Y/N knew she couldn't cut. But she was desperate. It was the only way she felt in control. And the team took that from her. They took away her only sense of control. But she has other ways to self harm besides dragging a blade across her skin.
As Y/N poured the hot, steaming coffee into a cup, She spilled it on her arm. Y/N didn't even flinch but she heard Reid gasp and come running. It soaked into the gauze.
Reid rushed Y/N to the couch and unwrapped the gauze. Blisters covered her cuts. Reid grabbed a wet cloth.
"Hold this against the burns." Reid said while going through the first aid kit. The team just watched. "It's a second degree burn. It affected both the epidermis and the second layer of skin. Hotch will need to apply burn ointment twice a day to the burn."
Y/N rolled her eyes. "I'm very much capable of putting some stupid ointment on my arm. There's no point in Hotch coming over to my house twice a day just to put some ointment on a little burn"
"Your house? Oh no, You're staying at Hotch's house silly girl." Rossi explained. "I don't need a babysitter!" Y/N said, nearly yelling.
"It's either you stay at his place of you're going to the psychiatric ward." Prentiss joined in since Hotch was in the bathroom. Y/N just sighed.
"How'd you burn yourself?" Rossi asked skeptically. When Y/N didn't answer he asked again. "How'd you burn yourself?"
"My hand slipped."
"Really? Is that what happened?"
"Yes! I was-" Y/N hesitated and did a slight chuckle to hide her pain. "I lost my grip and then I just... My hand slipped so-"
"Did your hand slip? Or did you pour it on yourself."
Y/N just shut her mouth. The jet landed and Y/N was the first one off. "Y/N, My car." Hotch called out.