Amy woke up and felt calm before she remembered everything that had happened the day before. She raised up from her couch and looked around. She spotted Jake asleep in the recliner, and realized she must have fallen asleep while watching the documentary and he must have covered her with a blanket and fallen asleep himself on the recliner. Amy stood up and stretched then walked over to the kitchen to start making some coffee. Ever clumsy, she dropped her mug onto the ground. It luckily didn't break, so she scooped it up off the ground and continued on her mission for caffeine.

"Amy! Amy! Are you okay?" Jake came running into the kitchen with panic in his eyes.

"Yes Jake, I'm okay. I just dropped my mug while getting some coffee. Do you want any?" Amy couldn't seem to look at Jake. She felt the familiar guilt wash over her as she busied herself with the coffee machine.

"Oh yeah that would be great," Jake rubbed the back of his neck and took a step closer to Amy. "So, we really need to talk about a game plan for this week. I know you don't want to, but it's the only way that you're able to do this program." Jake walked over to the kitchen and sat down while I brought us our mugs of coffee and some muffins I had left over from yesterday.

"So, before we start I have some things I need to tell you," Jake started. "First off, because I know you'll worry, I already called and took off for both of us for at least the next week. Second, you don't start your outpatient sessions until tomorrow, but then you'll have to be there from 8am to 3pm every day. Also, I've already raided your kitchen and bathroom, but you're going to have to come clean about any other sharp objects that you have." Jake took a deep breath and looked Amy in the eye. "Okay, now it's your turn."

Amy wasn't quite sure what to say. "Thank you," she started, "thank you for helping me. I really appreciate it. However, I'm fine. You don't need to miss work, and I don't need to do that program. This was all just a big misunderstanding." Amy busied herself with her coffee cup and took a bit of her muffin.

"Amy, I know this is hard and scary, but you can't talk your way out of this. It's happening, and I'm going to help you get through it." Jake reached for Amy's hand, but she pulled it away before he could take it.

"I don't need help!" Amy exclaimed as she stood from the table and ran to her bedroom. She locked the door and launched herself onto her bed. She couldn't believe this was happening. She was so weak, and now everyone knew it. At least Jake and Captain Holt did. She was sure he would have been given a report about her injuries. The thought of him knowing just how weak she was made her want to throw up. Her spiraling thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her door.

"Amy, I'm sorry but you have to let me in there. You might have something you can hurt yourself with in there. I know you don't want to talk about this, but if you do anything to hurt yourself again you will be admitted into a hospital even if it's against your will. So please open the door."

Amy mulled over what Jake had said. He was right, she really had no other option. While giving up her privacy and facade to Jake was definitely not on her list of things she wanted to do, it was better than being institutionalized. That was a lot harder to explain than just having to stay home for a week because you aren't feeling well. Resigning herself to her fate, she opened the door. She turned back towards her bed and sat on the edge expectantly.

Jake blew a sigh of relief and plopped down beside her. "Look, I know this isn't easy, and I know you're used to being Miss Independent and doing everything on your own. However, this can't be solved by yourself. You have to let me help you." Jake gave her a soft smile.

Amy took a deep breath and reached into her bedside table. She grabbed out her razor blades and pocket knives and handed it to Jake. "That's all I've got, assuming you found the extra razors in the bathroom."

"Yeah I got those. I'm also going to have to take your gun. I'm really sorry but I have to." Jake gathered all of the sharp things he had found and I had given him and put it in a briefcase he must have brought from his home. I grabbed my firearm from my gun case which he also put in the briefcase and then put a lock on it. "Okay, now that that's out of the way, I have to give you one bad piece of news. I also have to check on your cuts every day and apply antibiotic cream to make sure everything heals up nicely."

Amy felt the tears crowding her eyes once again. Although the cuts were low enough on her thigh that it wasn't too vulnerable of a place to show Jake, the thought of revealing that part of herself to him was scarier than standing in front of him naked. "Can't I do it myself? I really don't want you to see."

"Amy, I know you are scared and feeling vulnerable, but I have to check and make sure everything is fine. The doctor said in a lot of situations like this the patient won't report a problem because they don't want to go back to the hospital. I'm not saying you would do that, but it's something I had to agree to do so you didn't have to be admitted into the mental hospital."

"I know. I really appreciate you helping me. Do you have the ointment?" Jake showed her the cream as Amy steeled her nerves. She knew she had to do this in order to stay out of the hospital, but that didn't make it any easier. "Okay, I'll throw on a night gown so my thigh is easier to get to." Amy stood up and walked into the bathroom, trying desperately not to shake a