Mwahaha... GOD I'M EVIL!

Don't give up hope children... Mwahahaha...

PS: 1 more after this and The Wall is a wrap. I know this chapter could stand as the finale, but I have plans for chapter 31. Besides, 31 is a better number than 30. HA. In other news, the sequel will be called "Lithium Crash".

PSS: CRASH... your a freak. You should know me by now...

Chapter 30 / How Blue Her Eyes Can Be

"Girl, are you okay? They're about to leave..." Tommy stepped into the room, stumbling backwards as he saw Jude suspended from the shower head. His lungs collapsed at the sight of her face, eyes closed and blue. He rushed to her, knees buckling as his hands fumbled with the knot that buried in her hair. "Jude, no..."

He managed to remove the vice-grip noose from around her neck, his fingers tracing along the ruby red stripe branding her skin as he pulled her into his arms. His actions went into overdrive, every medical program and cop show episode he'd ever seen coming to him in brief flashes. Check her pulse... Try CPR... Breathe for her, damn you!

He pressed his fingers to her neck. He thought he felt something, but maybe his shaking hands were deceiving him. He laid her on the icy tiles, tilted her head back, and pressed his lips to hers. He gave her all of the air he could manage; pushing down on her chest in an act that even he felt was futile.

"JUDE! Come on, breathe. BREATHE GOD DAMN YOU!" He pounded against her sternum, stinging tears of frustration falling down his cheeks. "FUCKING BREATHE, GIRL! YOU WILL NOT GO OUT LIKE THIS, NOW FUCKING WAKE UP!"

"Tommy, is everything okay in here?" Sadie screamed as she realized what she was looking at.

"Hurry... Call an ambulance!"

"Oh my god... No... Oh my god..."

"NOW, SADIE!"

Sadie ran from the bathroom, Tommy returning to the girl on the floor. Come on, Quincy. Keep breathing for her. She needs the oxygen. She'll wake up. She isn't dead. Breathe. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. BREATHE. 1, 2, 3...

Time stood still as he continued his CPR, the EMTs arriving quickly to the scene of the accident. They wheeled her away, allowing no one the kindness of riding with her.

They all waited impatiently in the ER waiting room. Everyone, including the paparazzi, had arrived to the hospital within minutes of the ambulance, the throng of people setting up shop quickly. Stuart paced the halls while Victoria sat idly in the corner. Sadie had escaped to the bathroom, followed by a newly arrived Kat. Tommy stood at the payphone punching it periodically; Jaime trying to calm his arch-nemesis. Flash bulbs went off, questions were fired. Everything turned into a circus and fast.

A young doctor appeared from the far door leading from the emergency bay, looking down at his clip board.

"Mr. and Mrs. ...Harrison?"

Stuart and Victoria both jumped at their names, scurrying towards the man. Tommy strolled over behind them, breathing again becoming labored.

"Did she make it? Or is she..." Victoria broke down at the thought of her youngest child being dead.

The doctor held out his hand, ushering everyone to a seat. He stood above them authoritatively, looking to and from his notes.

"She did make it..."

Stuart threw his head back, weeping as he mumbled words to the ceiling.

"Is she going to be ok?"

"She will be. Luckily for her, she was discovered before her oxygen deprivation turned critical. From what we can conclude from our preliminary tests, her basic functions are fine, but we think she's damaged her larynx. We aren't sure how certain motor functions or her memory has been affected. May I ask something, though?" Everyone nodded in direction. "For what she's gone through, she became lucid rather quickly. She kept talking to herself. She even began shouting at things, if you could call it shouting. As I mentioned, her larynx is pretty much shot for the time being, but she is able to speak. Why is she doing this, though? There is no record of her having any mental disorders; though we have had her talk to a psychiatrist I called in."

Tommy looked at the man, turning quickly from him. Stuart noticed his actions, speaking up for him.

"She kind of... went... crazy."

The doctor nodded his head as if the revelation was already known.

"I figured as much. The psychiatrist told me that she thinks she's had a psychotic break. We've administered a quick-acting injection of an antipsychotic medication per request. She's also on suicide watch."

Victoria tried composing herself, wiping her face with a tissue before speaking up.

"When can she come home?"

"If everything goes according to plan, then we estimate that she can return home by the end of the week. Mrs. Harrison, if I may really blunt, Jude is a very disturbed young lady and needs psychiatric help. We highly advise that she seek help... in-patient help."

"We'll get her help, but I don't think a hospital is all that necessary."

"Do it."

The doctor turned his attention to Tommy.

"Excuse me. And you are?"

"Tom Quincy."

"Tom, let us handle this, ok?"

"What is your relationship with Miss Harrison?"

"I'm..." He stared directly at Victoria then to the entrance of the ER. "I'm her boyfriend."

"I KNEW IT!" Victoria jumped from her seat, standing in front of Tommy. "YOU did this! YOU nearly killed her!"

Tommy's face fell, tears of anger and sadness springing to his eyes.

"Mom," Again, the most silent person in the room spoke up and moved beside her mother. "Shut the hell up. Tommy didn't do this. If anyone is to blame for all of this, it's us – me with my need for revenge and you with your war against the one thing Jude had to hold onto. HE found her. HE took care of her for the time he had her. HE looked out for her when all you wanted to do is rip her apart. HE saved her fucking life! Give it a rest, ok?"

"Maybe she's right, Sadie. Maybe I did all of this." Tommy sighed into his hands. "I never wanted to hurt her though, ok? I never wanted to drive her to this. I love her. All I want is the best for Jude and if a hospital is what she needs, just give it to her. Please, for her."

Stuart stood and joined his ex-wife, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

"He's right, Vee. She needs this. Look at what we've done already. If she comes home, maybe we won't be having this discussion next time. And I'd almost bet that there will be a next time. Where would she go?"

"We're thinking Brice. It's the best facility for handling such cases."

"Mom? Do the right thing."

Victoria nodded her head, staring down at the floor.

"Ok. Ok. If it's for the best..."

The doctor gave the bunch a sympathetic smile, jotting something down in his notes.

"We'll make the arrangements for you. It is for the best, Mrs. Harrison. I can assure you that."