Disclaimer- If they were mine I'd be getting paid to write this stuff.
A/N- Props to jtb, as ever, my incredible beta is keeping me straight. Hey Jules, breathe, now push!

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Over the next eight weeks, Sarah endured daily physical therapy sessions that left her exhausted. Her weight dropped from 105lbs down to 90lbs and she became more and more withdrawn. Whenever Garret or Wren tried to talk to her about it, she would claim that it was a result of the fatigue from therapy. Finally Wren had had enough, she sat on the edge of Sarah's bed and gave her a hard look.

"What'd I do to deserve that?" Sarah joked feebly.

"You are a twit, I've watched you try to laugh off what's happened and hide from it. It's not working, Sarah. You know what you need to do, now get off your ass and do it." Wren crossed her arms and waited for the feeble attempts to dodge the issue to start.

Sarah lay on the bed looking down at her legs. "I can't, Wren I don't have the strength to do it again. I've tried, I just.. I can't pick up the pieces." Tears began to drop to the sheet covering her lower body. "I want to…but."

Wren wanted to hold her friend and comfort her, but what Sarah needed now was a kick in the ass. "No buts, you do it. Sarah, you've got more now than you had the first time around. Garret is crazy about you and would do anything for you. Lean on him until you have the strength to stand on your own. You know he'll be there for you for as long as you need him." Wren sighed in exasperation. "You can be so thick sometimes, Sass. You've got a good man there, use him. Think about it, okay." Wren grabbed her bag. "Now I'm going to grab some dinner, Garrett will be here in about an hour. Night, Sarah."

Sarah sat thinking after Wren left. 'Use him' she'd said. That's what Sarah was afraid of, using him and having nothing to give in return. Watching him begin to resent her for her weakness and inability to deal with her issues would kill her. She knew she had to do something before the situation became impossible. But she wasn't sure what to do.

ME'S OFFICE

Jordan noticed the light in Garret's office as she headed out.

"Thinking deep thoughts there, Garret?" She teased.

"You out for the day, Jordan?" Garret gave her a half smile.

"Off for a wild night of laundry and cleaning. Why haven't you left yet, I figured you'd already be with Sarah." Jordan had been debating telling Garret about the panic attack. He deserved to know what was going on with the woman he loved.

"I don't think she wants me there. It feels like she forcing herself to talk to me. It's very frustrating, watching her struggle to make conversation." Garret rubbed his hand across his face. "We were so easy and comfortable with each other even after the attack, but lately she seems nervous around me. I don't understand what's happening and any time I try to talk to Sarah about it she either evades the issue or says she too tired. I wish I knew what was going on."

"Um, Garret, I think you need to know something. I promised Sarah I wouldn't tell you, but she didn't keep her side of the deal." Jordan sat on the couch and Garret moved to join her.

"Jordan, if you've got a clue please tell me." He sounded desperate.

"Sarah had a panic attack a few weeks ago and I think it wasn't the last one. It was bad Garret, worse than I had after the thing with Digger." Jordan continued. "After she calmed down she said she didn't know if she had the strength to face going through all of that crap in therapy again. Sarah feels like she's emotionally right back where she was after she left Harrison. I told her she had to get help, that was my condition for keeping quiet, but I guess she hasn't."

"I thought she was seeing her therapist, but maybe I was wrong. Now it makes sense," Garret said. "She's not pulling away from me, she's hiding from herself." He grabbed his coat. "Thanks Jordan. I need to go have a long talk with a certain very stubborn woman."