A/N:

sorry for the wait. hope you enjoy this chapter.

LTSFF

They were all in the waiting room. It had been an hour since Bugs had been brought in and all they knew was that the doctors were doing several tests on the rabbit. As they were forced to wait, they couldn't help but think about what they had learned.

Bugs had always been a rather mysterious character. Until tonight, the only thing they knew about Bugs's past was that he didn't go to high school, he invented the carrot peeler, and he's worn his gloves since before they had even known him.

He was rather intelligent and he seemed to know his way around most things. He was a kind person, even if he was rather sarcastic. He was always helping others to be better than they already were. And he loved and appreciated life.

To think the reason for some of these things was because his own family had abandoned him for something he couldn't help. He was strong and independent because he hadn't had a choice. He raised himself since he was three and had to live through life and learn it's lessons the hard way: On his own and at too young an age.

Living alone in a forest full of predators and hunters. Having to survive them, as well as what ever was affecting him now. It wasn't a wonder that he hadn't been sure on whether or not to trust any of them with what little information he willingly gave them.

He never had any one he could do that with. Never had some one he could be vulnerabke around and not risk being stabbed in the back or betrayed with it.

And they had betrayed that when they kept questioning him. But they had too, because Bugs hadn't been able to tell the doctors himself. And considering his actions towards the knowledge of an ambulance, he probably wouldn't have any ways.

It was shortly after they explained every thing they knew that the doctor in charge had asked them a question they couldn't answer. "Do you know which of the three triggers it was this time?"

No. They didn't know. And as they sat down and waited for any news, they thought back on the past few months for a change in the rabbit. As it would turn out though, he was better at hiding how he was feeling than they thought. They couldn't think of a single thing that was stressing him out. Causing anxiety. Or even made him depressed. Which had lead them all down a different trail of thought.

How had Bugs handled it when depression was the trigger before? Had depression been the trigger any time recently? Was depression the cause this time? And what could they do to help their friend, who worked so hard to help them when they needed it?

The group had nothing to go on, seeing as Bugs was so good at hiding things. "I can't believe I fell for what he said." Daffy sighed.

"What do you mean, Daffy?" Frank asked.

"It was a few weeks ago, but I noticed the circled week. He said it was the days he chose for sending us on trips because we were stressed or exhausted. I didn't think it was him sending us away so he could keep his almost dying a secret. I'm such an idiot." Daffy growled at him self.

"Now Daffy, I'm sure Bugs did that with an intent for you to have fun and relax, as well as for him to keep this a secret." Walter said.

"Maybe, but I should have known. I've known him longer, and I never even had a clue!" Daffy retorted, self loathing clear in his voice.

"Now son, no one had a clue. It had nothing to do with oversight on yours or ours part. Bugs is just too good at hiding his feelings and emotions. Probably didn't have another option growing up." Frank told him. Their other friends nodded. Daffy shouldn't feel like it was his fault. The duck blamed himself enough as it was.

"I guess. Maybe. But I'm always around him, you know?" He said defeated. "I should have noticed something." He insisted.

"There's nothing we can do about that. It's the past. What we need to do is think about how to help Bugs now." Tina said. Lola nodded.

"Tina's right. Maybe being there for him now, can help us to make up for not being their these past few months." The girl said. They all shared a look and nodded.

"That's a good idea. Although, he probably shouldn't be alone. We'll need to figure out what set this off." Daffy said.

"B-but don't y-you think i-it's a b-b-bit strange?" Porky asked.

"What?" They asked.

"I-if it's only e-every two m-months, then why d-did it happen only a f-few weeks after th-the last attack?" Porky wondered.

"That would be because your friend has been over working himself, which lead to the decrease of his time." They looked over to see a doctor. "I'm Doctor Conner. I'm Mr. Bugs Bunny's doctor."

A/N: CLIFFY! please tell me what you think and ill try getting nect chapter up in a week or 2. thanks for reading!