"If I have to stay here for one more goddamn minute, I'm gonna kill someone!" Rick shouted.

To his right, Morty sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Rick, you know we can't leave until the psych eval says you're not a danger to yourself or anyone else."

"It's not like I-i'm gonna go out andEURGH kill someone," Rick protested.

"Well, you did just say you would," Morty countered.

Rick growled, but he couldn't argue that point. "Fine," he spat, "but once they clear me, we're leaving."

Morty bit his bottom lip softly, and Rick dreaded the words that were about to come out of his mouth. "Well, maybe you should consider staying," he said.

Rick glared as hard as he could. "I'm gonna pretend you did not just say that."

Morty sighed again. "All I'm saying is, this place helped me when I was at my lowest, and I got better."

"I'm not sick, M-morty," Rick protested.

"Then what are you?"

Just then, Liz entered the room holding a glass of water. Rick was grateful for the distraction. He took the glass from Liz's hands and downed the cool liquid, soothing his aching throat.

"Psychiatrist said she'll be here any minute to do your eval," Liz said, taking the empty glass and setting it on the nightstand.

"Good," Rick grunted. "The sooner I get evaluEURGHated, the sooner we can leave."

"I know you're anxious to get out of here," Liz said. "But Morty saved you from drowning in your own vomit. Is that really the last image you want your grandson to have of you?"

Rick looked away and blushed, chastised. "I-i never did thank you Morty for bringing me here," he said.

"You're welcome, Rick," Morty said softly. "Even if you did throw up all over my shirt."

Rick cringed. "Yeah... I'm never gonna live that one down, am I?"

Morty chuckled softly, and Rick sighed with contentment at hearing the noise. It was good to know his grandson hadn't been traumatized too badly by seeing his grandpa in that state.

There was a knock on the door, and a doctor walked in. "Hello," she said pleasantly. "I'm Doctor Larson, and I'll be completing your evaluation today."

"We'll give you two some privacy," Liz said. She took Morty's hand and gently led him out of the room, leaving Rick alone with the doctor.

Rick scowled at her as she sat in the chair Morty had been sitting in. "Why don't you tell me why you're so eager to leave, Mr. Sanchez?"

"Because I don't respect therapy," he said. "Because I can take care of myself."

"We all need someone to take care of us sometimes, Mr. Sanchez, as was proven last night. Your grandson Morty took care of you, correct?"

"Yeah," Rick mumbled. "Poor kid. But it won't happen again. I swear it."

"So you have no intention of harming yourself again then?" the doctor asked.

"Correct," Rick replied with an eye roll.

"And you do not appear to be a danger to anyone else. Maybe just a public nuisance when drunk. But you don't drink and drive?"

"Absolutely not," Rick lied.

"Well then, Mr. Sanchez, you have two options. You can admit yourself into our psychiatric program, or you can take your family and leave."

Rick scoffed. "Yeah. I'm leaving."

The doctor stood up and dusted off her lab coat. "Alright then," she said. "I hope we don't see you back here."

"You won't," Rick called as she left the room.

"I can't lose him, Liz. I just can't."

Morty was on the verge of tears as the two walked to the lobby. "That's not gonna happen anytime soon," Liz said, squeezing his hand. "You did the right thing bringing him here. He needed a wake up call, and this is it."

"Yeah," Morty sniffled. "I didn't realize how lonely he was. I guess I need to make more time to see him."

"You shouldn't bear that weight alone," Liz replied. "Tell your mother and your sister what happened. Let them help too."

"Yeah, I should," Morty responded, plopping down into one of the lobby chairs. "Let me call them now."

First, he rang his mother. "Morty? Is everything alright, sweetie?"

Morty sighed. "No," he answered. "Grandpa overdosed. We're at the hospital now."

"Oh my god," Beth responded. "Is he gonna be okay?"

"Well, that's up to us," Morty said. "You see, Rick is lonely, and we need to spend more time with him."

"Of course," Beth replied. "Oh god, I'm such a horrible daughter for not spending enough time with him."

"Don't blame yourself. I'm the one closest to him, and I didn't even see this coming. I've just been so busy with school and everything."

"It's not your fault either," Beth said. "Let's just be thankful that you got him to the hospital."

"Yeah."

Morty said his goodbyes and hung up the phone. "That went well," he observed.

"Of course," Liz responded. "Your mom loves him too. We all do."

Morty dialed Summer's number next. "Hey, Morty," she said. "What's up?"

He decided to just be blunt. "Grandpa tried to kill himself," he said.

"Oh my god!" Summer exclaimed. "Is he alright?"

"Yeah, he's gonna be fine," Morty replied. He heard Summer sigh with relied. "But we need to be there for him."

"You're absolutely right," Summer responded. "I'll start coming down some weekends to see him," she said. "Please let me know if there is anything else I can do to help."

"I will. Thanks."

He hung up, and turned back to Liz. "How do we know if it's going to be enough?" he asked. A tear slipped down his face.

Liz gently rested her head on Morty's shoulder. "Because there is no way in hell you and I are giving up on him," she said. "No matter what. It will be enough."