asphyxiation:

the incoherent mass that reduced her into a mess crippled every sensation she has ever felt since her malaise. she lay sprawled on the bathroom floor, covered in her own blood dripping endlessly from the slit she meticulously incised. cigarette in the unmarked hand, she stared nonchalantly at the ripples the droplets would stir; how the calm crimson ocean was enraged by the intrusion of its source. the doorbell has been ringing incessantly for hours, but she saw no point in exertion -- she couldn't even if she wanted to anyway. the room was darkening, but that insidious euphoria that pricked her continued to remain by her side, an old time companion since her days from countless hospitals; hospitals she knew she would never escape if they were to grab hold of her.
she jolted; the cigarette had shortened till it burned her fingers. her surroundings sprung back to life and she scowled, then curiously staring at the blackened mark it has left upon her pallid, aching phalanges.

without warning, a figure burst into the room with a mixture of relief and appall. what are you doing? he exclaimed but expected no answer. in seconds he returned with a towel and lifted her by her shoulders, his unconscious tears further upsetting the red ocean while it spilled across the ivory tiles. she looked at him with eyes of pain and obediently swallowed the pills he gently deposited into her mouth and he stopped walking, his eyes glistening.

and they stood there for a moment, both torn and jaded but grateful with each other's presence as he wrapped the towel across the large scars where her breasts were supposed to be.