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"Oh God…."
Ryan held out his arms as Summer stumbled slightly.
"But…but…I thought the doctor checked him last night?" she said, holding back her tears.
"He did, and he was fine last night."
"So…what? This isn't making sense Ryan?" she asked confused.
"He kept drinking last night. When everyone went to bed. The amount he drank, plus the vodka he had drunk earlier…well it was enough…" he explained, his voice beginning to trail off.
Summer eyes glazed over, as what Ryan was telling her began to sink in. He had done this on purpose. Was he that desperate that he had thought that was the only way? Was he really that unhappy…or was this his reaction to Kirsten and her problems?
"Do you want me to drive you to the hospital?"
Summer nodded, her mind still trying to make sense of what was happening
Kirsten nervously walked out of her son's room, to where her husband was waiting outside the door.
"Is he ok?" he asked.
"Yeah. He's going to be fine" she said, before beginning to walk down the hall.
"Kirsten…where are you going?" he called; a look of confusion on his face.
"There's something that I really need to do"
Sandy looked at the serious expression on his wife's face, before nodding his head and heading back to Seth's room.
Summer rushed into the hospital, as Ryan looked around for any sign of Sandy or Kirsten. They weren't in the waiting room anymore. Maybe they had gone in to see him?
"Seth Cohen?" he asked breathlessly at the front desk. "Have my parents gone in to see him already?"
"Yes they have actually. I'll take you to his room."
Summer and Ryan followed the nurse down the hall, and Ryan immediately saw Sandy in the corridor.
"Sandy…" he called, breaking into a run.
"Hey Ryan, Summer. Seth's awake now. He's already spoken to me and his mother. I think he'll want to see you guys too."
As he let Summer in, he grabbed hold of Ryan's arm.
"I'm sorry about before Ryan. I shouldn't have spoken to Kirsten like that."
"It's ok. I shouldn't have reacted the way I did…"
Sandy smiled, giving Ryan a quick hug.
"Thanks for being there for her Ryan. I know I haven't been handling all of this terribly well…but you…you've been there for her. "
Ryan smiled, heading inside quickly so as to avoid the awkward moment.
She stopped dead in her tracks, not wanting to go any further. She had promised him she would get help…but now…she was chickening out. Big time.
"Can I help you with something?" someone said from behind her.
She spun round quickly, the lady's sparkling green eyes looking at her kindly.
"Umm…no…" she stuttered nervously, now backing out completely.
"I must have got lost" she lied, heading towards the exit.
"What were you looking for?" she asked, but Kirsten didn't reply.
Kirsten hurried out of the therapy department of the hospital, shaking her head in frustration. She was so weak. She had no courage whatsoever. She had promised, for Seth that she would do this. And yet here she was, running away, just like she usually did. She walked through the car park, taking her keys from her bag. She unlocked her car, and sat inside. Reaching into her glove box, she pulled out a silver flask. Her hands trembled, so much so that she could hardly unscrew the lid. She finally opened it, gulping down the liquid without a second thought. She told Seth she'd get help for the cutting…and truthfully…she was pretty sure she could stop that on her own. She needed to take baby steps here. One thing at a time. As much as she hoped, she knew there was no quick fix for her problems. She wished that they would suddenly disappear, but she leant a long time ago that that was never going to happen. She was alright with giving up the cutting. Her family knew now…they would all be watching her like hawks anyway. She'd just have to be a little more careful around them now. She didn't like having to drink in secret…but she couldn't really see any other way. If they tried to take away her drinking as well, there was no doubt that she would literally fall to pieces.