Thanks to all reviewers and prue101, I couldn't get your e-mail to work. Sorry. And to all I've upset with this last chapter I apologize. And also to prue101 if you'd read the updated summery for this fic, the rating is for ATTEMPTED SUICIDE. And Calen, I will not kill Marlee, she's based on me!!! Hence, she is not working for Barbus.

"Leo!" Piper's voice ran out again. She was trying to go into her calm crisis mode, but it wasn't working. She had tears in her eyes and her whole body was trembling.

A moment later, Leo orbed in, clad in plaid pajamas. "What is it?" he asked, while trying to stifle a yawn. Piper pointed a finger to Chris's body on the floor. Leo immediately stepped over to his son and tried to heal his wounds. Nothing happened.

"What's wrong?" Piper demanded, quickly wiping the tears from her eyes. "Why can't you heal him?"

Leo looked up at her, tears in his eyes too, "I can't heal self-inflicted wounds."

"No!" Piper all but screamed. "He couldn't have..... he wouldn't.... he...." Piper trailed off in silent sobs, while Paige and Phoebe stood helpless.

Marlee, on the other hand, wasn't ready to let Chris die just yet. "Leo," she said sternly, "Orb Chris to the hospital." Leo was still in a horrified trance. "Leo! Get him to a hospital now!"

"But what about...?"

"Don't worry about exposure, Leo, your son is dying! Now go, we'll follow you in a few minutes," Marlee said. She was handling this very well, almost too well.

Leo nodded, picked Chris up in his arms, and orbed to the hospital.

"C'mon Piper," Paige said softly, "Chris'll be okay. Let's go meet Leo at the hospital."

Piper nodded, and followed her sisters out of the room. Marlee hung back. "Are you coming?" asked Piper.

Marlee nodded. "Yeah," as she walked out of the room, she snatched a piece of paper off the floor, near where Chris had been, and put it in her pocket.

About ten minutes later, Wyatt orbed to the Manor to find it empty, just as his father's had been. "Mom? Aunt Phoebe? Aunt Paige? Hello? Prue? Marlee? Is anyone home?" He called. After walking into the kitchen, he found a hastily written note on the table.

Wyatt,

We took Chris to the hospital. Meet us there so we can explain.

Love,

Mom

Wyatt did as he was told and orbed to the hospital as soon as he could. He reached the front desk, deciding it would probably be the easiest way to find his family.

"Excuse me?" He said, trying to get the secretary's attention. "Hey!"

The woman looked up. "Yes?" she replied, seeing Wyatt's panicking.

"What room is Christopher Halliwell in?" he asked anxiously.

"Halliwell? One moment," The woman turned and searched her files for Wyatt's brother. "Oh, he's still in trauma. If you're looking for your family they're probably outside waiting for news. It's just down the hall and to the right." The woman pointed towards trauma.

"Thank you!" Wyatt called over his shoulder to the lady behind the desk, as he tore down the hall to find someone he knew.

He saw Marlee first, sitting in a chair next to the vending machine. "Marlee," he panted, coming up next to her, "what happened?"

Marlee looked up at Wyatt, and that's when he noticed she was shaking. "Chris tried to kill himself."

"What?" Wyatt asked, praying he hadn't heard her right.

"I just told you, your little brother attempted a suicide! He took a pocket knife and cut up his arms! He nearly bled to death! Do you understand now?" Marlee shouted, causing some people down the hall to stare.

"Why?" Wyatt asked, his gaze dropping to the tile flooring.

"Here," Marlee said stuffing Chris's note in Wyatt's hand, "I'm going to the bathroom. Your mom is just outside the operating room if you need her."

Wyatt opened the paper and smoothed it out with trembling hands. The writing was shaky and choppy, not like Chris's usual hand writing at all. Wyatt inhaled deeply, then he allowed his eyes to read the writing on the paper.

Dear Everyone,

I'm sorry for what I've done, I know that you didn't see this coming. I've considered doing this for a while, and I guess now I've finally worked up the courage to do it. I know you'll all say you miss me, and mourn me on my birthdays. But you'll only do it because you'll feel bad that you couldn't stop me. Couldn't help me. Don't be sorry, I know that you just thought I was quiet. I'll miss you, but you'll be a lot better off without me. I love you all.

Christopher

Wyatt couldn't believe it. Chris must have been completely positive that nobody wanted him. He thought they all hated him. He never signs Christopher, he won't even admit that's his real name. He really wanted to die. But he can't!

The next day at school and assembly was held on Chris's behalf. Many of the people who'd been part of the Marlee and Chris rumor left school that day with a guilty conscience.

Wyatt was allowed to miss school, and he spent the majority of the day waiting for his younger brother to awaken. At around four thirty, Leo and Piper left the hospital room to get a breath of fresh air. Wyatt stayed behind. Something about this whole ordeal left him feeling weighed down with guilt. Could I have stopped him? Would he have listened? Wyatt thought.

"Where am I?" came a quiet voice from the hospital bed.

Wyatt jumped a mile, then realized that Chris was awake. He felt some strange impulse to hug his little brother, but controlled himself. Who knew, truly knew, what kind of an emotional state that Chris was in? So Wyatt answered him. "You're in the hospital."

Chris looked confused, and then a sudden look of dread etched itself onto his face. he knew why he was in the hospital. He knew that he was alive. He thought that he was in a lot of trouble if Wyatt was there.

"Mom and Dad went to get some fresh air, and maybe something to eat," Wyatt answered his brother's eyes darting around the room. "Are you okay?"

Wyatt regretted the question as soon as it left his mouth. If Chris had been "okay" all the other times that Wyatt had asked, why would this time be any different. He began to think of what to say after Chris lied to him, but Chris's answer stunned him.

"I just tried to commit suicide and it didn't work. Do I look okay?" Chris said quietly.

Wyatt shut his mouth. Chris hadn't even raised his voice, or even been rude, but the effect sent shivers down his spine.

That's it, sorry that I never really update anymore. I've been working more on Let It Out than anything.