The next few hours were a blur for Brenna. From when she made the 911 call, to when she was sitting in the back of the ambulance next to her father, to when the doctors took him into an examination room and made her wait in the waiting room. Brenna was too numb to feel fear or anger or to even cry. She felt completely detached from her surroundings almost as if this were all a dream. Brenna was finally pulled back into reality when she heard her name being called. She looked up and saw a man, whom she assumed to be a doctor, standing in front of her.

"Excuse me. Are you Brenna Carver?"

"Yeah, I am. Is my dad going to be alright?"

"He's fine. He just had a panic attack."

"Can I see him?

"Of course! Follow me." Brenna got up and followed the doctor into an examination area. "He's right behind this curtain. My name is Doctor Harvey. If you or your father have any questions or concerns just have one of the nurses page me."

"Ok, thank you." Doctor Harvey nodded before walking away. Breanna pulled back the curtain and saw Detective Carver lying down with his eyes closed. "Dad?" Brenna tenatively called out.

"Detective Carver slowly opened up his eyes. Brenna immediately ran over. "Oh Dad! Thank God you're alright! I was so scared."

"Not going down that easily." Brenna smiled. Suddenly a huge pang of guilt washed over her. He would not have had this panic attack and, as a result, wouldn't be lying here in the hospital if it weren't for her. Tears filled Brenna's eyes.

"I am so sorry."

"For what?"

"I'm the reason you had a panic attack and the reason why you're in the hospital now." Detective Carver shook his head.

"Brenna, do you know how many arguments I get into everyday? Basically with everyone I interact with. Point is, any one of those arguments could have triggered it. Ok?"

"Ok."

"Good. Because if I hear you blaming yourself one more time..."

"I won't blame myself anymore. I promise."

"Good. So what time is it?" Brenna took out her phone and looked at the display on her screen. "Do you not own a watch?" Detective Carver snidely asked her.

"No, why would I when I have a clock on my phone?"

"The phone you have to dig out of that over sized purse of yours whenever you want to know the time."

"Whatever."

"That's it. I'm buying you a watch."

"Cool. Oh, by the way, it's 9:45 pm now."

"Did you ever have a chance to eat that Pop Tart back in the room?" Brenna shook her head. "OK, we'll grab a bite to eat once I get out, which better be soon."

"I can go ask one of the nurses if they know when your getting out."

"Thanks Brenna."

"No problemo." She got up and walked over to the nurses station. "Excuse me?" Brenna called out. A nurse walked over.

"Yes?"

"Hi, my name is Brenna Carver. I'm just wondering if you know when my dad, Emmett Carver is going to be released."

"Hold on one second." She went over to a computer and typed something in. A minute later, she returned to Brenna. "We're just waiting on a Psych consult. The psychiatrist will then make a recommendation as to when he'll be released." Brenna sighed. This was not going to go over well.

"Thank you" Brenna said through gritted teeth. She then turned around and walked back over to where her dad was.

"Well?" Detective Carver asked Brenna the moment she returned.

"Please promise me that you'll remain calm no matter what."

"Brenna what is going on?"

"Just please promise me, ok?"

"Not until you tell me what is going on!" Tears filled Brenna's eyes. "What the hell did they tell you that has you so scared?"

"They're sending down a psychiatrist to evaluate you" Brenna quickly spit out. "I need to to be calm so they don't find any reason to hold you or lock you up, ok?"

"A Psychiatrist? A fucking Psychiatrist?" he bellowed. Brenna tensed up, which was immediately noticed by Detective Carver. "Fine. I'll stay calm. For you."

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Brenna squealed as she ran over and gave Detective Carver a quick hug.