A/N: Okay, so I think what I'm going to do is make this a series of one-shots of Tori and Jade in pain. Not because I'm sadistic (heh), but because I have no idea how to continue this in a way that I haven't already done before. I hope you still enjoy this anyway.
She woke up at 2 am to an empty bed, fumbling sleepily for the warm, tan body that was usually wrapped around her. Lifting her head, Jade frowned, as her hand closed around cold sheets. It was unlike Tori to leave without waking her; the girl was usually snuggled to her side or had her arms wrapped tightly around her. Blinking sleepily, Jade padded out of the room, eyes scanning the empty, dark apartment. Finding nobody, she peered around the corner to the kitchen and frowned.
"Tor?" She called, her voice coarse with sleep. Running her hands through her hair, she sighed and made her way back into the bedroom, picking up her phone, intent on dialling her girlfriend's phone number when she noticed the bathroom door was closed. "Babe?" She knocked quietly on the door, before twisting the handle. Encountering no resistance, the door opened easily as Jade stepped slowly into the room. Huddled in the corner was Tori, shaking. "Tori, what happened?" Jade kneeled next to her girlfriend and folded her arms around her, lips pressed to the top of her head. Arms wrapped tightly around herself, Tori let out a soft sob. "Oh, babe." Jade sighed, rubbing her hands soothingly up and down her girlfriend's arms. "Shh...it's okay. I got you. Nothing's gonna hurt you." Jade murmured, quietly comforting her. As the sobs died down, Jade continued to hold the half-Latina, and her heart ached for her, face creased with concern. "Tori, what happened?" She asked again, quietly. Slowly, the singer unwrapped her arms around herself, revealing the bloodstained cotton shirt underneath and holding out her arms. Angry, red, bleeding slashes ran down her wrists to her forearms, and Tori stared at them helplessly, hands shaking. Jade stood, opening cupboards and drawers to fumble with medical supplies, before sitting across from Tori, who was still staring at her arms, unflinching. Slowly, pale but warm fingers tilted her chin up, and loving, green eyes stared into pained, amber ones. "I love you, okay? We'll get through this." Jade whispered, a thumb smoothing along her girlfriend's cheek. Tori nodded slowly, and Jade leaned in, pressing their lips together gently. Leaning her forehead against Tori's, Jade breathed, "We'll get through this." Kissing Tori again, she sat back up and focussed her attention on the wounds. "Let's get these cleaned and wrapped up, okay?" The half-Latina nodded, eyes dull and weary from the emotion of the night, soothed by the feeling of pale fingers against her skin, fixing the damage she had done to herself.