A/N Thanks to everyones whos reading and reviewing this my story! I didn't think it was going to turn out that great...so you guys have really inspired me. You guys rock! Hope you like this chapter, it's slightly longer than the others. It's all going to start coming together now hopefully...)

"Sandy" Kirsten breathed, rushing over to where her husband was sitting.

"What are you doing here? Are you feeling…?"

"I'm fine, really." She interrupted a reassuring tone in her voice.

"I tried to tell her she should be resting…" Ryan added form behind her.

"Where is he? Is he ok? Is he awake yet?"

"Hey, hey, calm down" Sandy said, hugging his wife close. "I don't know anything more than what I told you on the phone"

"This is all my fault…" she said quietly, her voice muffled by his shoulder.

He pulled away, rubbing his hands up and down her shoulders.

"None of this is your fault…you hear me?" he waited for a reply, but didn't get one. He bent down a little, trying to get within her gaze.

"Kirsten…look at me…"

He put a hand under her chin, and she slowly raised her head. She looked deep into his eyes, and he made sure that she couldn't look away.

"This isn't your fault. Don't blame yourself for this."

Kirsten nodded her head slowly, closing her eyes. He kissed her lightly on the lips, getting her to sit down with him. Kirsten looked back at Ryan, who was standing awkwardly in the same spot.

"Ah…Ryan found some empty bottles in Seth's room this morning." She said.

"What?" Sandy asked the shock evident in his voice. "How many empty bottles?"

"Um, two. It was wine out of the fridge."

Sandy sighed, putting his head in his hands.

"How could he have been so stupid? Does he have a death wish or something?"

Kirsten looked at her husband, a little shocked at what he had just said.

"I can't believe that just came out of your mouth" she muttered quietly.

"Well what the hell am I meant to think Kirsten?" he snapped back.

She shot him a look, and then just rolled her eyes at him.

"You think this is easy for me? To watch our son stand by and do this to himself?" he asked, frustrated at the fact she was arguing with him.

"And what…you think this is easy for me or something?"

"Hey you definitely seem to know more about this than I do…you seem to be an expert"

Kirsten stared at him in horror, not believing that her husband was saying this to her. They were getting on so well before…how do things change so quickly? She really didn't feel like getting into another heated argument right now though. She stood up quickly, heading out the door to cool off. Ryan reached out to her, but she shrugged him off.

"Kirsten…Kirsten wait…" Sandy called to her back. He kicked his chair angrily, pissed off that they were both snapping, when they should be supporting each other.

He looked over at Ryan, who was staring angrily in Sandy's direction. Sandy said nothing, just turned away from his now fuming son. He turned back around, startled to find Ryan literally breathing down his neck.

"Ryan…please stay out of this" he said calmly.

"I'm not staying out of anything." He spat angrily, grabbing hold of Sandy's tie.

"Come on Ryan" Sandy said, but Ryan just dragged him closer.

"Don't you ever talk to Kirsten like that again, you hear me? You don't think that she's hurting just as much as you are…if not more?"

"I know she's hurting"

Ryan scoffed, letting go of his father.

"Could have fooled me."

He gave Sandy one more glare, before turning sharply and heading out the door, just as Kirsten had done. He wanted to stay…for Seth's sake…but the way Sandy and Kirsten were right now…he wasn't so sure he wanted to be anywhere near the Cohen's. Well…not when they were in the same room anyway.

Kirsten stood outside the hospital doors, breathing deeply. She was so sick of fighting with Sandy all the time. Even when their son was lying in a hospital bed…they were still at each others throats. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Ryan walk out of the hospital as well. He caught her gaze, giving her a weak smile.

"I'm going to get Summer. She should know about this."

Kirsten nodded, waving him on.

"Oh and Kirsten…" Ryan said, stopping in his tracks. "Don't let him talk to you like that"

Kirsten smiled slowly, watching Ryan leave.

"Kirsten…"

She spun around, seeing her husband standing in the doorway, looking a little nervous about calling her name.

"What is it?"

"We can go in and see Seth now…"

Seth was sitting up in his bed, unsure if he really wanted to see his parents at all. Truth was; he was scared. He was scared at what they would think of him and what they would say to him. He didn't really have much time to think about it though, because before he knew it, he had his father rush into his room.

"Oh Seth. I'm so glad you're ok. We were so worried." He said, hugging his son.

"Glad to see you too Dad" Seth said, a little sarcastically.

When Sandy eventually let go of him, Seth scanned the room for his mother.

"Where's Mom?" he asked anxiously.

"I'm here Seth" she whispered, appearing from the doorway. She hugged him tightly, relief washing through her.

"Actually, I want to talk to Mom alone" he said, turning to his father.

Sandy, although a little hurt, agreed to his son's wishes. He shot a quick look at his wife, hoping to get something out of her, but she gave him nothing. Her eyes were cold and unreadable, as was her body language. Kirsten waited until Sandy was out of the room, before pulling up a chair beside the bed.

"What is it Seth?" she asked, nervously awaiting what it was he wanted to say.

"I did all of this, because I love you…"

Kirsten could already feel tears coming to her eyes. She didn't want to hear the rest. She didn't feel like being told about what a horrible mother she was. She knew that already.

"I know that you and Dad are going to say how stupid I've been…but maybe I'm just too dumb to think of any other option."

"You're not dumb Seth…" she said, shaking her head.

"Please Mom, just let me finish." She watched him take a deep breath, his eyes small and tired looking.

"I know it was stupid, but I wanted you to understand how it felt to be me. How it felt to have to watch you drink bottle after bottle, night after night. How it felt to have to watch you cutting yourself. How it felt to have to watch you and Dad fighting all the time." He paused; not wanting to push her too far, but her face was incomprehensible. "How it felt for me, having to watch you look so unhappy every day."

"Why didn't you ever talk to me about this? Or your father? If we're doing something to upset you, it's up to you to tell us how you feel…we've had that policy since you were little."

"I know, but sometimes it's hard to tell someone things like that. Sometimes it was hard to find a spare moment, in between you drinking all the time, and you and Dad fighting, I couldn't really find the right moment you know."

Kirsten bit her lip, watching her son as he poured his heart out to her.

"What about your father, and Ryan, and Summer? Did you think about them?"

"What about me, and Ryan, and Dad? Did you think about us?"

Kirsten shook her head sadly, tears falling from her eyes.

"You're right. I didn't think about you. I'm a selfish, horrible bitch who doesn't deserve to have such a loving and forgiving family." She said through sobs.

"Oh please…I've met way bigger bitches than you Mom" Seth joked, glad that he had been able to make his Mom smile just then.

"Look, I don't care what you do Mom…all I'm asking is that you get some help. Some real help. I'll go with you if you really want me too, I'm sure Dad would as well. He loves you. I love you. I just want you to talk to someone about it, so they can help you." Seth was pleading with his mother now.

She looked at him, for the first time seeing the desperation etched into his face. He really had done this because of her. The scary thing was that it actually had made her more aware of the problem. Of her problem. She got herself into this mess, so she should be able to get herself out of it. For Seth's sake, for Ryan's sake and for Sandy's sake. But most of all, for herself. The only thing that was coming out of her stupid behaviour was hurt. All she was doing was hurting everyone that loved her, and hurting herself.

"I promise Seth. I swear to you…I'm going to get help…"