"Dixie can you hear me?" Jeff asked in a worried state as he went to his wife's aid. He placed the medical kit beside him, while kneeling over Dixie who was lying on the ground motionless. Jeff cut through her jacket so he could insert in an IV line for fluids, but he came in for a shock. Seeing the long gash, that was leaking blood.

"Oh god, Dixie what have you done?" He felt tears falling from his eyes, looking at the scars that covered her arm and the newest cut. He placed on a pressure pad to slow the bleed, whilst another ambulance arrived tending to the people they were meant to be helping, but the only person he was worried about was Dixie. He took a long deep breath; will moving the hair away from Dixie's eyes.

"What have you done to yourself Dix?" He asked, but knowing she had been cutting herself. He know knew why she had been wearing long sleeve tops, hiding herself away from him. The other paramedic helped him load her on the ambulance, and drove so Jeff could stay in the back with her. Jeff knew she was losing a lot of blood, he felt like it was his fault, he should have noticed what she was doing. He had failed her as a husband, and he failed to keep his promise to her dad.

He wondered how long she had been doing it, and most importantly why she felt like hurting herself was better than talking to him. All this things made a new tear fall, he write down his wife's condition for the paperwork. He knew she hadn't been coping, but he didn't think it was this bad for her to result to this. As they got to the E.D he wheeled Dixie in,

"Kathleen collier; 38. Self-inflicted injury; on her right arm. Blood lose at approx. 800ml" He stopped noticing the gasps he got, as all their friends started rushing around her. He was forced to leave her in resus, and made to wait in the relative's room by Tess. He sat thinking about what had happened that week, most importantly after the funeral when they had an argument could he have caused this? He closed his eyes the memory flooding back to him.

As the couple got home, Dixie went into her room avoiding Jeff's offer of a hug. Shutting the door on him and shut herself away. Jeff went to his own room, getting out of his suit to something more comfortable, he always did hate suits but he did wear them on rare occasions. He could hear Dixie once again crying from her room, he waited outside her door before plucking up the courage to enter.

"Leave me alone Jeff" she turned herself on the bed, so she was facing the wall with her back to her husband.

"Why are you intending on pushing me away so much Dix"

"I said leave me alone"

"Why do you want to be on your own Dix"

"JEFF WILL YOU JUST LIESTEN TO ME, I DON'T WANT YOU I DON'T WANT YOU IN HERE!" Dixie shouted with all her strength, putting across her feelings quiet clearly towards Jeff.

"WILL YOU STOP BEING SUCH A STUBBON COW AND LET ME HELP!" Jeff was annoyed at her being so stubborn and reluctant towards him, not letting him near her.

"OH SO IM A COW THEN AM I?" Dixie stood up, folding her arms her emotions eating away at her silently without anybody knowing.

"Dix you know I didn't mean it like that" Jeff only just realised what he just said, she normally laughed it off but this time she was taking it differently.

"JUST GET OUT JEFFREY" She pointed to the door, showing her anger towards him.

"YOU KNOW WHAT FINE I WILL" With that Jeff slammed the door on her, going to take abs for a walk. Unaware of what his wife was doing to make herself feel better. When Jeff got back he could still hear her crying, but left her as he knew he would only get an earful. But he was unaware that she was crying from the pain she had just put herself through, not because of what Jeff said.

He frowned, thinking of how he could have done things differently. Different in the way that he could have found himself to comfort Dixie, and not let her do what she has done. Another tear rolled down his cheek, he should have stopped all this he should have found out before it had got this far. He didn't know why she was hiding it from him, why she felt like she couldn't tell him. Why was she hurting herself, what was making her feel so bad that she needed to be in pain?

He buried his head in his hands, but noticed her blood at his fingertips. Causing him to have the urge to throw up, running to the sink and up it came. He was violently sick, thinking of what she was doing, the fact she was doing it alone. Going through all that pain alone, he should have got her help. That was something he was going to need to do now, now that he knew there was no way of hiding it, everybody in the E.D knew. As if on cue, Zoe stepped in the room looking on as Jeff continued to be sick in the sink.

"Jeff are you ok?"

"Is that a question you really want me to answer" He said slowly as he slid down the side, until he was sat on the floor.

"Did you know?" She asked, looking down to him.

"If I would have known, don't you think I would have got her help?" Jeff asked, he was feeling annoyed for not knowing, he knew Dixie better than anyone.

"I was just asking, do you know how long?"

"No…" he replied rather bluntly, causing Zoe to frown but it was to be expected after what had happened to Dixie.

"She is going to be recommended to speak to a councillor" Jeff thought to himself this was going to make Dixie happy, if she didn't want to talk to her feelings with him why was she going to want to talk to a stranger about her deepest darkest secret?

"I know," He didn't take his eyes if the spot on the floor he was staring on.

"She is out cold, but you can sit with her if you want" Zoe offered, knowing he would want to be by Dixie's side.

"Thanks Zoe" he tried to give her a smile, but it didn't really work. He followed her in the resus, looking at his wife who was lying on the bed. Her light blonde hair; falling limply either side of her face. Both arms covered in bandages, but some of the scars were still visible, Jeff sat himself down bedside her. Tracing his fingers over each and every individual scar,

"Dixie what have you done to yourself?" He waited for a response but got nothing, so started to stroke her hair, looking at her pale complexion but her face did look peaceful. He frowned seeing all the bandages knowing she had done this to herself, and there was nothing he did to stop it. He rubbed his eyes, as he looked over his eyes going over every detail of her. He was brought back to reality as a high pitch long beep started, he stood up calling for help. Dixie was no longer breathing, blood was becoming more visible through each bandage on each arm. Everyone rushing around her once more, Jeff pushed towards the background of the picture.

"Oh god, Dixie no come on you need to fight this please. Im sorry babe but please pull through this, I need you Dix"