It had been a week since everything happened, Hector was still sick and it was starting to worry Tallon a lot. His didn't last this long, but Hector had been sick and miserable for a week and wasn't showing signs of getting any better. After day three, Tallon suggested taking him to the doctor but he didn't want to go and said he was fine-his famous words from Basic. Tallon didn't fight him on it because Hector was still agreeing to stay in bed, eat light, and sleep it off. The fever was on and off between normal 98.6 and 104.5. Tallon did say that if that fever hit 105, they were going to the hospital because that was a danger zone for the human body temperature. Hector agreed to go if it got that high, aside from the temperature being back and forth: he was also throwing up, achy, and weak. Headaches, the stomach pains, feeling like he was carrying a lot of weight on his body, couldn't sleep or eat a lot. It sounded like the flu but normally that was over in three to five days. Right now, they were on day seven and Tallon didn't like it.

Hector's mood aside from miserable was pretty nonexistent. Tallon did go through with getting a restraining and no contact order on Spencer. It stated that he couldn't come on their property line or be within three hundred feet of them at anytime, also that he couldn't contact Hector or Tallon for any reason at all. If Val wanted to talk to Hector then he had to be the one to call her and then be in another room completely from Spencer so he couldn't make comments or lead her on for Hector to drop the two orders. Tallon at Hector's request did not bring up that Spencer had hit him, Hector just wanted it to be done and over with, Tallon understood that and didn't push the issue because Hector was sick and knew he just wanted to let it go so for his sake, he didn't push him about it.

Hector was very hurt over what Spencer did by hitting him-but the words cut deeper than anything else. Saying that he was disgracing the family by resigning his contract with the military, that he needed to grow up and work a real job. Saying that he actually disgraced the family by marrying Tallon behind everyone's backs. Everything hurt him about that night a week ago, hurt enough to bring back the depression he thought he had under control and with that depression came back a lot of old wounds that reopened with feeling neglected and hated, that his father didn't have time for him and didn't care or love him. Hector was back to feeling like no matter what he did, he just wasn't enough for his father to be proud of him. Hector's thoughts were wandering a lot, always going back to his father telling him that if he didn't want to be in the family he should have killed himself or died on tour. That was something else taking its toll too.

Hector had PTSD and he knew he did. It started with just nightmares but gradually turned into constantly seeing things from war, missing his lost friends, missing Cody a lot too. Hector didn't have a father anymore, either of them. It was like he just couldn't get away from the pain and he was too sick to play his music-nor did he have the drive to. This left him with nothing as an outlet except to cry which he refused to do because it wouldn't change what happened. Hector knew he had Tallon, his brother, sister, cousin, aunt, uncle, mother, Gobber, and the guys along with their girls but yet...he still felt alone like he used to. Everything from the past was affecting him and he just couldn't seem to get it to stop and that's all he wanted was for it to stop and at this point, he was willing to do anything to make it stop.

Today, Tallon was filling in at the auto shop since Hector was sick still and the others were doing their own thing. Hector heard Tallon talking to the guys earlier when he came home for lunch break about everyone coming over to cheer him up-meaning Hector-since he'd been so sick lately and would probably like seeing friendly faces. Hector didn't want company though, he just wanted to be alone and he couldn't take the truck because Tallon had it. Hector could walk around town but doubted his stomach would allow it. It was now he considered a bath, maybe that would ease his stomach a little. Hector forced himself off the bed slowly and made his way to the bathroom. He relieved himself first then started the water and plugged the drain while sitting there and waiting for it to fill. When that was done seven minutes later, he stripped down to just his boxers and stepped in the water to lay back and relax.

The boxers thing was always a thing since he was little-he liked wearing them in the the tub. He didn't know why, he just did. Hector had his notebook with him, leaving it on the side of the tub where it would be dry and the towel on the floor so he could dry his hands and arms before writing anything. He had lyrics in his mind and wanted to get them down that way when he felt better maybe he could turn it into something. The time was about 3:15pm, Tallon wasn't due home until 4pm and then the others wouldn't be far behind him. Hector was writing lyrics now but the flashbacks were beginning and Hector shook his head to clear them only it wasn't working this time. Hector started crying and writing something new on the paper-his thoughts. Hector went to get out of the tub since it wasn't working but his wrist slipped and ran right over the razor sitting on the edge.

"Ow!" he gripped his wrist quickly and hissed in pain. Hector checked his wrist, it was bleeding pretty badly but while he looked at the injury he realized something: he wasn't thinking about the flashbacks when it happened. The cut made him...forget about it all. The blood was trickling down his wrist and into the water of the bath-changing the color slightly. Hector's eyes moved to the razor again as he reached for it slowly and looked it over. 'Just...one. That's...all I need, just one...' Hector thought. He'd contemplating cutting so many times and now that he'd done it on accident, he liked the way it felt. Hector put the blade to his wrist and dragged it down along the length of his arm as four small slits appeared and began to bleed slow. Hector smiled a bit as he didn't even realize he did it to the other wrist now. Both sides were bleeding pretty badly, the razor cut deep even though it had small blades. Hector just laid back in the water relaxing now with his eyes closed and wrists on the tub edges, the blood continuing to drip into the water and change the color to a darker red from it's clear.

After twenty minutes, Hector began to get dizzy and weak. His vision started going in and out but yet, he liked how it felt. He felt...nothing at all. Hector saw the notebook and reached for it, writing slow, sloppy words on the paper and then it dropped of the side when Hector's wrist dropped and everything went black around him.

(3:45pm)

Tallon had just gotten home and the friends following in their cars behind him. They were laughing it up as they made it to the apartment door-it was only the guys. Tallon put the key on the lock and flipped it as he walked inside smiling. "Hec? I'm home babe." Tallon called out. No answer.

"Maybe he's still sleeping?" Drew offered. Tallon checked the bedroom and he wasn't in there either. Tallon went to the bathroom and knocked on the door twice.

"Hector? You throwing up again?" Tallon asked, still no answer. "Hector, are you okay?" he asked. Nothing. Tallon tried to open the door but it was locked. "Babe, unlock the door for me. I want to make sure you're alright. I really don't like how sick you've been and I think it's time we go to the doctors," he added. Tallon tried again but the door remained locked, he tried to give it a push but it didn't budge.

"What's up?" Darius asked.

"He's got the door locked and he's not answering me. Go in the drawer right there. Second over on the right, get me the mini screwdriver," Tallon told the guys. Trent got it for him and Tallon popped the bathroom lock open as he opened the door. "Hec, I know you're sick and all but could you please ans-HECTOR!" they heard Tallon yell in fear, concern taking over they rushed to the bathroom and saw the scene. Hector was laying in the tub motionless, eyes closed, his wrists were slit and the water was filled with dark red water. On the floor was the razor that had clearly fallen from his hand, and also the notebook with drops of blood and water on it. Tallon quickly pulled him out of the tub as Thaxter and Viktor grabbed hand towels to wrap his wrists with. "Babe..." Tallon tried to shake him but he wasn't waking up. Tallon checked his pulse and breathing-it was there but only barely.

"Ry, call 911! Now!" Evan commanded.

"Oh my gods, Hector...Hector wake up please!" Tallon pleaded him holding him close.

"Tal, you gotta leave him still and try to warm him up. Get the towel or the blanket. We have to warm him up or we're gonna lose him!" Thaxter shook Tallon a bit to get him to focus. Darius was already on it, he grabbed a blanket off the couch and they carefully wrapped Hector in it after making sure his wrists were wrapped and secured to not start bleeding again. Not more than seven minutes later, sirens were heard and paramedics rushed in.

"What happened here?" the officer asked quickly as Thaxter and Viktor got out of the way.

"We don't know, we weren't here. We just got here ourselves fifteen minutes ago. He was laying in the tub unconscious with his wrists slit from a razor. We have them wrapped now and trying to keep him warm, he was getting cold to the touch." Viktor explained.

"Looks like he was trying to commit suicide. Got a note right here," one paramedic said handing the notebook to the officer with a glove on. The officer read it over slowly and looked to Tallon.

"I think you should see this. Might have a cause to the attempt," the officer said to Tallon-who was sitting back on the toilet and trying to stay out of the way. Tallon took and started to read, it looked like lyrics to begin with and then it looked like thoughts he was having. But under all that were the words written sloppily: Am I enough now? Is this what you wanted from me? Did I finally do something right and make you proud of me? Is this...enough for you to care and love me, Dad...

Tallon's eyes narrowed as he threw the notebook down and the others were able to see the words now. "His father. They got into a huge fight a week ago and his father said some hurtful things to him. I thought...he was okay. He's been sick for seven days, and I knew that made him miserable but...I didn't...think it he was so depressed over the fight," Tallon looked back at Hector now.

"Tal, it's not your fault. He told us time and time again he was okay and I don't think this came on from just the fight with Spencer...that's...war stuff on there. Seeing his friends die, losing people he cared about, never being able to stop seeing it. He's been suffering for a while and it...just came on all at once." Darius pointed out.

"Is he gonna be okay?" Skylar asked.

"You did the right thing by wrapping his wrists and getting him warm. He'll be okay once we get some blood into him and an IV line but we'd like to know where to take him for recovery?" the paramedic asked.

"What do you mean, the hospital of course." Jessie stated.

"This was a suicide attempt, he can be taken two places. Hospital for twenty four hour recovery and suicide watch or the Psychiatric hospital for treatment on what caused all this. It's up to whoever has power of attorney over him, who might that be?" asked the officer.

"Me. I'm his husband..." Tallon said quietly looking over Hector who was still unconscious it seemed while one paramedic returned with the things for blood and IV line. Hector tried to kill himself and didn't tell him that he felt that way, did that mean he wasn't even enough to help Hector anymore or did Hector just snap while everyone was gone? Tallon knew he wasn't a professional and he wanted his husband to be okay again. That only left him one choice, he sighed. "Berk Psychiatric. I'll sign whatever I have to sign for him to get treatment but that's the best place for him right now." Tallon said with his eyes closed.

"Tal...you're having him admitted to the mental hospital?!" Darius and Skylar asked quickly.

"I don't have a choice. Look at him! He tried to kill himself! And Thor knows how long he's been in here unconscious before we got here. He was cold, it had to be at least half an hour, maybe more. He could have died if I didn't unlock the door to check on him. He's not okay and that's...painfully clear to see now. He has a history with depression, we all know he does. And we can't forget that this isn't the first attempt, he did try to overdose when he was fifteen years old. For him to of gotten this depressed than he's even beyond my help and needs professional help so I'm going to send him where he can get that. I don't want him to be hurt anymore. He's never gotten himself help, he's always done it himself but this is attempt two and I don't ever want there to be a third. I have power of attorney and I want him where he can get the help he needs." Tallon said with his head down.

"We will take him there, will you be coming as well?" the paramedic asked as Hector was lifted onto the gurney.

"I will meet you there." Tallon said as he got himself up, the paramedics nodded and gave him a form to sign-he did so and handed it back as the paramedic as they took Hector out and loaded him in the back of the ambulance and then it was gone. The officer took a few statements regarding what all this had to do with the mayor, but Tallon wouldn't press charges. That was up to Hector when he finally woke up, the officer left and Tallon started cleaning things up.

"Tal, let us handle this. You go be with your husband," Thaxter put a hand on his shoulder. Tallon lowered his head trying not to cry.

"I...almost lost...him guys...and now look what I was reduced to...I had to admit him to a mental hospital because I didn't know he was this depressed. I knew he had depression but I didn't know that he had very clear PTSD that never showed, or that the fight with Spencer got him his low...I thought I was enough to help him...I'm with him all the time and I never saw how upset he was...I...I failed him..." Tallon shook a bit.

"Tal, no! You're not a failure. None of us saw it and we're always around him. I don't think this was something he's been holding in-I think he just snapped with the fact he's been sick. PTSD attacks in different ways. Remember he hasn't been able to play his music due to being sick and that was his outlet. Without that and the fact he was alone today, I think it just got overwhelming and he snapped. There's no way to know until we talk to him or the doctors do. Let us clean up the apartment and you go be with him-he's gonna be confused when he wakes up not knowing where he is..." Ryan said.

"You're right," Tallon said as he got the notebook and tucked it under his arm, "I'll go see him right after I see Spencer..." Tallon grabbed the keys off the hook and headed out into the truck-he started it up and went right to Berk Hall knowing Spencer was still there for another hour or so. Tallon let the man get away with a lot, but not this one. He arrived at Berk Hall fifteen minutes later and parked. He went right in and used himself being the son-in-law card to find where Spencer was-not more than five minutes later, Tallon walked into his office which took him by surprise.

"Tallon!" Spencer said quickly, "What...are you...doing here?"

"Don't worry, I'm not staying long. I'm needed elsewhere." Tallon remarked then tossed the notebook to his desk and then crossed his arms over his chest. "Hector is being admitted to Berk Psychiatric as we speak because when I got home today, he'd locked himself in the bathroom. And when I got in there he was lying unconscious in the tub with his wrists slit. I just thought you should know that we found that notebook with him and that it's entirely your fault because those words...are directed towards YOU! So tell me, Spencer...Is this enough for you to finally care about and love him?" Spencer seemed to hit his chair hard with wide eyes seeing the notebook and hearing the information. "I just thought you should know what your broken promise did to him. Father of the fucking year award goes to you," Tallon then exited the room to return outside and then to the truck. Tallon drove himself to Berk Psychiatric-which was twenty minutes away then parked towards the front and headed inside.

"Hello, who are we here to see and I'll check to see if they are allowed visitors?" the woman at the front desk smiled gently.

"Hector Furysen...he should of just been brought in for a suicide attempt...I'm his husband," Tallon replied.

"Yes, he arrived just a little while ago and was being placed in one of the recovering rooms. I believe they were waiting for him to wake up in order to evaluate him. Not sure if that has happened yet or not. Are you the one who admitted him?" she inquired.

"Yes...can you...find out his status?" Tallon asked, she nodded and lifted her desk phone.

"Hello, it's Kaylee at the desk. I have Mr. Furysen's husband with me, and he's wondering the status of him?" there was a brief pause as Tallon saw her nod and continue to listen, "Of course doctor, I'll send him back to you." she put the phone down. "You can go in, the doctor will be waiting just down the hall at the main station. He has a few questions for you," she handed him a red visitor pass, the pressed a button on her keyboard which opened the door beside her. Tallon took the handle and went inside, he walked down the hall and saw a doctor there holding a clipboard in his hands offering a soft smile.

"Hello, you must be Hector's husband, yes?" the doctor asked.

"Yeah...that's me. I'm Tallon Furysen, can you...tell me how he is?" Tallon asked.

"He woke up briefly when he arrived her, he was able to give us his name, age, gender-just basic questions to make sure he knew who he was. We told him not to panic and that he was okay, then he fell back asleep. The doctors have wrapped his wrists with some antibacterial cream, and are continuing to run the IV until it runs out. He's recovering in a room that can only be unlocked from the outside-safety reasons, I'm sure you understand?" the doctor informed.

"Of course. Does he...know where he is?" Tallon inquired softly.

"No, we didn't get that far. Oh, I'm doctor David Carter. I'll be overseeing your husband's recovery and treatment. Our plan right now is to wait for him to wake up and hopefully get an initial idea of what we're dealing with so we know how to treat it. I was wondering if you can give me any insight from your side of things?" Dr. Carter asked him.

"I can try..." Tallon nodded, they moved to the doctor's office and Tallon told him everything he could about Hector's depression-even covered the first suicide attempt, all things that had been a factor before he joined the military. The doctor stayed mostly quiet and just listened. All of this took close to thirty minutes to get through before the doctor just sat back in deep thought.

"So we have quite a bit to work through them but it seems his father's neglect is the lead of all this. If you say that he was okay and talking about things with you when he had upsetting thoughts, then I have to assume that his father's words a week ago played a good portion of why everything came back rapid fire and he snapped earlier being unable to handle it," the doctor said.

"I'm afraid I don't follow," Tallon said.

"Let me put it this way: everything was okay and contained with help from those who stood with him in troubling times. However, when his father said those things to him it made him feel less of himself. That's what I gather from the note you told me about. His father's words hurt him, making him feel like he'd never be enough and when those thoughts returned, so did all the pain that ever associated with things like that. Such as the military losses, he feels that if he was enough-maybe some of them would still be around. Everything returning so fast is a lot to take on, and you mentioned he's been ill for this past week. I believe he wanted help but didn't know how to obtain it while sick because he was so tired and didn't have the energy he needed to fight back said thoughts and today must have just been a breaking point. We noticed his cuts, it's not a pattern. This was a one time thing-he's never cut before. However, there were two types." the doctor informed.

"Define?" Tallon asked now.

"On his left wrist, there was cut that...dragged. We don't believe this one was intentional, more of an accident. The others ran along his arm like so," the doctor demonstrated the up and down along the length of the arm, "Those were intentional. I'm led to believe that there was so much on his mind that his arm ran over the razor and then as with most cutters, that pain distracted him from his thoughts so he then intentionally hurt himself to keep the thoughts at bay. The warm water of the bath likely made him tired as he was ill too and then blood loss he just passed out." the doctor explained.

"So you're saying one cut was accidental, then know that distracted him, he cut intentionally in order to stay distracted?" Tallon questioned.

"It's a theory. But we won't know until your husband wakes up, should be anytime. I assume you'd like to be a part of any therapy to help him?" the doctor asked as Tallon nodded his head. "Not to worry, we'll help him. As I said, I don't think he wanted to kill himself but he just got so overwhelmed and then the quick accidental cut was enough for him to feel that if continued to cut he could forget whatever was bothering him. Also, the warm bath added to his already ill-tired self. What most don't know is that in the time you bleed, your mind becomes unclear and you do and say things you might not mean. I believe on his mind was all the pain and hurt, so he wrote it down without realizing it," the doctor said.

"We we just wait for him to wake up now?" Tallon asked him as he nodded. Tallon sighed, he just wanted Hector to be okay again. He hated that he had to have him admitted but Tallon wouldn't lie and say that he could handle this-helping Hector recover from this. Intentional or not, he still cut himself and almost bled out in the bathtub. Hector needed professional help and Tallon was more than willing to grant that if it meant his husband would stay alive and be okay with time.