"Yeah, yeah. Hello. Can you transfer the call to Chance, please?"

"Please just transfer the call. Like right now."

"Thank you."

"..."

"Hey, Chance. Just a small problem, nothing major. My arm...won't stop bleeding."

"Complain later, help me now. And listen, you're the only person I somewhat trust! Work with me here."

"THIS ISN'T LIFE LESSON TIME. I cut, and I think I went too far this time. It usually stops bleeding quickly, and I just put a towel over it. But I'm still bleeding and there's a lot of blood, and...and...what do I do?"

"No! I can't go. I seriously can't, I have to worry about this on my own."

"I am in my bathroom. But I'm getting the new towel."

"...I don't really know. I was a bit more... aggressive? I don't know, I can't explain it. I was really upset and needed to take the anger out. The towel doesn't have as much blood."

"Where? Where underwater?"

"Fine, I'll put it in the toilet. Haha-"

"Just trying to lighten the mood, sorry. It's what I do - shit! That burns!"

"...Fuck, that feels so bad. What do I do after it stops bleeding? I don't do anything usually and just let the arm rest for a while if you get what I mean."

"...Okay, got it. Thank you. It's already stopping. I just needed to stop panicking."

"You're welcome, Chance. Ow! This hurts."

"OWWW."

"OWWWWWWWW!"

"Nothing. I just wanted to know if you would care if I was in pain."

"Looks like you do care. In your own little mean way."

"Yes, I got it. Thank you for helping me. You're turning out to be a great therapist."