Brennan was on her knees in a pool of blood. She looked up. Everyone was moving in slow motion. Even sound was distorted, slowed down, muffled.
She wiped at the perspiration on her forehead. Her hand leaving a smear of blood behind.
She found her voice and brought everything back to speed.
"Hurry! I don't think he can breathe!" she screamed at the paramedic who was running across the car park.
The paramedic knelt down and checked her father. "His airway is constricted. I need to assist him Ma'am" he said, opening his medical case. "I need to do a tracheotomy." He said to Brennan who nodded her understanding.
"I saw him stab my father. I saw it" she sobbed, her normally calm demeanour had deserted her in the face of the possible loss of her father.
"Please ma'am. You need to let us do our job" a second paramedic said as he gently pulled her away from her father's side.
Brennan stood watching them working on her father, then load him into the ambulance. She finally let out the breath she had been holding, and climbed into the ambulance to ride along with Max.
The practical, sensible doctor was gone. In her place was a daughter.
"I'm here Dad. You're going to be fine. I'm here"