A couple of minutes later their father and a woman walked into the room. She was dressed in a pant suit and she was holding a leather folder and pen. "Hi you must be Jesse." She held out her hand and Jesse slowly shook it. He couldn't look at Aries anymore so he just walked out of the room, leaving her there with the woman. He didn't realize it, but he ran out of the ward and into an empty lounge. A hand rested on his shoulder. He turned around and the woman was there. "Jesse, I'm Dr.Fazelle, I'm a pshyciatrist. Do you want to tell me what's on your mind?" He just looked at her. She had no idea what they had gone through. Everything they did. He reflected on it and everything flashed before him, the kiss, the fights, the argument, the needle. Everything. They sat down on two of the chairs and he spilled everything. From the time he and Kelsey kissed, to when he found the herion hidden in Aries's stuff. She didn't say anything, she casually wrote a few notes. She just listened. Listening to Jesse pour his feelings out. "What's going to happen?" "That's something we are going to discuss with your parents." "Look doctor, with all due respect, i've been waiting long enough and I just told you everything you needed to know. Now it's your turn to return the favor." Jesse starred at her. She slowly closed her book and looked at him. "Aries is going to be checked into Toronto Pshyc tommorow." She didn't say anything else after that, not and I'm sorry, or everything is going to be okay. She just got up and walked away. Jesse respected the fact she didn't say that. She knew that if she did, she might be letting his hopes down. He eventually walked back to her room. He heard her screaming and crying. Jesse realized that she probably just found out. He couldn't stand it, stand her screaming. It was painful, ear peircing, and it was making him cry even more. _____________________________________________ The next day came fast. Aries protested again, throwing another episode. Jesse felt her screaming. He wasn't anywhere near her room but he still knew everything that was going on. He was down at the front door, waiting for them to come down with her. Aries struggled to get dressed. Still frantically crying and trying to convince everyone that she was fine. She couldn't take it anymore. She broke through her father's hold and ran. Ran out of the ward. Down the three flights of stairs, down the hallways, and out to the front door. Jesse saw her running and stood in her way and grabbed her. She was still screaming but he just stood there hugging her. "Jesse don't let them take me, plleeaaassee. Don't let them take me. I'm so sorry, I should have never have done those things." she whispered. This was the one time in her life where she needed help and was admitting to it. "Aries... as hard as it is to say this, as much as I don't want you to go, you have to. You need help..." He was crying now too. The just stood there for a momment and then she pushed him away. "I HATE YOU. YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" she screamed and knelt down still hysterical. That's when her dad and a nurse took her out to the car that took her to the institution. Dr. Fazelle came up behind him. "Don't worry, she doesn't hate you, it wasn't her who truly said that." Jesse just stood there before his Nana came down and drove him back home. Two days later his parents finally let him go visit her. The institution was dull and white. It was filled with creepy figures who had lost themselves to drugs and alchohal and other things. He followed a nurse to Aries' room. He unlocked the door and let him in. She was sitting on the windowsill. Still looking smaller then ever. Her bones were poking at her skin and she had lost all of her colour, all of her life. "I don't want to see you." Was all she said and he knew what he had to do. All he did was walk out. If she didn't want to see him, she didn't want to see him. It was as simple as that. When he got home his parents called him into the living room and lectured him about how he should have 'went to them right away' or 'tryed to stop her', all he could do was think about the stuff they were saying. How stupid and unrealistic it was. "She needed more then that..."