A/N Ah the return of horribly angsty "let me die in peace" Garret...he gets better...but rock bottom is looming on the horizon... but I'm going to let the lyrics for this one speak. Sorta. I mean, they do a good bit about foreshadowing what's to come...And Jules, c'mon, can YOU see the little men in white coats dragging Garret off? He is NOT the prozac poster boy in the least, he hates having to talk to Stiles, do you think he'd open up if he was forced into one against his will? And can you see Jordan forcing him into one? Nope...and I ADORE House, I was just at the REAL Princeton Med last night getting my finger fixed up...

Sick and tired of this world
There's no more air
Trippin over myself
Going nowhere
Waiting, suffocating
No direction
And I took a dive
And on the way down
I saw you
And you saved me from myself

Ryan Cabrera-On The Way Down

He felt sharp pain through his arm and he woke up and looked down to find a piece of gauze taped down to his arm, the faintest hint of red peeking through. He felt a gentle hand rubbing one of his, and he looked over to find her sitting there, a look of fear written in her features. She smiled, more out of relief than anything down at him. "You're alright." She said and he merely nodded.

Whether or not he wanted to be was a different story. He didn't want to be, but hearing Abby's voice asking him why had stopped him, if it wasn't for that, he would be gone by now. "Yeah. I am." He said and she glared at him.

"Garret, please, don't, please, what'll it take to get you to realize that it isn't that bad, what will it take for you to realize that people care about you? Please." She was begging with him, pleading, clinging onto him, sobbing. "Garret-" She begged and he looked down at his arm guiltily. He shouldn't have stopped.

He should've kept on going, he shouldn't have let the voice stop him, he wouldn't have to worry about the woman sobbing at him, for him. He looked up at her and frowned, this was not what he had wanted when he put the scalpel against his skin. He had wanted to finally be free.

"Jordan-" He started and she gave him a long hard look.

"Garret, what it is, why are you like this?" He looked down again. "What drove you to this point, what is it that got you this far down?" What was it? It was a lot of things. "Start from the beginning." She said.

"How far back is the beginning?" He asked. "It started long time ago. Probably when Maggie and I split, that's when I started drinking a lot-" He started.

"But you were never that bad, you were always pretty good." He shrugged.

"I cut back, it was easier then, but once Abby was gone, I had nothing left."This was harder to do than he was making it sound."No reason to stop. Nothing to keep me from drinking myself to death, no reason not to do that." She looked at him.

"I'm not a good enough reason? Lily, Bug, Nigel, none of them are a good enough reason?" He shrugged.

"No." He said simply. "You're not worth the nightmares Jordan, you're not worth being up all night with only booze to drive them away."

"Why didn't you talk to Stiles, to Lily, to me?" He shrugged.

"Did you really want to hear about my problems Jordan? Did you really want to hear me say that I'd wake up every night because I kept seeing Abby mocking me for not noticing the signs? Did you really want to listen to me sound like the man that I am, wallowing in self pity?" She nodded.

"Garret, if I had known it would progress to this-" She said.

"There's nothing you could do about it anyway, what can you do for nightmares?" She shrugged.

"I don't know, but Stiles did something for mine. Garret, you have to do something, please." He couldn't take it, seeing her sobbing there. "Please." She repeated, and he pulled her close. "You have to do something about what you've done to yourself. I love you, the whole staff loves you, you're my best friend, I can't take this, I can't take losing you."

She pulled him close, sobbing into him. "Jordan-" He felt a lump building in his own throat. "Jordan, it's just so damn-you don't know what it's like." He said feeling threatening tears pricking at his eyes. "You don't know what it's like, the past six months have been absolute hell, every single night I'd see her, she keeps mocking me, telling me what a horrible father I was, reminding me of all the things I've done wrong, I've fucked up Jordan, fucked up big time."

He was trying to hide the tears that had escaped. "You haven't Garret, you were a good father-" He shook his head.

"I couldn't-" He gave up trying to hide the tears. "I couldn't even cry for her, Jordan, I couldn't shed a single damn tear for her. The only thing that would get rid of her was the booze and it's stopped working for me. There's nothing left Jordan, the nightmares won't stop, I can't sleep and I keep seeing her whenever I blink, even when I'm sitting here she's lurking, waiting for me to let down my guard-" He was rambling, not caring. "Jordan, I just want to be away from all of this, just let me go. Go back to Boston and forget about me."

He rolled over away from her, and she wrapped her arm around his waist pulling him close. "Garret, I'm here for you, no matter what." She said, burying her head against his slightly shaking shoulders. "Garret, you gotta get past this man, you're going to." Garret wondered which one of them she was trying to convince.