"Maybe," Miles told Scott honestly. He adored Scott. Scott had always been an honest and open guy, and had accepted Miles as Liam's partner. He took the seat beside him now Liam's vitals were check and logged in his chart. "But none of us are mind readers. None of us could have gotten inside his head to know how he was. That's the hardest part of mental illness for loved ones. We are never going to know what they experience. Liam was... he's been depressed. I think it was starting before Damien came back, and then it just spiralled. He probably needed to up his meds and therapy. I think he knew that, and he did have the appointment. But he's told me before that his depression past, he shuts down and just sleeps. He slept through. I think the only way anyone could have done something at that time was having been staying there with him. He didn't want that either. I asked him if he could go stay with you, or Nat, or anyone. He said he couldn't go running back to all you every time life shook him. I don't think riding his arse would have done anything. He still needed to get the help himself."

He sighed and scratched the back of his head. "He was bad. Unconscious. Choking on his own vomit. Which might be a good thing if he was vomiting to get it out of his system, but could be a bad thing if he was without oxygen for some time. He was pale and sweating from all the booze he had taken. They had to shock him a couple of times, but just from how far they got him already, he's resilient. He's not ready to die, or he wouldn't have called me. I think... I just think he needs to sort things with Damien. That's his key to finding peace."