Disclaimer: The Big Bang Theory characters do not belong to me.
Author's Note: This chapter gets a little deep, if that's the right adjective. I once had a very close friend with this problem, and I helped him through the rough time, so I know what its like for someone to feel like this is the only answer. I realize that this is a serious problem, and my heart goes out to all trying to fight it.
C is for Crawl
Another episode occured two weeks after the first.
Penny had been in the bathroom for a long period of time in complete silence, and Sheldon sat with his back against the door. She was torturing herself by removing herself from the world, and it broke his heart a little more every day.
Assertively, Sheldon stood up and grasped the handle to the bathroom door. He didn't bother to knock, he knew she wouldn't let him in anyway. Pushing the door to swing inward, he saw a horrible sight.
His blonde roommate was sitting in the tub, crying wretchedly. He saw blood welling from her wrist, and her razor on the floor near the toilet.
She didn't seem to notice when he rushed into the room and ripped a towel off the wall. He pressed the cloth against her wound, and brought her up into his arms. Cradling her close to his chest, he buried his face in her hair.
"I'm going to get you help, Penny." He promised softly, though he wasn't sure she heard, as he carried her out of the bathroom and headed towards the phone.