Gabby's P.O.V

I didn't even realize what I was doing until Matt attacking me; fighting me to pry the scalpel from my hand. I was screaming and crying for him to let me go.

"Let me go! I want to die!" I screamed

"Give me it!" he shouted

Then it went silent as I felt a sharp stinging pain in my cheek. He had slapped me! He got the scalpel out of my hand and threw it across the room.

"I'm so sorry gabby, I felt like I didn't have any other choice baby." He said apologetically while caressing my cheek.

"It's okay," I said very quietly "thank you, I don't know what I was thinking."

"Shhh, just go to sleep you've had a long day get some rest I want to talk to the doctors."

"Alright, goodnight Matt, I love you."

"Love you too, goodnight" he said walking out the door.

Matt's P.O.V

"Hey, Dr. Grey, umm is there any chance you can get Gabby into therapy of any kind, she uhh she's suicidal" I breathed out feeling terrible I told them because she said she didn't know what she was doing.

"She is! Of course, we will get her into therapy as soon as possible. Did she mention what tis triggering these thoughts?"

"A lot of things," I say stressing 'a lot'. "Like our relationship, work, losing the baby, personal insecurities; pretty much everything" I say now really processing how horrible she must be feeling.

"Alright, I want to start on regular therapy and couple therapy as well"

"Okay, yea, as long as she will get better."

*In Gabby's room*

"Hey," Gabby said with heavy fatigue

"Why aren't you sleeping?"

"Couldn't sleep, it hurts too much." She said with a wince. "What did you talk to the doctor about?"

"Uh….."

"Matt what did you talk about?" she said slightly annoyed

"About getting you into therapy…." I said quietly hoping she wouldn't blow up.

"Oh…."

"I'm sorry, Gabby, but you need help" I say hoping she'd understand.

"Can you please leave?"

"Gabby I'm trying to help"

"Ugh, I know, I just—I don't want to go." She said sadly "They get in your head and pull out the darkest moments in your life and make you think of the worse possible things ever and they are sick enough to think that helps people"

"I never thought of it like that, but Gabby I really think it will help you. On the brighter side I'll be with you."

"Couples therapy?"

"Yea,"

"Okay," she said quietly

"What's wrong? Isn't that what you wanted? Was to talk about it?"

"Yea, but they'll probably tell us to take a break and that's not what I want; nor asked for." I was getting exasperated at this point I thought that this is what she wanted and I snapped I was done arguing with her.

"Yea, well I wasn't the one who fucked our relationship up now was it?" I regretted it the second it came out my mouth. "Gab-"

"Get out! Leave me alone!" She wept.

I didn't want to make her feel worse so I left like she told me. I heard her murmur something when I left.

"I told you it was all my fault!" she said lower than a whisper. And I just kept walking even though all I wanted was to hold her in my arms.

I walked out of the hospital and started sobbing as well. 'Did I really just do that? God, she's probably going to kill herself!'

I sprinted back in to her room and there was blood all over her surrounded by nurses. 'Oh my god, I did this it is all my fault! What have I done?'