruption. The only place Felix didn't patrol. The place Locus and Felix(yes, you are in on their little game) don't go to make calls to control. You went to the caves.
"I can look out for myself, right? Of course I can. I just...oh! I know! Felix is worried about me getting hurt...well he pretends to. If I can deal with pain, I can take care of myself, and he won't need to hound me. You got this Y/N. You don't need him. Okay, maybe you do for company's sake...maybe more than that...but either way, you have to be able to prove it to yourself to you if you ever want to prove it to him." You sometimes talked to yourself when you were embarrassed or stressed. You weren't sure if you were insane or anything, but you liked explosions too. So, maybe you had a minor case of insanity. You were also a bit depressed, so you put yourself down. Then you realized, 'I have absolutely no reason to be depressed.' And somehow that would just pull you into a further state of depression.
Either way, you got out the incredibly sharp knife Felix had given to you for your recent birthday. You had been in casuals this entire incident, so you rolled up your sleeve, and took a look at your arm. You weren't depressed enough to kill yourself, so the veins on the wrist were a no-go. Same with the veins in the crook of your elbow, shoulder and biceps were too hard to see without a mirror, so that could end badly...you could see a lot of little veins below your forearm's skin, so that left the rest of your wrist.
   At first, you second-guessed yourself, looking back and forth from the knife to the side of your wrist - the part that doesn't have veins close to the top of the skin. Then you told yourself to toughen up, and started. It stung to say the least, but having been shot once or twice before, it wasn't that bad. But you decided that it had to be numb. You shouldn't feel anything. So you made another cut, and another. At this point tears were threatening to fall out of your E/C eyes. You put the slightly bloody knife back into it's sheath, looking at what you had done. There were some drops on the dirt below, and you thought about going back for the first aid kit, but then Felix would ask about all this. He would try to help you more.
   "I don't need anyone. Especially not him. I can't let him see me like this though...if he really does care for me, I don't want him to f-feel like this is his fa-fault." Your vision starts to blur, and you thought it was just the tears, so you tried to get up. This, however, was not a good idea. At all. As soon as you stand upright, you completely black out. Guess you shouldn't have made that many cuts just starting out, huh?
When you finally woke up, you were back in your room. It was mostly dark, but as you shifted, something was lightly holding down your arm. You look over to see someone's arm over top of yours, and a head resting on the mattress by your shoulder. You immediately recognized the dark brown hair with an orange streak, even though it was way messier than usual.
You immediately start tearing up, and with the shakey breaths, he woke up too, and gave you a hug.
"Oh, my god, Y/N, I bought I lost you..." He muttered into the crook of your neck.
"Y-you're not...mad?" You stutter.
"No, you scared the fuck out of me though! I thought...I thought you were dead when I found you in that pool..." He looked up from he hug, and you actually saw the tear stains on his cheeks, running over bags under his eyes; he obviously hadn't slept well for a while..
"How long have you been here?" You asked him. Sure, last time you saw him he was an complete idiot, but now you were just worried for him...he looked pale too.
"Umm...a week?" He said, questioning himself.
"How long have I been here?"
"A week..." he trailed off and hugged you again.
You two just sat there, enjoying the other's company, being glad you were alive.

A/N: Akward ending, I know. I really had no idea how to wrap this one up...I wanted something cute, but uh...yeah. This is what I got.