"Jase... Jason, wake up," Holly said softly, nudging the older boy until he cracked open an eye, stretching on the small sofa he had fallen asleep on the previous night.

"What time is it?"

"Just after ten," Holly replied, trying not to smile at Jason's incoherent mumble. "Cindy's going to be back in a bit and I'm not being funny but she probably won't be too happy when she realises that you've stayed over."

"Are you kicking me out?" Jason asked, shooting her a mock look of upset.

"Of course I'm not, but don't you think you should be heading back home anyway? Robbie sounded really worried and I'd hate to keep you from your family."

Dropping his head back on the sofa Jason groaned. "Urggh I suppose."

"It can't be that bad," Holly said, trying to comfort him as much as she could.

"You have no idea," Jason muttered, rolling off the sofa and grabbing his trainers from the side, smoothing his hair down and trying to look mildly presentable before he entered the village.

"Shouldn't you take your insulin now?" Holly asked, she didn't know or understand the finer details about diabetes, but she knew enough to understand that insulin was necessary and needed to be taken.

"Forgot it with me. A few hours won't kill me anyway so I'll just take it when I get back home. No biggie," Jason said casually, hoping his annoyance didn't come across in his tone. He'd had enough talk about his insulin habits to last him a lifetime, he really didn't need another person nagging, though he knew his girlfriend (and boy would that take some getting used to) was only asking.

Yet the subject was particularly sore after the hellish night he'd gone through and he really didn't want to get bogged down by it once more. When he felt he looked okay to be seen by the general public, Jason turned to the younger girl, holding out his hand. "Walk me down?"

Laughing lightly Holly stood, taking Jason's hand in hers. "Alright you big baby." The young couple left the small flat and began wandering back to the Roscoe's house chatting lightly, though Holly could see that Jason was getting more and more nervous the closer they got to his place.

His grip on her hand slightly tightened as they entered the street and all conversation ended once the large house was in sight.

"Hey, it'll be fine," she soothed once they were at the front door, although she wasn't sure what she was exactly soothing and Jason still looked slightly ill. "You'll be fine Jase. And feel free to come over to mine whenever, though if Cindy's there then you obviously can't spend the night again."

"Yeah, that sounds good. Cheers Hol." Jason said, kissing the blonde goodbye, however they were interrupted after mere seconds by the front door swinging open.

"Well if you aren't a sight for sore eyes," Ziggy commented, and despite the fact that his words were light and joking his tone was anything but, showing Holly just how worried the Roscoe clan must have been about Jason.

She had seen very little of Ziggy since the family's arrival in the village, though he seemed to be a huge flirt and a jokester, so for him to be visibly unnerved scared the blonde. What had Jason done to get his whole family to react so out of character?

"Though congrats J, spending the whole night at the lovely Miss Holly's, you'll have to tell me all about your shenanigans later."

"Leave it yeah?" Jason snapped at Ziggy, shooting the blonde an apologetic look who smiled in return, though Holly had no idea how sincere it was.

"Well I'd love to invite you in Hols," Ziggy continued, completely ignoring his brother. "But we need to talk to Jason about some personal matters I'm afraid. I'm sure you understand."

"Uh yeah of course," Holly replied, not sure what to make of the situation. Jason was obviously not a willing participant of this personal chat if the thunderous look on his face was anything to go by, but before he could have his say on the matter Ziggy had dragged him into the house, kicking the door lightly behind him.
"See ya Holly," he called, his voice muffled through the door, though before Holly could reply both brothers had stepped into the main hallway, effectively cutting her off. What exactly was wrong with her boyfriend?

It had to be serious if the whole family was worried and Jason had been acting weird for a while, though she didn't know the family or even him that well enough to ask.

She knew she couldn't demand to know what was going on, after all it wasn't her place (even if the curiosity was killing her), but she could let Jason and the others know that she was there if anyone wanted to talk.

Like she had said last night, Jason was a lovely guy and she felt like a fool for taking so long to realise it. She had spent so long being distant and a general bitch to him, not even taking the time to get to know him, but with every new thing she learnt about him, her feelings just grew and grew for the older boy.

Of course it didn't hurt that he was good looking either, although he was looking a little thin recently... but it was probably nothing. Everyone their age lost and gained weight like it was going out of fashion (half the time it wasn't even voluntarily), Jason probably hadn't even noticed.

She shrugged, desperately trying to think of what could be up with her boyfriend, walking down the driveway and shooting concerned looks at the house every few yards until it was long out of sight. That didn't decrease the feeling of worry that had settled in the pit of her stomach. Not in the slightest.

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"Do you have to embarrass me all the time?" Jason snapped once the second porch door had been shut and there was no chance of Holly being able to hear them. "You know how much I like her and that little display of yours has probably ruined any chance of her being properly interested in me."

"Well you were looking pretty cosy a bit earlier so you're probably safe. And I think we have some important things to talk about don't you? More important than your relationship woes anyway."

"Not this again," Jason scoffed, trying to calm his thundering heart. The morning was going to be a long one and he didn't even have the excuse of school to get out of the house as it was a week-end. "Don't you have a garage to open up anyway, seeing as it brings in a pretty important amount of money in."

"We're not opening till this afternoon," Freddie said as he sauntered down the stairs. "Thought trying to talk to you was a bit more necessary."

"Yeah well I don't," Jason snapped, though before he could leave to go to his room and away from the others, he was physically pushed into the living room where everyone else was sat, their uncomfortable expressions making it obvious they'd heard the whole exchange. "What the hell? Are you holding some sort of intervention now? Getting a bit dramatic here."

"We know you're not taking your insulin," Sandy said, holding back the tears that had been threatening to spill since the night before. She'd decided to go straight for it, beating around the bush would just cause unnecessary drama and it was already looking to be another explosive day. "And we know why you're doing it."

"Oh please enlighten me. I'd love to hear what wild story you've cooked up now, I need the laugh."

"We know you have an eating disorder and that you're doing this to lose weight." Robbie snapped, hating his twin for putting their mum, their whole family through so much.

No-one else said anything, though they all winced at the blunt way Robbie had revealed Lindsey's theory. True, they hadn't wanted to spend the day hinting and circling around the elephant in the room, but there really were better ways to reveal things.

"What?" Jason spluttered, painting an incredulous look on his face, however inside he was panicking. He didn't have that, he just didn't, but the fact that they had guessed why he was doing this had completely thrown him. He didn't think they'd reach the correct conclusion so quickly and he knew it would take a lot to convince them they were wrong. "And who the hell thought that stupid idea up."

"Lindsey," Joe said defensively, squeezing his fiancée's hand. "And I think she has enough experience in these sort of things to make a basic diagnosis."

"Really?" Jason scoffed, hating himself more and more with each passing second. Not only had he completely alienated Freddie last night, but now he'd have to do the same with Lindsey. "No offence but I'm not seeing a lot of experience. She's a junior doctor for crying out loud, she'll be making diagnosis' at every turn to show people she knows what she's talking about. I'm guessing at least nine out of ten of those are complete and utter bull."

"Hey," Joe warned, showing he wasn't willing to let Jason talk about Lindsey like that. "We're just trying to help and understand why you're doing what you're doing."

"I'm not doing anything! Why don't you understand that? I'm in the middle of my a-levels, of course I'm a bit more stressed than usual but that doesn't mean I have an eating disorder for God's sake."

"Robbie's in the same boat but I don't see him telling anyone that I threatened to kill him," Freddie said through gritted teeth.

"We just want to help you," Lindsey pleaded, interrupting before Jason could lash out at his brother once more. "We're family Jason, you know we'll do anything and everything that we can to help."

"Family? You're not even family Lindsey, so why are you even involved? You're shagging my brother which is apparently good enough when paired with all your experience."

"Lindsey is just as much of this family as the rest of us," Joe snapped, shielding his now devastated partner. "She has been for years and she's doing everything she can to help you. Why don't you see that?"

"You know what I see? I see you all being interfering assholes! You've convinced yourself there's something wrong with me and you're thinking up reason after reason to explain it, even if it's ridiculous. I'm pretty sure not even twenty four hours ago you were convinced I was a druggie and now we've moved on to me having an eating disorder. What next? I'm a prostitute? I'm being bullied? How about I'm having an affair with one of the teachers?"

"Why are you being so impossible?" Robbie shouted, standing so he was toe to toe with his twin. "We're worried about you, we want to help you get better. You're skin and bone Jase! You're fucking killing yourself but you're too blind to see it."

"There is nothing to help with. I am fine. There is nothing wrong with me except that I'm related to a load of dumbwits. Apart from that my life is fucking dandy. You know what? I wish I wasn't part of this family because I hate you all." The room was filled with a sudden silence and Jason wished he'd could take back the words that had just left his mouth, as he saw the completely devastated looks on the others faces.

Before he could even begin to apologise for saying something so untrue and wrong he was pushed back, a blinding pain erupting from his left cheek. He looked up, clutching his face as he bit back tears, to see Freddie restraining Robbie.

"You punched me," he gasped, unable to believe his brother would go that far. The sudden act of violence brought back all the anger full force and Jason momentarily forgot his feelings of guilt in favour of getting lost in the moment. "And you wonder why I'm so messed up. Although seems like I'm not the only psycho here-" Robbie roared, trying to get back to his twin, though his path was completely blocked by the others.

"Robbie go and cool down," Sandy demanded, motioning for Freddie to physically move him when the younger boy didn't seem to even hear her words. "We really don't need this, not today."

The two brothers left the room, Freddie dragging Robbie into the garden and far away from the others. Only when the back door clicked shut behind them did Sandy deflate slightly, turning to Jason who was still clutching his cheek.

"Come here," she said, moving close to check him over, and yet as she went to move his hand away from his face, Jason took a step back, obviously unwilling to be crowded.

"Leave it, I'm fine," he hissed, his eyes not softening when he saw how upset his mum was.

"She's just trying to help," Ziggy said, standing behind Sandy, letting her know that they were all there to support her. "We all are Jase."

"Hmm seems it. My lovely bruise just shows how much you all care about me."

"Why won't you let us help you baby," Sandy pleaded once more, though she wasn't expecting a lot. The whole morning, hell the past twenty four hours had been the same argument going round and round and they'd hadn't gained any ground. Jason was still refusing to believe he had a problem and was doing everything he could to alienate them, but if the Roscoes were anything, they were fighters.

They would never turn their back on one of their own, even if that one was doing everything in his power to make them give up.

"There is nothing to help. Get that into your heads. I am fine, I've told you all this before but you're refusing to believe me, instead you're going on the word of a girl who passed her last medicine exam not even a year ago and who doesn't even do anything related to mental health. How do you know she even knows what she's talking about? You don't!"

Unwilling to continue the argument even further, Jason turned on his heel and stormed up the stairs, slamming his bedroom door behind him, leaving the remaining Roscoes in the living room at a complete loss of what to do next.

"Well... that could of gone better." Ziggy groaned, falling back onto the couch.

And there's plenty more to come!

I hope this chapter dispelled any worries about Lindsey getting to the right answer so quickly. Yes, we the audience know that she got the right answer, but there are still plenty of doubts for the family and it won't be plain sailing just because she got it right.

I chose Lindsey because she is a doctor and knows the signs of mental health (the reason why Sandy hasn't will be looked at in one of the future chapters), and from what I've seen in the show, she does seem to get involved in things that don't necessarily concern her.

Jason obviously doesn't like that she has got it right, and is using the fact that it really is nothing more than an educated guess as well as Lindsey's inexperience to his advantage, though whether it works you'll have to see!

I completely understand why some people weren't so fond of Lindsey getting it in one, I just hope this chapter and this note explained a few things for everyone and there is plenty more to come from all sides about Lindsey's 'diagnosis'. I'm also really hoping this doesn't come across as ranty, because it really isn't.
I'm loving the feedback from every single person, and any doubts or concerns that you have please share, because then if for some reason an explanation hasn't already been written in (and honestly 99% of the time they already have), I can include it into the story to help others understand where I'm going.

See you all in a few days time!