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Warnings: Anorexia/Bulimia. Some cuss words and talk of homosexual relationships.

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"Travis," Dr. Ryan attempted to soothe, "Please, sit down."

I couldn't help but glare at the psychologist like she was crazy when she spoke. She wanted me to sit down after everything that just happened? Oh no, not going to happen.

I wasn't going to sit down or calm down or anything that had to do with 'down' until I knew my partner was okay. And going into the third hour of waiting in his hospital better be soon!

I just couldn't believe it. When Alex told me about Wes's anorexia I thought. Well, right now I have no idea what I thought, but it was no way close to Wes being 'in the hospital'.

Yet here we were because Wes had…What did Dr. Ryan say? Doesn't matter. The point is Wes not eating or forcing himself to be sick messed with his head and he needed help. Not just for the malnutrition either.

Damn it. Wes was really, truly sick. And what was worse was the fact that he did this to himself. There was no way around it. Wes had started not eating on his own and continued this whole thing on his own as well.

No matter the reason it was his fault and I was pissed off about it. How could someone like Wes do something like this to himself? It was the stupidest thing that I had ever seen the blonde do.

My partner was the smart one. He never did things impulsively or anything like that. He thought things through and always had control over…Control. Wasn't that what Alex was saying?

That things like this only happened when Wes was out of control or control was taken from him? And I…I had done that, hadn't I? I took Wes's control away throughout this whole investigation. This was my fault.

I had been trying to help. Sort of. When the whole situation started I figured that it would be for the best if we tried to get along. Of course I couldn't stop myself from messing with him a little.

Buying things that weren't on the list, putting things where they didn't belong, and ignoring the things that I knew Wes wanted done. Just to keep the whole relationship as normal as possible. I never thought anything like this would happen.

Hell, I didn't even know Wes was sick. And that just added to this whole thing. I knew it was wrong and that I was stupid for feeling this, but I was beyond pissed at the younger man.

Him and his tight-lipped way. Not telling anyone what was going on or letting anyone help him. It was his whole fault that any of us were even in this situation to begin with!

"Why didn't he say anything?" I asked aloud, "What didn't he talk to me?"

"I believe there is something in Wes's past that makes him believe talking to people won't help," Dr. Ryan sighed.

"You think he was abused or something?"

"Nothing that big. Maybe him not having anyone to discuss things with. If he felt isolated as a child it is possible that he took that feeling to adulthood."

"And the anorexia? Brought that too?"

"Travis…"

"No. No, tell me, Dr. Ryan. Tell me just how insane my partner is."

"Wes is not insane."

"Really? The guy is in the hospital because he was starving himself. How is he sane exactly?"

"Travis, if you do not stop I will ask that you not be permitted to see Wes during his treatment."

Freezing where I stood I looked over at the doctor and saw the seriousness in her eyes. As a point in time I thought she was going to tell the Captain to split us up, but she never did.

She always tried to help us through everything and we never made it easy on her, but she never let that stop her. Now she was threatening to kick me out. This just kept getting worse, didn't it?

"I understand that you're hurting right now, but this is not helping," Dr. Ryan sighed, "We must focus on Wes."

"I just don't get it, Doc. All this time I still don't understand."

"Understand what?"

"Why doesn't Wes trust me?"

"Why don't you trust him? Dr. Richards, how is he?"