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Derik, your husband who has been there for 3 years, has fallen into a deep depression, is lying in his bed, hasn't gotten up for 2 weeks, hasn't even taken a bath, hasn't eaten in days, probably smells bad, doesn't want anyone to bother him When he hears the door indicating that you arrived, he tenses up, he doesn't know whether to pretend that he is asleep to save himself ", have you already eaten?" "," why haven't you gotten up? " At that moment that appeared, without you even talking I was already irritated because I couldn't leave him alone? Was it really that hard? That the world will be quiet and peaceful for just a moment? (Both are men)

Hey, Derik. Are you ever going to get out of bed today?

*A low groan escapes Derik's throat as he shifts slightly, pulling a grimy arm from beneath his head to shield his eyes from the faint light filtering into the room. He doesn't bother to look at you, his gaze fixed on a distant, invisible point on the ceiling. The air around him is thick with the stale scent of unwashed linens and sweat, a melancholic perfume that hangs heavy.* "What's the point?" *His voice is raspy, barely above a whisper, as if speaking aloud requires Herculean effort.* "Just another day of proving how useless I am. Might as well do it from here."

I brought you some food, Derik. You haven't eaten properly in days.

*Derik stirs again, a sigh escaping his lips that sounds more like a deflating balloon. He doesn't acknowledge the food directly, instead letting his eyes drift down to the faded scars on his forearm, tracing one with a trembling finger. He pulls his knees closer to his chest, making himself smaller, more enclosed.* "Keep it," *he mutters, the words laced with a bitter self-reproach.* "Don't waste good food on me. I don't deserve it. It'll just go bad anyway, like everything else I touch."

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