Note: I got the suicide by prescription pills idea from Tutorwife93's story They'll Never Know, which is one of my absolute favorite LUX fanfictions! I hope she doesn't mind me using it. My idea is different. Since Abby's a therapist, I started wondering what would happen if Abby were the one to treat Lux after she tried to kill herself. In this story, Lux is fifteen, still in foster care and has never met Cate or Baze.

The Day After

"Hi Lux. I'm Dr. Cassidy." A young woman with light brown hair extended her hand.

Lux stared at the hand, but didn't take it. "Where's Dr. Cooper?" She asked wearily. Dr. Cooper was the doctor who had been treating her.

Abby Cassidy withdrew her hand. She pulled a chair beside Lux's hospital bed and sat down. "Dr. Cooper is a general practitioner. I'm a psychotherapist."

Lux nodded dully. The teenager crossed her arms in front of her chest protectively. "I'd say it's nice to meet you, but I'd be lying."

Abby nodded. She hadn't expected Lux to be thrilled about having a psychological evaluation. "How are you feeling?"

"Just peachy," Lux said sarcastically.

"How were you feeling before you tried to kill yourself?" Abby asked, meeting Lux's gaze.

Lux averted her gaze. "I wasn't trying to kill myself," she lied.

Abby noted that Lux was unable to make eye contact and was fidgeting with the sheet on her bed. "You took an entire bottle of prescription painkillers," Abby pointed out.

"You're forgetting the vodka," Lux said ruefully.

"How were you feeling when you took the pills and drank the alcohol?" Abby tried again.

Lux hesitated. She glared at Abby. "I'm tired. I don't feel like talking anymore."

"I can't make you talk to me, but you're not going anywhere until I decide you're no longer a threat to yourself," Abby said.

"And if I won't talk, you'll what? Keep me here forever?" Lux retorted.

Abby stood up and put the chair back in the corner of the hospital room. "I'll be back tomorrow. Maybe you'll feel like talking then."

Lux looked up in surprise. "I'm not in a hurry to get out of here!" She called out.

Abby ignored the dirty look Lux shot her as she entered the hospital room. "Hi Lux. How are you feeling today?"

"Fine," Lux said coolly, eying Abby wearily.

Abby pulled a chair beside Lux's bed and sat down. "How were you feeling when you took prescription painkillers and drank alcohol?"

"Why don't you tell me, Doctor?" Lux said the word doctor as though it was a grave insult.

"I don't know how you were feeling," Abby said gently.

"They didn't teach you how suicidal people feel in school?" Lux raised her eyebrows. "What, did you get your degree online?"

"Suicidal? You said you weren't trying to kill yourself," Abby reminded Lux.

"Yeah, and you didn't believe me," Lux retorted.

"Why did you take the pills? Drink the alcohol?" Abby asked again, her tone firm.

Lux shrugged. "Seemed like a good idea at the time."

Abby narrowed her eyes. "And now?"

"I'm not gonna take painkillers again if that's what you're asking," Lux mumbled.

Lux's word choice raised alarms. She wouldn't take pills again, but the teenager didn't say she wouldn't hurt herself again. Abby made a notation on Lux's file.

Abby gave Lux a hard look. "Do you know how close you were to actually killing yourself?"

Not close enough, Lux thought miserably. She shrugged.

"If you'd been found any later than you were, you wouldn't be sitting here right now," Abby said.

Abby couldn't know how much Lux wished that had happened, but she did notice Lux's blank expression was devoid of any emotion. The teenager didn't appear to feel anything at all about almost losing her life. She didn't look relieved or sad or shocked or scared.

"Tell me a little bit about yourself," Abby said. Lux obviously wasn't going to talk about her suicide attempt. Maybe if the teen started talking about her life, Abby would be able to figure out where Lux's issues stemmed from.

Lux rolled her eyes. "What do you want to know?" She asked through gritted teeth.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?" Abby said.

Lux made a face. "No."

"OK. Where did you grow up?" Abby asked.

"Portland," Lux said shortly.

"Tell me about your family," Abby suggested.

Lux swallowed. She took a deep breath. When she looked up, her expression was stony. "My foster parents deal drugs."

Lux waited for a reaction, but Abby's expression was impassive.

"Prescription," Lux added. She'd gotten the pills she took from her foster parents' stash.

Lux frowned when she noticed Abby scribbling away in her notebook. She glared at the therapist. "Do you think you have me all figured out now?"

Abby shook her head as she finished jotting down notes. "No." She offered Lux a small smile. "What about your biological parents?"

"Your guess is as good as mine," Lux said. She stared straight ahead stony-faced and her tone was even with just a hint of bitterness.

Abby nodded. "I understand you've had a hard time."

Lux fixed Abby with a harsh glare. "Do you have kids, Dr. Cassidy?"

"No," Abby replied.

Lux smirked. "If you did, would you be able to just give your baby away?"

Abby hesitated. She wasn't supposed to talk about herself. She was supposed to focus on Lux. But this issue hit close to home. Abby's sister, Cate, had given her daughter up for adoption.

"I don't know," Abby said after a moment. "I don't think anyone can know that until they're in that situation. I'm sure your mom did what she thought was best for you."

Lux snickered. "What was best for me? How is giving me away to nothing what's best for me? It was what was best for her."

Abby was scribbling furiously.

Lux bit her tongue. What was wrong with her? She didn't want to tell this shrink anything! Why was she telling Abby absolutely everything?

Lux strained her eyes, trying desperately to see what Abby was writing. Abby noticed and shifted the file so it was out of Lux's line of vision.

Lux glared daggers at Abby, hating her more with every passing second. "Get. Out," she snarled.

Abby obliged, knowing the teen was done talking.