Taylor sat silently in a corner of the living room looking out the window as the rain fell harder. She really wanted to be alone, but knew that there was no chance of that happening. Being in the wheelchair only made her anger worse. There really were no words to describe how she was feeling. Her mom tried to give her some space but she was worried about how the revelation would cause Taylor to react.

"Alex honey, it's time to leave for therapy." Beth said

Without even turning to face her mother she coldly replied. "I'm not going."

"Honey, you should really at least go talk to someone." Beth urged

"I'm not going and that's final!" Taylor yelled

"I'm worried about you. I am." Beth replied

"Can I just be left alone?" Taylor asked

Beth hated the fact that Taylor was being inconsolable. But, she was a grown woman not a little child.

"Are you going to be okay here by yourself if I go out for a couple hours?" Beth asked

"I'm 30, not 8, I'll be fine." Taylor snapped

Tears streamed down Beth's face at the sudden anger Taylor had for the world.

"I'll be back in a few hours, I love you." Beth said

Taylor didn't make a sound. The door closed and Beth walked towards the driveway, looking back at the house to see if there was any movement. Taylor just stared coldly. Her cell phone rang, but she ignored it. It eventually beeped signifying the missed call.

"Hey, you've reached Alex. I can't answer right now so leave me a message." Taylor's voicemail picked up.

Walsh had hoped that he would actually get to talk to Taylor. He thought about what message to leave.

"Alex, it's Billy. When you get this message call me back. I want to see how you're doing. I know it's not easy to deal with the news. Call me back please." Walsh left the message on Taylor's phone.

He was still in his Jeep driving around, not sure what he wanted to do. Walsh hated to have left Taylor that morning, but she didn't want anything to do with anyone and he respected that. It was his scheduled evening shift so he headed for the firehouse early.

"You're early." Shane noted as Walsh got out of his Jeep

"Yeah, so are you." Walsh replied

"You okay?" Shane asked as they walked in

"Yeah, I'm fine." Walsh replied

"Yep, you're fine." Shane noted. "Pre-occupied by something, but you're fine."

Walsh stopped in the middle of the stairs and looked at him.

"If I was a betting man, I'd say it involves Taylor, the fire, and the news from this morning." Shane noted.

They continued up the stairs.

"She's taking it hard." Walsh said

"Well, I can't say that I blame her." Shane replied

"I don't know how to help her." Walsh added

"I know it sounds tough, but give her time." Shane said as they entered the kitchen

Walsh nodded. "Thanks Shane."

"I can't believe that this happened. Some asshole decided to get back at someone and cost me my legs! Now everyone's worried about how I'm holding up. I don't need pity! I need to walk again!" Taylor said out loud in the empty house as tears streamed down her face she looked towards the counter in the kitchen where all of her medicines were kept.

"I wouldn't have to deal with this anymore." Taylor said as she wheeled herself towards the counter.

"I don't want to deal with this anymore. I don't want the wheelchair or the pity or anything else that this has caused. This RUINED my life! My career's gone, my life is screwed." She cried as she reached for the bottle of her pain medicine.

Her hands trembled as she grasped the bottle. She looked at her phone as it beeped.

"Shut up!" She snapped and then she took the top off of the bottle.

Walsh sat on his bunk and tried to call Taylor again. Once again though, he got the same result as before. He left another message on her voicemail.

"Alex it's me again. I need to talk to you; I need to make sure that you're okay. Call me as soon as you get this." He closed his phone just as the alarm sounded.

"Squad 5-5, Ladder 100 respond for smoke in the building. 1037 E. 71st." The Claxton called

Taylor stared at her phone as it continued to beep. She had been ignoring calls all day. Finally she picked it up to listen to the voicemail.

"4 new messages… message one…" The automatic voice said

"Alex it's me…" She didn't let the message finish before she deleted it and moved onto the next.

"Alex, come on…" Once again she deleted the message without listening to all of it.

She listened to the third message.

"How am I doing?" She asked her phone.

"I'm doing great!" She said sarcastically as she looked at the open pill bottle in her hand.

Tears began to stream down her face as she listened to the fourth message.

"I can't do this anymore Billy." She said to the phone. "I can't pretend everything's okay. I can't be paralyzed. I don't want to be here anymore!"

She threw her cell phone against the wall. Then she poured a handful of pills into her hand.

"I'm sorry." She said