"OH MY GOD!" Trevor finally spoke. Even at his worst, he had never made as many gashes as Sasha had over the weekend. The cuts ran in several directions and ranged from barely grazing the skin to wounds so deep they were closed with five or more stitches. She hadn't stopped with just one leg either. Both of Sasha's thighs were covered in cuts. He got up from his chair and wrapped his arms around Sasha. "Why didn't you call us sweetheart? You know we would have come over. You know you could have come here. We would have kept you safe." He looked at her with tears in his eyes. He pulled her skirt back into place. "How…How many stitches are there?"

"30 in my right leg and 23 in the left."

"Did you drive yourself to the hospital?"

Sasha nodded. "I didn't know…I panicked…"

"Sasha! Why didn't you call us?"

"I was scared Trevor! I couldn't get the cuts to stop bleeding!"

"How did you manage to drive yourself to the hospital?" Ben asked. He looked up from the mess he was cleaning up on the floor and exchanged a questioning glance with Trevor. "More over, how did you get the hospital to release you so soon? We know these incidents are documented Sasha and you really did a number on your legs this time! Plus, this wasn't the first time you've been to the ER. That's how we met you in the first place."

Sasha looked at her hands. "I honestly can't tell you how I made it to the hospital." She closed her eyes again. "As for why I am not locked up in the psych ward, I got lucky." She raised her gaze to Trevor and then over to Ben. "Jamie was the attending physician." She answered, naming the doctor who sometimes monitored their group sessions. "He let me go home after I called you. He wanted me to call Dr. Travers but I talked him into just letting me call you. I was afraid Dr. Travers would make me stay in the hospital."

"Of all nights for Jamie to be working!" Trevor raised his eyebrows at her. "You got VERY lucky Sasha. Any other doctor would have taken one look at your history and committed you!"

"I know." She replied quietly. "He actually surprised me too." She picked at her cuticle. "He's warned me before. I guess he figured I had scared myself enough this time that I wouldn't cut again for the rest of the weekend. He said he wouldn't be so liberal the next time." She took a sip of her tea. "He is going to call you later today to make sure I kept the meeting."

Trevor put his hand on top of Sasha's. "What happened Sasha? What pushed you to lose control like this?"