Sorry that the last chapter was so short and vague, this one is going to be WAY longer and more interesting too! [Trigger warning: suicide attempt]

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Summer walked slowly to her car. She hadn't been sleeping well ever since Rick had left. Summer had never loved someone the way she loved Rick, not even with Jerry did she feel that close to. Jerry didn't trust her like Rick did. Even if Rick had treated her like a nuisance, he at least did things with her, especially when she got hurt.

Summer stepped into the car, but instead of starting it, she reached for a wallet, and stared at the pictures she had taken. One was of her and Ethan, one of her and her mother, and one was of her, Morty and Rick with a Smoopidoop. In each one she looked happy, but the only difference was, only one had changed her outlook on the universe, on the greater scheme of things.

Summer sighed and started to drive to work. She had gotten a job at a pizzeria. Pizza now came with many different alien toppings, as well as alien sodas, such as Slurm. Summer was wearing an emerald green sweater with black jeans. She had also fixed her hair in a bun. Summer pulled up to the pizzeria and clocked in.

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Morty watched Summer pull out of the driveway and finished his cereal. He stopped in the hallway, staring at the photo of him and Rick that day at hamster in butt world. What would make Rick just leave like that? Didn't he understand that every Morty needed a Rick. Yes, that's right. A Morty without a Rick has no place in this world. A tear fell from Morty, everything from the time Rick had left had been horrible for Morty, even if he was traumatized on his adventures. Rick was his only friend, the only one who understood him.

Morty knew what he had to do. He would have to leave a note, but what would he say? This was completely out of nowhere. He began to write in a notebook with a purple pen.

Dear Family,

I'm so sorry this happened, but I don't know what else to do. I have no use in this world. Rick was the only good thing in my life, even if I wasn't for him. I love you guys, please, forget about me like you forgot about Rick.

~Morty

Morty folded the paper in his pocket and sauntered downstairs. He wasn't in a rush. He went back upstairs and grabbed three pill bottles. Two were Prozac and Xanax for his mother, and the last was his dad's heart meds. He went into Ricks room and grabbed a bottle of Vodka, Jameson and tequila. Morty went downstairs to the garage. He sat at the workbench, placing his things on the counter. He opened the Jameson bottle, raising in the air.

"Hope you find what you're looking for Rick." Muttered Morty.

The boy downed a handful of pills and drank. By the time he had mostly finished that bottle, he started on the next two, but he now only had about a bottle of pills left. His limbs felt heavy, his heartbeat grew irregular, and his mind was cloudy. I'll miss you Rick, not that that matters. You're .Back. Morty was unconscious as he fell to the ground, bringing down with him the booze and the pills. The bottles shattered, mixing the alcohol with the vomit from the previous morning.

" Shit!" Summer said just above a whisper. She had forgotten her phone back at the house. I can use the payphone and ask Morty to drop it off for me. It's not like the kid has better things to do.Thought Summer. She wondered what Morty was doing while she waited for him to pick up. No answer. She tried again. No answer. Summer grew impatient but slightly worried at the same time.

The red jumped in her white jeep which was in nice condition. She stopped at a red light as soon as she turned onto the road. "Oh god, I hope he hasn't been drinking again." Summer said solemnly, frowning at both herself and at the state Morty was in. It turned green and she very well floored it.

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Morty's first thought was pain. A burning pain, in every part of his body. He thought he heard his mother crying, but he really couldn't process anything in his mind. Blackness blanketed him again.

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"I just can't believe it." Summer confessed. "We need him. We can't loose Morty too." A fresh batch of tears welled up inside Summer and swallowed hard. Her phone buzzed and she hung up. After what had happened with Tammy, Summer really hadn't been talking to any of her "friends" at school.

"Oh honey, it's ok. The important thing is that we didn't loose him sweetie. He's going to be okay, we'll get him help as soon as he's better." Consoled Beth. Beth always seemed to carry the family's emotional baggage in situations like this. Who could blame her though? That's how she grew up, her father shunning her emotional needs seemed to enable her to keep them locked away to make room for her family.

Summer looked over at Morty. God he looks worse than Grandpa Rick. She walked over to him. He had machines all over him, checking every second for his health. That comforted Summer. She touched his hand lightly, but then noticed that a piece of paper sticking out of his pocket.

Confused, Summer pulled it out gently. She began to read, and dropped the paper out of shock. She put her hands over her faces and sobbed. Beth rushed over. "Honey, what-" Summer pointed to the paper. Beth read through it, and hugged her daughter.

"Mom? I have to find Rick. Morty needs him, now more than ever." Said Summer. There was conviction and revenge in her voice. Beth looked up, holding her daughter by the shoulders.

"I-I understand. But Summer, you have to be careful! I can't loose both of you." Beth warned. The blonde woman cleared her face of any mascara. "I love you honey."

"I love you too Mom." Beth hugged Summer and Summer glanced at her unconscious brother lying in his hospital bed. "I'm going to get you better, Morty. Whatever it takes, you'll get better. I promise."

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End of the chapter. Any comments on what you think should happen next is welcome.