Two weeks had passed since the day which showed Jeff the true, the two weeks with an attempt to mend had just flown by. The whole starting process of mending someone was difficult, no body knew where was best to start. Jeff was trying his hardest to encourage her but it wasn't going well at all. At the beginning of the week time was being put down to be the best healer for Abby, but by now they were starting to think otherwise. Abby was depressed and was a drunk, every night Abby would consume vast amounts of vodka in a attempt to stop feeling, the feelings she had inside then she was sober were killing her. She was becoming even more distant from everyone and with a desire to be alone she would spend most of her time locked in her room complete with a carton of cigarettes and a bottle of vodka. When she did leave her room and come into human contact, it was Jeff she spent most of her time with, after all she was living in the same house as him and Amy and Matt were on the road most of the time. Shannon and a couple others of Jeff's friend would occasionally come round to offer support but Abby would only want to be with Jeff. Due to the time the two of them had spend together they were becoming more close, Jeff no longer took anger out on her anymore and allowed himself to be around when Abby needed someone to blame. They worked well together as a unit and got on, Abby would even sometime seem a lot better when she was around him, but the littlest things would set her back, judging by the frame of mind she'd be in Jeff would have to watch what he'd say. It was difficult living like this for Jeff, being on egg shells but it was the only way he cold watch over her, after realising the scars on Abby's wrists he was worried that feeling the way she was that she might try something like that again.

"Abby do you think maybe we should get a doctor for you to see?" Jeff asked her a tactfully as he could as they ate dinner together.

"A shrink you mean? No fucking way…" she protested before taking a bite of her pasta.

"Abs you wanna get better don't you?"

"I'm not going to a shrink Jeff."

"Okay no shrink, well how about we give you parents a call?"

"My parents? No chance, they don't wanna know about me, they made it perfectly clear last time I tried that they didn't want anything at all to do with me."

"Maybe if you just explained…"

"Jeff I said no…" she said firmly.

"I want you to get better Abby, you know that's all I want don't ya?" he asked her stopping his eating. "I'm trying my hardest here to help you…"

"I know, I'm trying hard to…"

"Let's go to see a doctor, at least just to get some advice then…please Abby."

Abby thought about it for a while, she really didn't want to go and see anyone but looking at the pain in Jeff's eyes was breaking her heart, she knew what he was doing for her, he'd given up a lot. Maybe going to see a doctor was the least she could do.

"Okay," she said looking at him as he ate his food.

"Okay what?"

"I'll go and see a doctor… will you come with me though?"

Jeff smiled at her and got up out of his seat. He hugged her tightly, "Yes I'll come with you, you know I will Abby."

TWO DAYS LATER.

Abby and Jeff arrived at the surgery hand in hand, she was nervous, she'd never tried to get professional help before, she had been advised it when she was in hospital getting her wrists stitched up but had declined. She held onto Jeff's hand extra tight as he spoke to the receptionist for her.

"Jeff, I think I'll go in on my own." She told him as they both sat down side by side in the hectic waiting room.

"Really you think you can do that?" he asked her.

"I'd like to try." She told him smiling as he smiled back. She knew that this was making him happy and knew that it was going to be the first proper step into recovering, but thinking about it she realised that it was something she would have to do on her own.

"Miss Ryan!" a nurse yelled a few minutes later.

"I guess that's me," she said apprehensively as she stood up.

"You'll be fine, I'm so proud of you Abby. I'll be right here when you come out, okay?" he said to her in an attempt to calm her down a little.

"Ahhhh Miss Abby Ryan?" the male doctor asked as she entered.

"Yes…" she replied.

"So what seems to be the problem?" he asked her, not taking his head away from his forms.

"I'm depressed…" she told him bluntly.

The doctor looked up from his writing and blinked and the young women in front of him, "How long have you felt this way?" he asked her more friendly this time.

"Months now I think…"

"Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"

"No not at all..."

"Do you sleep well?" he asked scribbling things down in her file.

"No not all most nights."

"Ah ha I see, what about eating habits?"

"Don't find my self very hungry most of the time."

"Any drug abuse? Either current or previous?"

"Yes… for a year and a half. I've been clean though now for eleven months."

"Any elaboration on the drugs?" she asked, still soothing, not judging.

"Cocaine…"

"What about any habits now?"

"Smoke and drink is all."

"Right, and how about and suicide attempts?"

She didn't answer she showed him her wrists instead.

"Right then Abby, what I'm going to do is put you on a strong course of anti- depressants, also I'm going to give you a number of a counsellor who I deeply advise you to get in touch with. It seems you have a very strong case of depression Abby and are going to be need a lot of attention." He told her as wrote out her prescription and then scribbled down a number on a separate piece of paper. "Now I strongly advise you to phone this number Abby." He handed her the paper and the prescription note. "I'll need you to come back and see me once the course is finished."

Abby thanked the doctor and then left his office to go and find Jeff in the waiting room.