"Did it work?" Mrs. Quinzel asked in a hushed, worried tone, chewing her bottom lip. She tried to get a peek into the office room, to confirm her hopes, or destroy them. Then she met the kind, weary eyes of the child psychiatrist standing before her. "Is my daughter alright?"
The man nodded. "Harleen is going to be just fine," he assured the young woman. "The hypnosis seems to have worked, and she's resting now."
"But she's alright?"
"Yes, she's fine, but we'd like to keep her here for a few weeks. We'll monitor her to make sure all is as it should be, and we'll help her ease back into herself."
"Can I visit her."
"Yes. It's best if you see her as much as possible."
Mrs. Quinzel nodded, her tense face relaxing slightly in relief. "Can I see her now?"
"She's sleeping now, but you can go and sit with her." He quietly opened the door to the room to let the worried woman in.
"Thank you, Dr. Hague," Mrs. Quinzel said with weary gratitude as she took the chair by her daughter's bed. The door shut quietly as the doctor left the two to their privacy.