TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF SELF HARM.

“Alexx..?” Richtofen called as he slowly walked the way she went. He heard nothing and continued walking, pausing when he heard quiet singing.

Hush little baby, don't say a word. Momma’s gonna buy you a mockingbird.

The scientist closed his eyes to try and pinpoint the voice, it hard to tell since it was so quiet.

But if that mockingbird doesn't sing, mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring..

He slowly followed in the the direction he thought it was, hearing it getting louder.

And if that diamond ring doesn't shine…

“Alexx..?” He called again softly, the singing stopping.

The sound of a blade scraping across the skin was heard and then stopped. A small pained noise was heard and then a knife whizzed by Edward's head into the wall. He blinked, unfazed by it and looked at the wall where the knife was, fresh blood dripping off it. He sighed and took a coupled steps to be in view of the side of the couch, looking down at the blonde.

“Go away.” Alexx growled, playing with the blood that came out of the cut.

“Nein.” He growled, his eyes changing. “Jou shouldn't hurt jourself like zat.” He sighed. She gave a scoffed laugh and looked up at him,

“We hurt ourselves everyday, Edward.” she said.

“Not like zis.” He motioned to her arm. She just huffed and licked the blood off her fingers, his brow raising. “Jou did it for blood..?”

“No.” Alexx said and licked her arm “Well..A little. Cutting releases endorphins and it feels good. Also, it's my own blood, so, kinda like the taste of it.” she shrugged.

It was silent between them for a while before she spoke again.

“could you maybe sit down?” she asked “It's intimidating when people stand over me and I'm sitting….”

He sat next to her, her resting her head on his shoulder, wrapping her uncut arm around his. Edward rested his head back against the wall, staring at the ceiling, trying to get his mind back in order. That was until an iron smell filled his nose. He lifted his head to see Alexx sliding her fingers along her cut slowly, gathering blood on them again.

He swallowed a bit thickly, tearing his gaze away from the sight. After a few moments he felt something wet on his bottom lip, his tongue darting across where it was out of instinct. He blinked some, it taking a couple moments to click that it tasted like copper. He looked down at the younger Dempsey to see she was staring up at him, licking her fingers slowly.

He cleared his throat some and shifted a bit when there was a small tingle down below. He gently took her arm and grabbed the handkerchief from his pocket, slowly placing it along the cut. He saw tape under the couch and grabbed it, wrapping what tape was left around her arm and handkerchief to keep it in place. Once done, he looked back at her face to see her looking at her covered forearm.

His mind struggled with itself. The sane side was happy with him showing restraint. While the other side..well..it wasn't all too happy.