"I saw that Carrie is getting released today." Meredith said to Jackson that morning at their meeting. "That's exciting."

Jackson nodded. "Yeah, she can't wait."

"How is she feeling?" Derek asked.

"Better than the first time you saw her." Jackson smirked. "Physically she's fine."

"And mentally?" Christina asked. "I mean, she did try to kill herself right? By the way, how is it that you've never once mentioned that you had a sister?"

"We weren't close until a few years ago." He shrugged. "She just never really came up."

"Reminds me of the Alex thing." Christina said. "One day his brother shows up and suddenly we find out everything about Alex's childhood."

"Well don't expect to hear all about my childhood." Jackson said. "I only ever spent a few weeks with her each summer at my grandparents."

"So what changed?" Derek asked. "You said you became close a few years ago."

"The shooting," Jackson said with hesitation. "She heard and called me to make sure I was okay and we started talking more after that. She started visiting and then she started school here in the fall."

"So what's your plan?" Christina interrupted. "Ship her back to your Dad's or are you going to play house?"

Jackson rolled his eyes at her. "I don't know yet."

"Have you talked to your Dad?" Meredith asked.

"I left him a message telling him Carrie was staying with me for a bit." He sighed. "I didn't tell him about the overdose. He told her not to come home if she wasn't going to be a doctor."

"It's what I would have done." Christina said. "I mean, who doesn't want to be a doctor? You better make sure she doesn't try and off herself again."

"Christina!" Meredith shrieked. "Stop being so insensitive. But seriously Jackson, what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to bring her back to my apartment, watch her like a hawk and try to figure out what happened to my sister." He said simply. "I have rounds."

Jackson excused himself from the meeting and began his work. He had a long day ahead of him with little down time. He planned it heavier in the morning so he could take Carrie home when she got discharged at three. He had moved her discharge time to later in the day to make it more compatible with his schedule.

He spent the morning in four back to back surgeries. Fortunately they were fast and relatively easy procedures with no complications. He grabbed a quick lunch, happy to be on time, but a little upset that he couldn't have lunch with his sister. He had spent every lunch for the past week with her and he hoped she was okay. After lunch he had three consult appointments. With the exception of one, they went pretty well and he headed off to pick up Carrie.

He waited outside her room as the psychiatrist spoke with her one last time. It was routine, but if any red flags went up, they could hold her again. Jackson was nervous but he felt that the best thing for his sister was to get her into a stable environment with a routine. The doctor emerged from the room and looked at him for a moment before speaking.

"Caffeine pills delay the effects of alcohol so she probably drank more than what she would have usually, if she even was a drinker before." The psychiatrist explained. "She said she had been taking the pills for about a week so she was pretty dependant on them at that point. In addition to that, she had alcohol poisoning so I believe that she may not have realized what she was doing."

"So this could have been an accident?" He asked. "She could have only taken a few or not realized how many she took?"

"Yes, it's possible." She nodded. "She was prescribed the sleeping pills because of anxiety. The key factor is whether or not she was feeling any feelings of depression before the caffeine pills. She told me she was stressed and overwhelmed with school and that's why she had to take sleeping pills. That's enough to push some kids, especially if they are under pressure at home to do well, which I assume she is."

"Yes, she is."

"That pressure in combination with coming down of the high of the caffeine could have played a role in her taking the sleeping pills as well. Whether or not she meant to, she nearly killed herself so we had to treat this as an attempted suicide."

Jackson nodded. "I understand. Where do we go from here?"

"Well, it's been a week." She confirmed. "She passed the evaluation during the seventy-two hour hold and she has physically recovered, right?"

"Yes, she didn't do any permanent damage to her heart, liver or brain so she doesn't need to stay unless she doesn't get cleared mentally."

"I'm lifting the hold." She said. "But I do advise you get her a councillor to speak with, you speak with her and you keep a close eye on her. Dr. Avery, she was very lucky."

He nodded and he watched her walk away before he walked into Carrie's room. Over the past week, his sister seemed genuinely upset about what happened and she had told him she regretted it. He believed her, but he was still worried about her.

"Ready to go home Carebear?" He asked with a smile.

"Yes," She nodded. "A week in a hospital is torture."

Jackson gave her a look. "It's not that bad."

"It is when you are a patient."

"Well, next time don't put yourself in the hospital."

"To be fair, I wasn't planning to put myself in the hospital." She mumbled.

"You're lucky you weren't put in the ground." Carrie smirked but Jackson was less than pleased. "It's not funny. This is not some big joke Carrie. You almost died."

"How many times do I have to say that I didn't want to kill myself?"

"Whether you wanted to or not, you almost did." He said. "I don't appreciate you joking around about it. You scared the hell out of me and every time you make a comment like that you make me worry that you're going to do it again."

"I'm not going to do it again, Jackson." She said.

"Carrie," He said softly but firmly as he sat on her bed. "I need you to talk to someone about all of this. This is serious and I want you home with me but I need to know that you're okay and that you won't do this again. The only way I can get that reassurance is if you talk to a councillor."

"Why can't I just talk to you?" She said. "We can figure it out right?"

"We will be talking," He nodded. "But I'm not a physiatrist and I can help you with talking to Dad and the family and I can help you figure out what you want to do with school, but I can't help you with the feeling that got you to this point."

"I'm not crazy or depressed." She said. "I made one stupid mistake, Jackson."

"I know but the part of you that got you to think that there was no other option, that part of you scares me and I know it scares you too." He said. "You need to be able to deal with stress and anxiety in other ways. I'll do everything I can for you, but you need to do this for me and you need to do it for yourself."

She nodded and was quiet for a few moments before she looked up at him. "I'll do it, just don't send me away."

Jackson gave her a sympathetic look and pulled her into his chest. "I'm not going to send you away."

"I don't want to go home, either." She mumbled into his chest. "I don't even want them to know."

"You don't have to go home, but they should probably know about this."

"They told me not to come home and they wouldn't help me. They don't deserve to know."

Jackson sighed as he pulled her back to look at her. "Let's just go home."

The car ride back to his place was silent. Carrie listened to the radio and stared out the window the whole time. Jackson looked over at her a few times, trying to figure out what she was looking at and wondering what she was thinking. But Carrie wasn't really looking at anything, she was just looking. She was watching the people and thinking about the last week.

Jackson helped her inside and put her stuff in the bedroom that used to be April's. He had went to her dorm and packed up all her things and brought them into the room. He set her bag on the bed and watched her look around the room.

"April set up your stuff," he explained. "All I did was hang up your clothes and apparently I was even doing that wrong. I know it doesn't look like the way you had it at your dorm but you can change it."

Carrie smiled. "No, I like it. She's very organized, isn't she?"

"Oh yeah," Jackson nodded. "Why don't you unpack and rest and I'll make some dinner?"

She nodded and began to unpack the few things that were in her bag. She looked around her room at her stuff as bits and pieces of that night flashed through her mind. She grabbed her laptop and logged into facebook out of curiosity. She had a few messages from friends asking if she was okay but was happy no one had publically posted on her wall. Although she knew most of her friends from school would have heard, it was still nice that it wasn't broadcasted. She flipped through the pictures from that night and the memories began to flood back. Regret and fear washed over her and she exited the page quickly.

Carrie tried to hold it together but her emotions were overwhelming. She walked out of her room and into the living room. She watched Jackson cook spaghetti for a few moments before she crossed the room and leaned on the island. He turned when he heard her but he stopped stirring the sauce when he noticed the look on her face.

"I remember taking the pills." She said softly. "I did try to kill myself."

Jackson frowned and switched the stove off. He turned his attention fully to her but he didn't move from the other side of the counter. "Why didn't you tell me this?"

"I didn't want you to send me to a mental hospital." She confessed. "I told the doctors I didn't remember doing it because I thought if they knew the truth they would send me away."

"That's not how it works." He said as he leaned against the counter with his arms crossed. "You should have just told them the truth. They deal with this kind of thing all the time. If you told them the truth they could help you."

"I was scared, Jackson." She admitted. "I wanted to do it in that moment because everything just seemed like it was too much but it was a mistake. I made one mistake and I completely regret it."

"I hope you do regret it, Carrie." He nodded. "I hope it scared you as much as it scared me. I hope you realize how stupid that was, how serious it was and how selfish you were being."

"I know and I'm sorry." She said with tears in her eyes as he simply nodded. He was mad and she knew it. He had every right to be upset with her, she put him through hell. "Okay, I just wanted you to know that."

She turned to leave and Jackson sighed. "Carrie." Carrie turned and ran into his arms. She buried her head in his chest and cried. Jackson held her tightly as he rested his chin on the top of her head and rubbed her back. He held her for a few minutes before putting his hand on her shoulder and pulling her back.

"I love you, alright? No matter what you do but don't ever put me through that again." She nodded and he wiped stray tears from her eyes. "I believe that you regret it but the point is that you still did it, Carrie. You need to work through these emotions. You're physical state is healthy, it's time to work on your mental state."

She nodded. "Okay."

"You can stay here for as long as you like." He assured. "We'll get through this, I promise."