Forget it

Scott blinks, sure that he isn't hearing correctly at first. But listening to Hope, he realizes that it was true what she was saying. His expression goes from total shock, to almost blank.

"You're kidding me, right?" He looks between Hope and Reese. "Just because I took some time off, you two thought up a little scheme to get me to a hospital?"

Reese intervenes. "You know that's not it. There's a difference between taking time off and hiding yourself away. You're killing yourself, Scott, look at yourself. When was the last time you had a decent nights' sleep? Or a decent meal?"

"That's none of your business," Scott hisses. "I'm fine." His hand slips away from Hope's. "I'm fine the way I am, so you can forget it. I don't need help. I just need my space."

"You've had your space," Reese replies calmly. "And it's only hurting you more."

"So I lost some weight, big deal!" Scott's eyes turn frustrated. "So I prefer spending more time with my camera than people - what's different about that now than it was before? There's nothing wrong with me!"

"You know that's not true."

Scott stands up from the table, his chair scraping on the floor. "You two can just forget it. I'm not going anywhere."

"It's for your own good, Scott. We care. Now come on... don't fight us about it. We're trying to help."

"I don't need your help! I just need to be left alone! Can't anyone see that? I just need to be left alone!" Scott backs up several steps. "I'm not going."

Reese stands up slowly, his stomach starting to churn. He looks at Scott, seeing the fear and anger. Then he looks at Hope. He wouldn't make any move without her go-ahead. Brute force was the last resort, but he was ready if it needed to be done that way.