The next morning, Noah woke up and since he had some energy, he decided to take a shower. He did a quick video and went into the bathroom, took off his gown and stepped into the shower. He took out some shampoo and started lathering up his head when he noticed clumps of hair stuck to his hands. He knew this day was coming but he hoped it wouldn't. He backed up against the wall of the shower and slid down to the floor crying, just looking at his soapy hair filled hands sent shivers down his back. Sitting in the shower stall, Noah rocked back and forth from shock and that was how Luke found him ten minutes later.

"What's wrong, Noah?" Luke shut off the water.

"Look at my hair. It's falling out." Noah cried.

Luke fell to his knees and pulled Noah's head into his chest. Noah just sat there crying as he snuggled into Luke's chest.

"It's okay, Noah." Luke whispered softly to try to relax Noah.

"No, it's not." Noah replied in a loud voice.

"Why isn't it?"

"I know you don't want to be here. I heard you loud and clear." Noah pulled out of the hug and moved over to the other wall.

"What are you talking about?"

"When you broke up with me, when you told me you wanted to be with him and then when you called me pathetic," yelled Noah, as tears streamed down his face.

"Noah, I didn't know…"

"Yeah, I'm such a liar, Luke. When have you known me to lie?" The more the conversation went on the more agitated Noah became.

"What's going on? Why is Noah naked?" asked Reid as he walked into the bathroom.

"Get him the fuck out of here," Noah yelled out at Luke as he pointed at Reid.

"Reid, get Bob or Joe in here quick with something to calm him down," Luke said quietly to Reid.

Reid left and Noah's rant continued. He started to grab at his hair pulling it out of his head and throw it around the bathroom.

"Noah, stop that," Luke tried to grab onto Noah's arms.

"I'm such a fuck up," Noah repeated over and over.

"What's going on in here?" asked Bob.

"Jesus, can't I have a meltdown in peace please," yelled Noah.

"Get out of the way, Luke," said Bob. He took Luke's place and plunged in a syringe into Noah's arm that contained a sedative.

Lucinda watched all the commotion going on in the bathroom when she stopped by Noah's room for a visit. "What happened to Noah?"

"His hair is falling out and it caused Noah to have a panic attack of sorts," replied Bob.

"He belongs in the psych ward," Reid said off hand.

"Shut up, Reid," yelled Luke.

"Help me get him to his bed," said Bob.

Bob and Luke grabbed an arm. Reid reached for Noah.

"Get the fuck away from me," Noah struggled to get away from Reid.

"Get out of here Reid," yelled Bob.

"Yeah," laughed a dopy Noah as the sedative started to take effect.

By the time they got him into bed, Noah was mumbling. Everyone listened as Noah spoke in a soft sleepy voice. "I'm such a fuck up. Just leave me here to die."

"No. You're not a fuck up," Luke started to cry. "Don't you ever talk about dying again! Do you hear me?"

"That's what he used to say to me. 'Your such a fuck up, Noah, you should have died with your mother.'" Noah said in a sleepy voice. "You're better off without me, Luke. Go have a life with Dr. Housewannabe and just forget about me. I'm not worth the trouble."

"Yes you are," cried Luke. "I love you Noah." Reid's head almost snapped off as he turned towards Luke. "Our family loves you. We will take care of you."

"Go be with your new alcohol, Dr. Vulcan. Nobody here can stand him," giggled Noah. "He made a nurse cry."

Reid was getting a little hot under the collar.

"Everyone abandons me in the end. You and your family are no different." Noah said before he finally fell asleep.

Luke stumbled back against the wall and sank to the floor as he cried his eyes out. Reid just stood there by the bed looking at Luke like he could kill him.

Lucinda got mad when Reid didn't even try to comfort Luke. "What are you standing here for?" she asked Reid.

"What?" Reid sounded annoyed.

"Are you going to comfort him or not?" Lucinda pointed to her crying grandson.

"I'm not sure. He said he loved Noah," shrugged an unemotional Reid.

"Get the fuck out of this room now before I toss you out the window. You worthless piece of shit." Lucinda warned.

Reid just looked at Lucinda but Bob grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the room.

-P-

Lucinda walked over to Luke and tried to comfort him.

"Did you hear him? He wants to die." Luke continued to cry. "Why would he want to die?"

"Noah feels he doesn't have anyone. He thinks we abandoned him. He's scared and he's panicking."

"He has us. We love him," replied Luke.

"Darling, you're with another man and the family hasn't been there for him at all." Lucinda said bluntly.

"But…but...that doesn't matter. I'm here for him."

"You go home to another man. You know it matters to him," Lucinda tried to be gentle.

Luke just looked at her and then got up and walked out of the room with tears in his eyes.

Lucinda got up and stood by Noah's bed. She put her hand in his as she watched Noah sleep. "You're one of my grandchildren, Noah. I will make sure you get the best care we can get."

Noah forgot to turn it off the camera before he went to the shower. The camera caught the audio and some of the visual of the whole incident.

-P-

Luke walked out of Noah's door and stopped with a hurt look on his face when he saw Reid but Reid had no expression.

Luke looked disgusted at Reid. "You have no fucking compassion for anyone, do you? What the hell have I been doing for months? Human, I don't think you will ever become one."

Bob and Joe walked past Luke and Reid and went into Noah's room.

"I'll be back," Luke spat at Reid as he followed Bob and Joe into Noah's room.

Reid walked away in disgust and went to do his hospital rounds.

Luke walked back into the room. "What happened to him?"

"On top of Noah's panic attack, we think Noah may be having a side effect of the drugs he's taking. They can cause depression in some patients." said Joe. "We need to contact a therapist to see if Noah's weakened emotional state is normal depression or if it's the drugs. If we need to, we can administer a low-dose antidepressant."

"Can we get Linda?" asked Lucinda. "She is very good. She helped me out a lot during my cancer treatment."

"I'll call her."

"And that should keep this from happening again?" asked Luke.

"We will have to see," Joe wasn't willing to give a firm answer.

"I've never seen Noah lose control like that before. It scared the hell out of me," replied Luke.

"For now, he will sleep for at least 5-7 hours. Let's just let Noah sleep it off. In the meantime, we can talk to Linda and then give him some antidepressants, if she thinks it's appropriate," said Bob as he moved towards the door. Joe followed him out the door to go find Linda.

"I'll stay with him for a while. You go find Reid," Lucinda turned to her grandson.

"No. I need some time before I do that." In all honesty Luke didn't know how to handle the Reid situation, all he knew was that he needed to get out of the hospital so that wouldn't pull Reid's head off.

Lucinda smiled at the possibility that Luke and Reid may be having some issues. She loved Luke and wouldn't want him hurt but Reid was too much like herself and she wouldn't want anyone like herself for her favorite grandson.

-P-

Noah woke up about six hours later. He was tired, disoriented and thought he was in the shower. "What am I doing in bed?" he asked himself. He noticed that the full memory light on his camera was blinking. "I must have left it on," thought Noah, "What the hell happened?" Noah pressed play on the camera and watched what was taped. Noah was shocked by what he heard and saw on the video. "How could this happen?"

Lucinda walked in the room just as Noah was dumping the video to DVD. "Oh, you're awake."

"What the hell happened to me?" asked Noah with panic in his voice.

"Panic attack and it's possible that you are having a side effect from the medicine, causing depression. But it could just be a normal emotional release too."

"I can hear myself on the video. I was absolutely mental. It must have scared Luke to death."

"Losing your hair can be very emotional. I know it was for me. I had a meltdown or two myself. It happens, even to the best of us."

"Yeah, my hair." He turned his head saw some on his pillow.

Lucinda reached over and turned on the video camera.

"You had a traumatic experience this morning. Tell me about it."

"I don't really know what happened other than I was taking a shower and my hair was all over my hands. The next thing I remember is waking up feeling disoriented." Noah said with some confusion. "I must not have turned off the camera because it caught all of the action. I don't even remember any of it."

"How do you feel about losing your hair?"

"I don't like my hair too short because it reminds me of when my dad used to shave it off so he wouldn't have to deal with it but losing it this way...is just another in your face, you have cancer..." Noah spoke through his tears.

Lucinda moved closer, pulling him into a hug as Noah began to cry on her shoulder.

Lucinda switched off the camera. "Take a nap, you're tired."

"Sounds good," replied Noah. He was asleep before Lucinda was out the door. Noah slept for most of the evening and through the night, because of the panic attack, the chemotherapy, his weakened emotional and physical state.