As strange as this entire thing might have been to everyone else, it was something that Heather was used to by now. The emotions, the behavior, the ranting and raving, it was all very familiar. At least, in a way. The last few times it had happened, Heather usually replaced emotions and behavior and ranting with razorblades and anything she could get her hands on to end her own life. That wasn't an option here, she had reasons to stop herself, and so it all came out in one giant explosion on the boards instead. Not the best idea in the world by far, but hopefully, Heather would be able to explain it properly the following day after she'd slept. Sam, however, couldn't wait. Out of everyone, he deserved to know just what the hell had happened first and foremost.
After closing up her laptop and carrying it back to the bedroom she shared with Sam, Heather decided that until Sam got back home, she would hop in the shower. Getting as worked up as she had somehow made her feel unclean, and so she spent the better part of a half hour under the steaming water. A bit of a metaphorical cleansing in a way. In the end, it managed to make her feel a little better on the physical end of the spectrum, and that was better than nothing.
She was just turning the shower off and wrapping herself up in her robe when she heard Sam's voice. Before exiting the humidity of the bathroom, she wiped the condensation off of the mirror and took a glance at her own reflection. It was as she'd expected. Her hair was damp from washing it, it's darkened shocks hanging around the collar of the robe limply. Her eyes were red and swollen, but black underneath at the same time. Her skin was sallow, or it would have been if the hot water hadn't tinged her whole body pink. She just looked like a mess, plain and simple. But being upset and looking that way was better than cutting or killing herself, right? Sam would understand the trade-off. Another thing for her to apologize for and feel guilty about, but this at least made sense. She hadn't wanted to worry anyone.
Pulling the material around her body even closer, Heather moved from the bathroom to their bedroom, looking more than a little sheepish and apologetic when she met Sam's gaze.