Chapter 26: Break Down

Tommy sighed as he walked up the stairs to Conner's apartment. Ever since Kira's death, they hadn't seen their former Green Ranger in days and he can't help but worry about him. Tommy went to open the door, but it was locked. "Conner, you there?" He asked. He knocked on the door and listened closely for any kind of movement. He heard the door unlock and he went in. "Conner…" he trailed off. He looked around the apartment and saw nothing but beer, whisky, and vodka bottles all over the floor. "Conner, what's happened here?" He asked.

"What's it to you?" Conner asked as he sat down again.

Tommy winced when he could hear Conner's words slurring as he spoke. "Conner, you're drunk," he stated.

"That's the plan," Conner slurred.

Tommy rubbed the back of his neck. "Is this what you've been doing for the past few months?" Tommy asked.

"Looks like it don't it?" Conner muttered.

"You know Kira wouldn't want you doing this to yourself," Tommy pointed out.

Conner took a shot of vodka and threw the glass up against the wall when Tommy mentioned Kira. "Kira's not here though isn't she?" He snapped. Tommy sighed and pulled Conner to his feet.

"Come on, Conner, you need sleep," Tommy told him.

"I don't need your help."

Tommy sighed once he got Conner into bed, he grabbed his cell phone. "Hello?" The person answered.

"Kitty, it's Dr. Oliver," he informed.

"Dr. Oliver, is everything okay?"

"Kitty, I need you to come over tomorrow. Conner's going to need our help."

"Got it."

Tommy hung up and he left the apartment.

The next morning, Conner woke up and winced when the sunlight hit his face. "Shit," he muttered. He buried his head into his pillow. His head was thumping badly and felt like someone was trying to drill his teeth through his skull when he heard crashing outside of his room. "What the…" he trailed off. He pulled on his clothes and went to see what was going on.

When he walked out of his room, he saw Kitty cleaning up his kitchen. "Kitty, what are you doing here?" He asked.

"Dr. Oliver called and said you needed help," she replied.

Conner rubbed his forehead to get rid of the splitting headache. "Should cut down on the alcohol," she commented. Conner ignored her and went to the fridge. "Conner, we need to talk," she added.

"No, we don't," he answered.

"Kira was my cousin, Conner. I loved her just as much as you did."

"Do, I still love her."

Conner pulled out a beer. "I talk to my friends, Conner, not run to the alcohol," she told him. She grabbed the beer from him and threw it in the sink.

"HEY!" He shouted.

"Conner, you need help!"

"No I don't!"

"Look at yourself Conner! You're a mess!"

"I just lost my girlfriend and my kid, Kitty! Sorry for not being all full of joy."

"That's not what I meant."

Conner glared at her. "You think because you still have Trent you know more than me? That you know who I am? Newsflash, Kitty. You don't know me. I never wanted your help, I don't want your help. Now do me a favor and GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" He shouted. Kitty sighed and grabbed her bag.

"Fine, if you want to drink yourself to death, be my guest," she snapped.

She slammed the door behind her. Conner sighed and sat down with tears streaming down his face. He placed his head in his hands and he cried like a young child.

(Three Days Later)

Conner was drinking another bottle of vodka when there was a knock on his door. "Who is it?" He asked.

"Conner, it's Miss Hart," the person replied.

Conner got up and he unlocked the door. Kimberly came in, a noticeable bump on her stomach. "Miss Hart, I see that the baby's growing," he commented. Kimberly nodded and saw the three bottles of beer and the bottle of vodka on the coffee table.

"Conner, what are you doing?" She asked.

Conner grabbed the bottle and took a swig. "Kitty and Tommy told me you were bad, but I didn't believe them until now," she commented.

"You come here to lecture me too, Miss Hart?" He asked.

"I came to help you," she replied.

Conner sat down, setting the bottle down on the coffee table. "I told Dr. Oliver, I told Kitty, and I'm telling you. I don't want help," he answered.

"Conner, you need it," she insisted.

"No I don't."

"Conner look at yourself! There's alcohol all over the room. You're an alcoholic Conner and you need help," she insisted.

Conner sighed and Kimberly sat next to him. "Here's some information on a Rehabilitation center in LA. They're expecting your call," she informed. She kissed his cheek and stood up. "And Conner, call them," she instructed as she left the apartment. Conner took a swig of the vodka bottle again and stared at the papers in front of him. He picked up the phone and dialed the number.

"The Camp Recovery Center how may I help you?" The person asked.

Conner rubbed his forehead. "Yes, I would like to…enter into your program," he informed. He let out a deep breath.

(Two Days Later)

Conner sighed as he put the clothes he needed into Tommy's car. "You take care of yourself out there," Ethan commented. Conner nodded with a sigh.

"Tell you one thing, I'm glad I took Miss Hart's advice," Conner answered.

Kimberly smiled as she hugged Conner. "We'll see you home soon," she assured him. Conner nodded and pulled back.

"You just take care of that baby of yours," he answered.

"You know it."

Conner smiled and sighed when he looked at Kitty. "Kitty…about what happened…I'm…" he trailed off. Kitty shook her head.

"It's okay. You don't worry about that now, you worry about getting yourself better," she answered.

Conner nodded and hugged her. Kitty hugged him back with tears pressing against her eyes. "Kira would be proud of you, for taking this big step," she added. Conner sighed and pulled back. He looked over at Trent.

"Hey, Trent, you watch out for Kitty," he told her.

Trent grinned and nodded. "Don't worry about it, I will," he answered. Trent shook Conner's hand and the two shared a short embrace. Conner grinned at Ethan.

"You, computer geek, get into that Tech school," he added.

Ethan laughed. "You know I'll get in," he answered. Conner smiled as he too shook Ethan's hand and hugging him briefly.

"Conner, time to go," Tommy informed.

Conner let Ethan go and stepped back. "Catch ya on the flip side," he told them. They laughed and watched as he got into Tommy's jeep and Tommy drove off.

(The Camp Recovery Center)

Tommy stopped the jeep and they got out. "Well, you ready for this?" He asked. Conner sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

"If I can survive being killed by monsters and able to survive heartbreak, I think I can do this," he answered.

Tommy nodded and Conner shook his hand. "See you on the other side, Dr. Oliver," he commented.

"You take care of yourself in there," Tommy answered.

"I will."

Conner then grabbed the bag that had his clothes and he went inside. Tommy let out a sigh as he got into his jeep and drove back to Reefside.