Troy waited in the waiting room his hands covered with dried blood on them and Chad and Taylor also sat on either side of him. The room was silence except for the shuffling of staff as they switched shifts and the occasional ringing phone.

"I should have gone to work." Troy said looking at the tile floor; he should have been there to talk to her. Figure this out and instead he hid like a coward, he didn't look her in the eye, he didn't attempt to talk to her at all tonight. Troy felt like an asshole of the biggest kind.

"Troy it's not your fault." Taylor said rubbing his back. "She hasn't been herself lately I think we all missed the signs."

"I knew something was wrong," Troy said in low voice, "I just didn't want to deal with it."

"Troy you've been there for her every time, even now." Chad said with a grim expression. "You've always been there when she's needed you the most."

Troy felt his insides grumble, if only they knew about what had happened two hours prior when he almost let that door shut. When he turned around and left her in that hallway by herself, he let that guy man handle her and he was so angry and hurt he almost just let it happen. What kind of friend was he?

"Are you hungry?" Taylor asked reaching in her purse for a banana, "It's all I have, but I have some change, I can go down to the vending machine?" she offered.

Troy shook his head. "I don't think I can eat anything right now." His eyes darted to the double doors where the doctors disappeared with Gabriella. They were asking him questions, asking what medication she was on, how much had she had to drink, what was used, when she cut herself. Troy didn't know any of it, he only knew of her sedatives for her panic attacks. He couldn't even tell them if she'd eaten anything in the last 6 hours. Troy never felt so helpless, so incapable in his life. if she didn't make it through this he didn't think he could live with himself. She had to make it through, she had to, she was 21 years old she was perfect, she was so full of life and so talented, Troy hands were shaking and he covered his face, she just couldn't die.

Taylor leaned in and wrapped her arms around him cradling him to her chest. "She's going to be alright."

Chad let out a sigh and placed a hand on his shoulder. Chad had known Gabriella just as long as Troy had. Chad had been there a few times, dragging Gabriella out of a party holding her hair back when she puked and a few times he had his fare share of fights defending her honor. The three of them had been through so much, from playing hide and seek in the backyard to now. Troy closed his eyes and there she was perfect at 18, her flapping in the wind as she let her feet dangle out the window. "Troy?" it was an echo and he heard it again. "Troy Bolton?" it was a doctor. Troy was up in a heartbeat.

"Is she alright?"

The doctor looked at him and then at the papers on his clipboard. "She alright for now, we had to pump her stomach and there was a lot of blood loss."

Troy insides fell to the ground in relief and he heard the sighs him from Taylor and Chad.

"We had to do a lot of blood transfusions and we also found some traces of Desipramine in her system. You wouldn't happen to know about that would you?"

Troy shrugged his shoulders, "What is that?"

The doctor looked back at the clipboard. "What relations do you have to the patient?"

"Boyfriend," Troy said looking at the clip board as well, "What is Desipramine?"

"It's an antidepressant." The doctor said with a frown. "Most antidepressants are believed to work by slowing the removal of certain chemicals from the brain. These chemicals are called neurotransmitters. Neurotransmitters are needed for normal brain function and are involved in the control of mood and in other responses and functions, such as eating, sleep, pain, and thinking."

"I don't get it, shouldn't the pill fix that?" Troy asked as he crossed his arms.

"Antidepressants help people with depression by making these natural chemicals more available to the brain. By restoring the brain's chemical balance and helping relieve the symptoms of depression. Antidepressants increased the risk of suicidal thinking and behavior in children, adolescents, and young adults. This could cause unusual changes in behavior, especially at the beginning of therapy or at the time of dose changes. This risk may persist until significant remission occurs. Families and caregivers are advised of the need for close observation and communication with the prescriber. She really didn't tell you?"

Troy shook his head.

The doctor let out a sigh, "she's tired, very weak and not really communicating with anyone. We're going to keep her tonight you can come back the day after tomorrow to pick her up."

"Can I see her?" Troy said with pleading voice.

"Wash up and be quick, she needs her rest." The doctor looked back at Chad and Taylor who were sitting in the chair. With a shake of his head he turned and went to the front desk.

Troy pushed the room door open and walked into the room just as a nurse was applying the last band aid to her arm. Troy nodded at the nurse and she left the room, the door shutting behind him and leaving him in silence. Troy looked at all the machines hooked up to her body and then at her arms. His glaze came up to her pale features as she lay there in the bed her eyes closed. He watched as she took a breath and he reached out to grab her hand. "Don't you ever scare me like that again." He said quietly as soon as her eyes fluttered open from his touch.

"Troy?" Her voice was low and Troy shook his head and held up his hand.

"It's alright, I know." Troy bent down and placed a kiss on her forehead. "I'm going to pick you up in the in a day but I'll come visit tomorrow after class, just relax and try to get some sleep. One of us needs to sleep tonight," he said with a chuckle.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"I know." Troy placed his other hand on her cheek and rubbed one of her tears away. "You're going to have to be honest with me brie, if something is wrong we have to talk about it."

She nodded slowly and he bent to place another kiss on her cheek. "I happy you're okay," their eyes locked and he smiled down at her dull brown eyes as they looked up at his with sadness. He had to help her; he wanted to be there for her. "It's all going to get better I promise."