This is the first story I have done in a very long time, so your comments would be appreciated so I can know whether or not to continue, I don't think it is very good but I thought I would post it anyway.

I don't own any of the characters or anything to do with the show

I went to her house today because I missed her, my new sister. When we met there was many cross words and I knew from that moment we wouldn't get on but I was wrong. I love her so much now, she is my best friend, my sister and my confidante but the woman I saw at that house today was so far from the woman I have come to know.

I went through the front door which was slightly ajar as if the person closing had not had time, there was plates smashed on the floor, papers torn up, the usually pristine house was now messy and seemed unloved. I continued to head through the house and headed upstairs after hearing a loud sob. When I got to her room the sight I was given was sickening, there was blood pooled around her fragile looking body, her eyes were blood shot as if she had been crying for years not hours and her clothes were dishevelled.

'Caroline?' I said quietly as I took in the sight before me and slowly I sat down beside her. I grabbed the nearest piece of cloth I could find to wrap around her bloodied wrist.

'Gillian … I … it's … please … h-help' her response to me entering the room was scattered as if she physically did not know the words she needed to say and she continued to sob harder than before.

'It is okay sweetheart I am going to wrap your arm up and then I am going to get you to the hospital, call your mum and Kate, you'll be okay' I spoke calmly even though inside I was screaming desperate to break down crying, I needed to know why the beautiful, intelligent blue eyed woman before me would do such a thing 'why Caroline?'

'I n-needed to fe-feel something, I, I, I don't do it often, I promise' she begged tears still in her eyes but her sobs were quieter, I nodded to her in reassurance that I believed her so she would continue 'last time was in college, b-but I couldn't cope, John he said, he said I was useless and Kate's not here, but, but what if I screw up again, what if me being ill makes her leave' she finished crying into my arms as I sat there confused, she's ill? How ill? Why didn't she say anything? Will she be okay? Thoughts were rushing through my head at super speed but right now all I knew was she would bleed to death if I didn't do something fast. I called an ambulance, then Celia, then Kate and the boys and now an hour later I am sat by her bedside in a hospital waiting for our family to arrive and my amazing new sister to wake up, I can't bear the idea of losing her now. Now I have time to think and I know when they all arrive I will have to tell them what she said so first I need her to tell me.

She's ill, that's one of the things that made her do this so I can't help but wonder – how ill?