A/N Right, there's much much more, because well, I liked writing this one, a lot. the ends not for a while, and there is more than one ending-largely because my beta kept threatening to kill me every time I tried to kill Garret. We reached a consensus. Eventually.

It's a neverending world out there
And you made it this far
But believe me
There's things about me you don't know
And where do I turn to
Where do I run
Who do I seek
Cause baby it's a cry for help

Goo Goo Dolls-Cry for Help

There was a light, a bright white light. Guess it was true what they said about the white light. But suddenly, the light was gone and he thought he recognized the surroundings. It looked really familiar. There was a cacophony of voices around him and it slowly dawned on him where he was. The sterile colored walls, the people milling around him. He wasn't dead.

"Dr. Macy. Macy, you're awake, we know you're awake, you can stop pretending you're unconscious now." He squinted at the bright fluorescent light, and found himself staring at the same doctor who had treated him the last time. "Now, I see you took my advice-somewhat." The doctor said, as the rest of the crowd around him shuffled out. "You did stop drinking, just you drank too much before hand. Haven't seen DT's in a long time till now."

The doctor's intense blue eyes were boring into him. "But you're safe now. It surprised me to find out that you weren't drunk when you crashed your car. But anyway, you're fine, be glad-aside from a little bit of frostbite you're perfectly healthy. Well, you've got the DT symptoms too, but those have already started to fade, you're over the worst. Although if you start shaking like you're zapped, that's what it is. And if you start going psycho, I'm sure one of us will notice and hop you up on some nice little drugs until that's done. But get nice and cozy you're hear for at least another three days."

The doctor started to limp out after giving a quick glance to make sure that everything was as it should be on the monitors, then turned at the door. "Oh, and there's a whole bunch of people here, if you don't want either of the women I'll take them." The doctor called from the doorway and he had to fight back a smile.

There was a pause before the aforementioned group of people walked in. "Oh God, Garret, you're alright." He sat up slightly so that Lily could wrap him in a tight embrace. "When we heard that you were hurt-" She began and he couldn't take it.

"I'm fine." He said, his tone telling them to drop it. He could avoid talking it by claiming that he had come too close to death to want to talk about what happened. They would accept that. He didn't want to have to think about the fact that he had failed at even killing himself.

He could feel Jordan's glare though, she was staring at him hard, and he fought to ignore it. Instead he engaged in light, mindless conversation with the others, proving that he was indeed alright. That he wasn't hurt, no matter how much he wanted to be. He was proving that everything was fine. At least on the outside.

They stayed until they were kicked out by the nurse, saying that visiting hours were over. Jordan was the last one to leave, lingering behind the rest. "You sure you're alright" She asked and he nodded.

"It was an accident Jordan, you've seen the weather out there, I was speeding through a near whiteout." Her eyes met his, and he could see the apprehension in her face, she wasn't believing him, but he didn't care, it could pass as the truth.

"Get out of here soon." She said quietly before walking out, leaving him feeling more alone than he ever had. He had failed at everything. He had failed at being a father, he had failed at keeping his drinking in check, he had even failed at killing himself. He should have just not cared and done something that would have been obvious but would have gotten the job done. He should have just taken a gun to his head and not cared, at least he wouldn't have another thing that he failed at to mock him.