(well, two days is just a little bit quicker than the two weeks it took me between the last two parts! lol! Hope you enjoy this part. I tried to show some of the slightly medical stuff, without putting too much in- I don't want to overload, and if I put too much I'm sure to get something wrong. I have done a lot of research on this topic, so I hope it's accurate. If you know more than me, and it's not, please let me know, as I want to portray bipolar disorder in the right way. Thanks for all the lovely feedback- keep it coming! XxJoxx)

PART FOUR-

Harry looked warily at his mother. She looked confused, upset, even angry, and she was gripping his hand so tight it was beginning to hurt. He wanted to ask her to let go, but was afraid that she'd get cross at him, so he just bit his lip and put up with it. She hadn't been happy for the last few days. Everything he and Jess did, they got yelled at, he'd seen her crying several times, and she hardly talked to Daddy. When they were both at home at the same time she'd just cry, while he held her in his arms. Harry was only little, and didn't have much experience in life, but he knew that this wasn't right. He'd been brought up in a happy family, with parents who were best friends and did everything together. His life so far had generally been very happy, and he didn't like to see the people he cared about upset. He tried to make Mummy feel better, by keeping out of the way, and trying his best to be good, but it hadn't seemed to work. He'd always thought that because Jess was older she knew more things, but even asking her about the last few days hadn't helped. She was just as confused as him.

Now, he was being dragged along somewhere by Mummy. She was still just as upset as she had been the last few days, but she seemed determined now. She pulled him along, not allowing him to slow down even for a little while. He recognised that they were near the hospital, but wasn't sure why they were there. They couldn't be visiting Daddy, otherwise Mummy would be happier, and he wasn't ill so that couldn't be why they were going. He wanted to ask her, but was again scared at what she might do. He didn't like this Mummy; he wanted his old one back.

Abby tightened her grip on Harry's hand, using it as a way to relieve her fear. She didn't quite realise what she was doing, her mind was so set on setting him to the consultation and finding out what was going on. She was scared, terrified. He was her son, she loved him, and he was bipolar. This was her fault, hers and hers alone. She was irresponsible, stupid. She could tell that Harry was struggling to keep up with her, but she just kept pulling him along with her. This appointment was important, not something they could be late for. She wouldn't be late for it. She'd spent her childhood being late for things, or not turning up because of her mother. She was responsible, she told herself. Not responsible enough to not have kids though.

*** "Susan, could you take over the projectile vomiting in four, I'm going on my break," Carter asked, passing the chart over to her.

"Oh no you don't. Since when did you take a break John Carter? I'm not taking projectile vomiting from you!" she laughed.

"Really, Susan. I'm going on a break." Despite her teasing, he wasn't smiling. John Carter's normal lopsided grin wasn't in evidence. "Just take it, okay?" He was being short with her. They were great friends; he was rarely like that with her. She was one of the few people he'd actually talk to, besides Abby. He shoved the chart into her hands, and started to walk off.

"Wait, Carter!" she called, running after him. She took his arm and stopped him. "What's going on?"

"Nothing, really," he said, trying to pull away from her.

"You can't fool me that easily. I've known you longer than most people here, tell me what's going on."

"I said no, and I mean no." She finally let him go, realising she wasn't going to get anywhere with this. As he walked off he turned back to her. "I'll be on psych with Abby and Harry if I'm needed," he told her, and then entered the lift.

Susan was left standing in the corridor, staring after him. Harry? Surely not. She'd known there was a risk, but hadn't expected anything to come out in such a young child. She looked down at the chart, and made her way to exam room four. Projectile vomiting wasn't so bad after all. It was better than Carter's option.

*** Carter entered the psych department, and spotted Abby and Harry sitting on some chairs in the corridor. He walked over to them, sitting down on a chair. Abby gave him a half-hearted smile, and Harry jumped down off his seat and rushed over to him.

"Hi Daddy!" he said, giving him a big hug. He could tell he wasn't happy, and knew it was because Abby wasn't happy.

"We're just waiting for the consultant," Abby explained, and he reached out to take her hand in his. He squeezed it tightly, trying to reassure her. She squeezed back, and leant her head against his shoulder.

A few minutes later a tall, thin lady with cropped brown hair walked out of a room. She came towards them, asking "Harry Carter?" Abby nodded, motioning towards Harry. "Would you all like to come in, please?" They followed her into a small room, which was decorated in a friendly, homely sort of way. There were comfy chairs, and a coffee table in the middle of the room. To one side was a desk, and the walls were lined with bookshelves. It wasn't at all like the image that you normally got when thinking about psychiatric consultation rooms.

"My name's Dr. Louise Brighton," she began. "Now, what have you come to see me about today?" "I think Harry might be bipolar," Abby explained quickly. Harry turned to look at her, a puzzled expression on his face. Bipolar: wasn't that what Grandma Maggie had?

"Do you have experience with bipolar disorder? Age appropriate actions can quite often be mistaken for symptoms of bipolar disorder."

"My mother's bipolar. I have experience with it, and I know that her being bipolar puts my children in a high-risk category."

"Okay," Louise nodded. "Could you please describe his 'symptoms' to me?"

"He's over excited, talks continually without stopping. He doesn't even seem to be talking about one thing particular, just random thoughts that kind of fall out of his mouth." Louise looked at the quiet, well-behaved child sitting on the sofa between his mother and father. "I can't get him to bed until late, he's too excited. Some of his actions have been stupid, shown poor judgement. He's impulsive, does things that he shouldn't without thinking about it, he."

"Thank you Mrs. Carter, you need not go on," the doctor interrupted.

"But there's more," Abby protested.

"I've heard plenty, thank you." She reached for some papers from her desk. "I'm going to ask you and Harry about a few things now. But before we start, I want to ensure that you know this: the symptoms you've described are more common in adults, children having manic episodes are normally destructive and irritable."

"But it's possible. I know that different people suffer different symptoms. And isn't it true that male sufferers usually begin with a manic episode?"

"Yes, you're right. But at the moment I just want to reassure you that the possibility isn't as great as you fear." Louise had done this many times, tried to convince parents that their child may well be fine. In this case, however, it seemed to be harder. This woman was so obviously convinced that her son was bipolar, there seemed to be little she could do. Except do her job, and find out whether this child's mother's suspicions were correct.

She passed a piece of paper to the man, hoping that she'd get a more accurate answer from him than his wife. "It would help me a lot in my diagnosis if you could fill this in, for Harry. Please try to be as accurate as you can. It's a passage about bipolar disorder, I'd like you to tick after every sentence that you feel describes Harry." He nodded, taking the piece of paper and a pen. "Perhaps you and your wife could go outside and fill it out, while I talk to Harry for a bit?" He nodded, and rose from his seat, taking his wife's hand.

"Harry, will you stay here and talk to Dr. Louise for a while?" The young boy nodded. "Be good, Mummy and Daddy will be back in a minute."

Louise watched the couple leave the room, before turning to Harry, hoping to get some more useful information from the child now that he wasn't under his mother's influence.

*** Abby and John sat next to each other on the chairs, John grasping the piece of paper that may or may not reveal whether their worries were correct. He started to read it aloud, debating points with Abby, trying to make sure it was as accurate as possible. It was something called the 'Bipolar Spectrum Diagnostic Scale' and John couldn't help thinking that maybe Abby, and even him, was answering differently, because she expected Harry to be bipolar, and that maybe this wasn't the most accurate way to find it out. But Dr. Brighton was a psychiatrist, she knew what she was talking about. They had to trust her to make an accurate diagnosis, just like people trusted them every day in the ER to diagnose and treat their family correctly.

*** "Right, I think we should start off by introducing ourselves, shouldn't we?" Louise said, smiling. Harry nodded cautiously. "I'm Dr. Louise Brighton, but you can just call me Louise, okay?" He nodded again. "How about you then?"

"Harry Robert Carter," he whispered quietly. "But I'm just called Harry normally." She smiled at him, trying to be reassuring.

"Okay, Harry. How are you feeling at the moment?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, giving her a puzzled look.

"Are you happy, or sad, or scared, or relieved, or what?"

"Oh. I'm not very happy," he told her.

"And why's that, sweetie?"

"Because my Mummy and Daddy are sad, and Mummy gets cross and upset," Harry explained, trying not to cry.

"Do you know why that is, Harry?"

"It's since I went to the park with Mummy. I jumped off the climbing frame. I think I upset her- it's my fault that she's upset."

"Oh no, Harry, don't blame yourself." She took his small hand in hers, and he smiled at her. "Do you know why you're here?"

"Is it something to do with that bipolar thing?" She nodded. "My Grandma Maggie has that. She makes my Mummy real angry. Is that what's going to happen? Am I going to make Mummy angry?"

"Of course not Harry!" she tried to assure him. A tear started to run down his face, and she passed him a tissue. "Don't you be upset. We're going to find out what's going on so that you're Mummy's happy again. Would that be nice?" He nodded, wiping at his eyes.

"Good. Now, I just need you to answer me a few more questions, and then we'll call Mummy and Daddy back in, okay?"

*** Abby scared at the piece of paper in her hands. The piece of paper saying that Harry wasn't bipolar. She couldn't quite believe it, didn't know how to react. It was brilliant news, but at the same time she was sure that she had been right, and wanted a second opinion. What if he was bipolar, and this Dr. Brighton didn't know what she was talking about?

"Stop worrying about him Abby, he's fine," John said, coming up behind her, as if reading her thoughts. "You had reason to be worried, but you don't anymore. All the tests have come back negative. He's fine." He wrapped his arms around her waist, dropping light kisses along her neck.

"I'm sorry I was so stupid," she apologised, turning in his arms. "I'm sorry for worrying you for no reason."

"Don't be," he kissed her gently on the lips. "You had every reason to be worried. I'm sorry I got cross at you, just for going with your maternal instincts."

"Maybe we should just stop apologising, huh?" she grinned, and kissed him. "Harry's fine, we're fine. Let's just remember that."

*** (Next part isn't written yet, but I know what I want to write. I'm not sure how long it'll take me, but I'll try to get it done soon.)