Elizabeth Warden was standing on the doorstep of the Bucket ( also pronounced Bouquet) residence extremely worried. Since the death of her dear Daddy a month ago and her faithful husband Richard, a week ago,Hyacinth hadn't quite seemed herself, but would refuse to talk about her feelings every time Elizabeth asked. Elizabeth opened the door, surprised to find it unlocked. She heard a recording of a church choir playing Guide Me O Thy Great Redeemer.

"Hyacinth!," Elizabeth called. She walked into the kitchen,and almost collapsed at the sight before her,Hyacinth lay on the floor,deathly pale,eyes closed, with a note on fine stationery beside her.

"Hyacinth!," she screamed. She found her pulse was faint and her breathing shallow. Elizabeth called 999 with shaking hands.

" My friend is unconscious, barely breathing, a note.. No I don't know how she.. Please hurry!" Elizabeth hastily gave the dispatcher Hyacinth's address.

"It'll be alright ,Hyacinth. I care for you, so does your family. You are difficult, but loved, still loved. God, help her. Help her know she doesn't have to keep up this silly facade anymore. If only I knew she was hurting. Oh.. God it was only a facade wasn't it?" There was a woman Elizabeth remembered who wasn't so obsessed with keeping up appearances and she liked the old Hyacinth better.

As she rode in the ambulance with Hyacinth, she gently stroked her hand and sang hymns and show tunes she knew Hyacinth loved. She knew somewhere in her unconscious state, Hyacinth knew she was cared for.

" Till we have built Jerusalem in England's green and pleasant land," sang Elizabeth as the ambulance came to a stop.

Although Hyacinth never knew, the reason it had taken Gayle longer to finish university was her struggle with bipolar disorder. Elizabeth had made a similar trip to Accident and Emergency Department when Gayle had harmed herself during a depressive episode. Although, it wasn't this medically severe, she knew how to best help someone get good care in crisis. She tried to intervene with Hyacinth's depression earlier, and was glad she could be with her now, knowing thinking of the what ifs would do her no good. She knew this hospital. She liked it very much. It was founded by Anglican sisters, now run by NHS, and had a wonderful psychiatric had hoped the chaplain sister was still there. She was a sister and a vicar. Elizabeth knew Hyacinth would highly respect that and find comfort in her presence, even if she wasn't keen on women's ordination.

It had been 20 years since she Elizabeth had spent a considerable amount of time here, besides visiting an occasional church friend here. Elizabeth ran behind the stretcher.

" Is there a psychiatric team on staff, now?," asked Elizabeth.

" Yes, Ma'am, are you family?,asked the doctor.

" Neighbor and friend."

"Paramedics say suspected overdose, suicide attempt? We will do everything we can.."

"Elizabeth."

" Elizabeth, we will update you as soon as possible."

Elizabeth went into the waiting room, put her head in her hands and prayed. She then sent a text to Hyacinth's family. She remembered how 20 years ago, Hyacinth was so proud of her mobile phone. How times had changed, she thought.

Elizabeth stepped out to call the family. She advised they not come all at once. She told Sheridan,she didn't think bringing Tarquin would be the best idea.

" Because he's someone she doesn't know, good God, my coming out to her shortly before Dad died didn't cause her to.."

"Oh no, Sheridan! Her note talked of missing your grandfather and father. Yes, we don't want to overwhelm her."

" Thanks for everything Liz. People like you, help keep me being a man of faith,in God and in humanity. You've been a saint looking past Mummy's flaws and seeing a loving, vulnerable woman who needs a friend."

" Thanks so much, Sheridan. I'll see you soon. I really think your mother would feel comfortable with you staying with her after the hospitalization, something to think about."

"Thanks, Liz. Is her vicar coming?"

" He's on holiday in Cornwall, now."

" Well, I hope she gets the spiritual help she needs, as well as physically and mentally,of course."

"Yes, Sheridan. I'm so glad you are going back to school for psychology. It's a blessing in times like this to have someone else who can be a great advocate for your Mum."

" I'll be leaving shortly. I'll text you when I get there."

" Thanks."

Sheridan arrived a few minutes later.

" Any word?," he asked.

Elizabeth shook her head and handed Sheridan a note and an almost empty pill bottle. He began to silently read.

Elizabeth,

Life without being a good housewife to my sweet, yet sometimes difficult husband and helping my darling Daddy is impossible. While some may think it's a sin to do so, I think it's my duty to join them. What is my purpose without them? Sheridan loves his Mummy, but he has a lover to take care of him now. Violet declares she doesn't need any help as a divorcee and Lord knows I can't help Onslow, Daisy or Rose, they somehow enjoy the horrid poverty I escaped from after marriage. Please don't tell any friends or family how I left this world, not even the Vicar. I knew you'd understand dear, you are my closest friend.

Sincerely,

Hyacinth Bucket

" Oh, I still need you,Mum! There were a lot of sleeping pills in that bottle. I've heard of those ones. We must give that to the doctor, the note as well."

"Yes," replied Elizabeth.

A middle aged woman with a hospital badge entered the waiting room.

" Hello, are you the family of Hyacinth Bucket? I'm the A&E Psychiatrist tonight, Dr. Julie Ward. Please,come on back to my office."

Once in Dr. Ward's office,Sheridan and Elizabeth introduced themselves. " Elizabeth Warden, her neighbor. I.. I found her.. Call me Liz."

I'm her son, Sheridan."

Nice to meet you both. I'm sorry you had to see what you did, but I'm thankful your neighbor is here, Have you been able to give any info to registration?"

" Just with the paramedics,although Hyacinth has her medical information here," said Elizabeth, handing it to Dr. Ward with the suicide note and almost empty bottle.

" Thanks, I'll give the doctor these, and show you to registration. Our first priority is to stabilize Hyacinth before assessing her physical and mental health. I know you probably want to talk to me her mental health,but it's important I asses her. I've got the information about what you saw from the paramedics, Liz. I wish there was more I could do now, but for now we just have to wait."

"Have you seen, Mum?," asked Sheridan.

" In passing, just a moment. Her doctor just paged me. I told him I'd grab you."

" I'll go see the doctor. Liz, if she still has Dad listed as first emergency contact,you can change it to me. Daisy said she wanted be listed, last time we talked. Here is her contact info.

" Thanks, Sheridan."

A few minutes later, Sheridan was standing beside his unconscious mother, talking to Dr. Jones the A&E doctor.

"Oh, Mum, come back to us." He held his mother's hand.

We've given her an IV,oxygen and are monitoring her heart. Her state is common for taking the amount she took."

" Will she make it?" asked Sheridan.

" I think so, but I can't make any are going to pump her stomach,now. I'll let you know when that's in."

" Thank you Dr. Jones. If she regains consciousness, it's important you pronounce her name as Bouquet, like the flowers. She insists on it, but as for everyone else in the family it's Bucket."

" I'll remember that. She seems lucky to have you as a son," said Dr. Jones giving a kind smile.

"Thanks. I love you Mum. I know your purpose in life must be in question, now, but I'll love you no matter what. Come back to,us we love you."

He left giving her hand a gentle squeeze.