Freesia: Why did you do this, Thistle?
Thistle: I’m scared. I thought you were gonna die.
Freesia: Why did you do this, Thistle?
Thistle: I’m scared. I thought you were gonna die.
Officer 2: Since you’ve had a history of this, we can assume that you should be brought to a hospital.
Freesia: I know I need to go. Can… can I at least talk to Thistle first?
Officer 1: Hello, Freesia. This young man here, your… son? Called us saying you were in danger. Hurting yourself?
Freesia: I-
Officer 2: Don’t worry, we’ll try our best not to.
Freesia: *Sniff* Thistle? What’s going on? I heard voices…
Officer 1: Hey there, kiddo. What’s your name?
Thistle: Thistle.
Officer 1: You’re a smart kid, Thistle, you know that?
Thistle: Please don’t hurt her.
*Knock Knock*
Officer 1: Police! Anyone there?
Thistle: Y-yes…
Officer 2: Can you open up the door, please?
Thistle: Yeah…
Thistle: She’s hurting herself. I’m scared…
Operator: Ok, ok; calm down, sweetheart. It looks like she has a history of this. Forces are on their way. Seems like your location isn’t too far from the station.
Thistle: Th-thank you…
*Ring* … *Ring* …
Operator: 911, what’s the emergency?
Thistle: Uh, my… my… she’s locked herself in the bathroom.
Operator: Who’s ‘she’? What’s her name?
Thistle: Freesia Mulberry.
Thistle: *Sigh* I̷̭͝ ̸͉̅h̵͎͝o̵̖̅p̶̩̓e̷͉̐ ̶̬́I̵̢̊’̴̫͂m̶͈̑ ̷̫́d̷͙͗ó̷̠i̷̭̽n̸̠̄g̶̜͐ ̶͔̋ť̵̠h̴̺̔e̷̝͗ ̶̩͝r̴͙͊ǐ̷̦ġ̴͈ḧ̵̢́t̶̜̓ ̶͚́ṭ̶͘h̴̹͂ḯ̶̠n̶̯̓g̷͕̀