A/N I need to add a trigger warning to this chapter as it does involve an attempted suicide. If you need help get help. As always feel free to skip this chapter if you are sensitive to those kinds of plot lines. Since this is an Author's note I am going to remind you to vote and/or comment.

It has been a couple of hours since then and I am back at home. I am supposed to be resting however Buck is fussing over me which is making it a little bit hard.

"Look Buck, I'm fine. Just a little rattled," I say as Buck passes me some more painkillers. To be honest I don't really need them. I got enough at the hospital. Right now I have one thing on my mind. I need to find Gavin. I've tried multiple times to call him. They've all been going to voicemail. My thoughts are brutally interrupted by a knock on the door. Buck excuses himself to answer it.

"Is Ella there?" It's my mum.

"I don't want to talk right now Mum," I called out. I just want to forget this whole day. It's been a living nightmare. I just want to wake up from it. Luckily for me, Buck is able to get my mum gone for now. A sigh falls from my mouth. I am starting to understand why Buck is fussing over me. Everything is taking its toll on me. I should have been there to make sure Gavin was safe before my mum told me the news. There is nothing that I can do about it. I pray that tomorrow will get my mind off of what happened. Before you can ask I know I need to face this head-on but I am scared. Buck can sense it.

"It's going to be ok Ella. You and Gavin are going to work whatever it is out," Buck says as he pulls me into a hug. I buried myself in his chest as I let the tears flow. I wish he was right but he doesn't know what went wrong. Neither do I. It is the day after and I am getting ready for work.

"Ella, do you want to talk about yesterday?" Eddie says as he joins me in the locker room.

"Honestly Eddie I feel like my world is ending. Ever since mum left I've looked after Gavin. It's gotten to the point where I think of him as a son rather than a brother. Yesterday reminded me of a simple fact. Gavin needs help and I don't mean from me," I find myself ranting to Eddie. Luckily for me, he understands. Having a kid himself must give him more understanding of what I am going through.

"I can talk to him if you want," Eddie offers.

"Thank you but you were the paramedic tending to me. I don't think he will trust you," I explained. He certainly won't talk to me. As soon as I get the top button done on my shirt the signal bell rings. Duty calls. Good timing as I don't really want to continue the conversation. With that, I make a beeline for the ambulance. Oh yeah, I forgot that Eddie is my partner for this shift. Dang it. Luckily we spent the six-minute ambulance ride in silence. As we leave the ambulance I notice a familiar face standing at the top of the building. Crap.

"Captain, I need to go up. It's Gavin," I grab his attention.

"No we need you on the ground in case he does something stupid," Bobby responds.

"Sorry Cap. If I don't talk him down he will jump. I've already lost my Dad. I don't want to lose Gavin," I retort. Before Bobby has the chance to respond I pull on the safety harness. I know I am going to get into a lot of trouble for this but I'd rather face Bobby with Gavin alive rather than live with the fact that I could have saved Gavin. After a tense three-minute run up the stairs, Eddie and I made it to the top level.

"Gavin!" I yell to get his attention.

"Stay back Ella. I have to do this," Gavin responds as I make my way closer to him.

"What? Jump off a building and die like an idiot," I retort. I take a deep breath as I offer my hand.

"So what? No one is going to miss me," Gavin responds.

"I will. Ever since Mum left I treated you like my own son especially when Dad was on duty. I can't let you jump," I counter. I can see that he is torn. Luckily for me, if I need to I can catch him. Eddie has the winch ready to go.

"You're just saying that," Gavin responds.

"Of course, I'm not. I don't want to lose you as well. After Dad died I knew I needed to keep you safe," I counter as I make the move to grab his arm. What I do next catches everybody by surprise. I pulled him into the tightest hug I could muster. There is a reason for the hug. Since he is desperate to jump I want him to take me with him. Yep, I'm going to let the harness do the work for me.

"Ella I'm going to take you with me if you hold on," Gavin warns.

"That's the plan," I counter again. It is at that moment Gavin finally jumps pulling me over with him. After a couple of metres, the line takes the slack and Gavin and I suddenly stop. Thank goodness I managed to keep a good grip on Gavin. He is heavy. As they say, muscle weighs more than fat.

"Eddie, do you think the cable is long enough for you to lower me onto the ground?" I radio in.

"Yes but only just," Eddie responds. With that, I give him the go-ahead to lower us down. Relief flows through me as our feet touch the ground. It has been a few hours since then and I am making sure that the inventory is checked.

"You've already checked the inventory twice," Bobby remarks as he takes the clipboard from me.

"Cap, please. It's the only thing keeping me from worrying about Gavin," I find myself pleading with him. I don't want to think about what would have happened if I wasn't there. Seeing my brother lying dead in a morgue is not the thing I want to be thinking about.

"Ella Gavin is here. He wants to talk to you," Eddie remarks as he joins us. I quickly followed him to the rec area. I take a deep breath as I approach Gavin.

"Ella, I've come to apologise. I didn't know what else to do. I felt like a monster for lashing out at you and Mum. It made me feel like I was unloved," Gavin gingerly explains. I notice that he is fiddling with his thumbs. He is clearly nervous. I gently pull his hands apart like I did when we were younger.

"Look. Even though you are actually my half-brother I will never stop loving you. I promise," I respond. The truth is family always sticks together. I pull him into a hug.

"If you need to I can take you to see a therapist if you want," I suggest. The thing is I am only trained to treat physical wounds, not mental wounds.

"Thank you. That would be good. I don't want to jump off any more buildings," Gavin half-jokes, getting a giggle from me.

"And I don't want to catch you. You've been working out," I add. We have a long way to go to recover but I think Gavin and I can make it. If there is something I've learned from being a paramedic is that sometimes all we need is a little help. We just need to know where to look.