Hyacinth had tried to rest a bit, but her dreams were of those she wished to join in heaven. She opened her eyes and saw the nurse sitting beside her.

" Are you cross with me?" asked Hyacinth.

" No Mrs Bucket. I'm just doing my job. I like being able to help," said Helen.

Just then, Sheridan and Elizabeth entered the room with Dr. Ward.

" Mrs. Bucket, I hope you had a good rest. I'm Dr. Ward, the A & E psychiatrist." Dr. Ward extended her hand.

" Oh, um.. Sheridan?"

" Yes, Mum?"

" Why did you, how could you?" Her voice was trembling.

" Mum, this is standard, a psychiatrist should be involved now. Her intent is to help."

" Don't be afraid Mrs. Bucket. It's just a few questions. I won't harm you," said Dr. Ward.

"Questions again, please leave." Hyacinth gave an icy glare.

" She's a lovely woman, Hyacinth," said Elizabeth.

" Please, Mum. You need help." Sheridan grabbed Hyacinth's hand.

" What will happen to me?, asked Hyacinth in a low voice.

" Well, I'll ask you a few questions and our staff will decide what the next steps should be. The doctor will see you again tonight," replied Dr. Ward.

" He knows what happens , must I repeat it?"

" We have the facts,true, but want you to get the help you need, so you can be safe, so it's important to understand what happened, how you felt and what you are feeling."

" Feelings,really?" Hyacinth didn't know what to think about that.

" Yes, Mrs. Bucket."

" Mum, will you let Dr. Ward talk with you now?," asked Sheridan.

" Yes, if I must."

"I'm going to get some supper. I'll be back with Elizabeth in a bit."

" Come here,love," said Hyacinth who kissed Sheridan on the cheek.

Once Elizabeth and Sheridan left, Hyacinth began her assessment.

" Dear Lord, I.. I don't how, if I can do this. I've never been associated with psychiatry, personally. It's frightening, shameful," whispered Hyacinth.

" It doesn't have to be Mrs. Bucket. Do you feel like life is not worth living?"

" I do hate that question so. I want.. I want to.. be free."

" Free from what Mrs. Bucket?"

" Horrid feelings."

" What feelings, Mrs. Bucket?"

" Shame, sadness, loneliness, uselessness." Hyacinth looked down avoiding eye contact as tears streamed down her face.

"Mrs. Bucket, you told Dr. Jones the attempt was planned, could you tell me how that happened?"

" I was so lonely, so lonely, so tired. So.. I decided the next time I went to the chemist,I'd.. take the whole bottle." Tears began to stream down Hyacinth's face.

" Any other medical conditions I should be aware of,substance abuse?"

" Just high cholesterol and the occasional sleeping medication. I don't abuse anything!"

" Just asking, Mrs. Bucket." She sensed as hopeless as Hyacinth felt, she still had some pride.

" I'm not like my parents" "

What do you mean Mrs. Bucket?"

" Daddy was a kind soul, when he hadn't been drinking. Mummy acted rather crazy, and kept on being sent to hospital. I'm not like her though. I've just been blue lately. She got so happy and delusional, then so sad. I'm not like that though,I'm not!"

" Have you ever been diagnosed with a mental illness?"

" No, though Elizabeth, bless her wanted to help me. Asking if I was depressed,it's nobody's business if I am."

" You can get help, if you feel depressed."

" Not what they did to my dear Mummy." Hyacinth's eyes widened.

" Things have changed for the better."

" Oh, I'll be a burden when I leave hospital."

" Do you have any coping skills, what makes you feel better?"

" Not much. I'm not a child."

" I didn't say you were. Would you like to make a plan to help you feel safe?"

" Sounds like rubbish, just let me sleep."

" Mrs. Bucket, when you leave, this all won't go away. It's very important you get treatment."

" How?"

" A short inpatient stay would include; counseling, trying to find medication that would best help you,art and/or music therapy and recreation. Our goal is to help."

" Oh, I miss them so,so much, so loving, so loyal."

" How do you feel right now?"

" Still scared. I.. I don't want to sound crazy, but I.. want my Mummy and Daddy." Hyacinth put her head down as if ashamed.

" That's a very normal reaction, Mrs. Bucket, but, if you could would you try.."

" I.. I,where are my things?"

" Locked away,for now, just a precaution."

" I wish I could show you, my Richard."

" Your husband?"

" Yes, and Sheridan's baby pictures. They shall be in my coffin. Try to go to heaven again? I shouldn't but I kind of want to. This is humiliating."

Meanwhile, Elizabeth and Sheridan were having dinner in the hospital cafeteria.

" I guess I just don't tremble with your Mum around," said Elizabeth, who was shivering, despite the cardigan she was wearing as she picked up her decaf coffee. Elizabeth was always shaking when Hyacinth handed her fine china.

" You really do care for her,don't you?"asked Sheridan.

" Yes, she was always a lovely person, but insecure. I tried to help tone down her pretentious ways at first,but they just got worse, poor dear. I always was there for those who needed help. It's my nature.".

" I'm glad we see eye to eye on things. We must work together to help Mum."

" She tried so hard to be who she thought would her gain acceptance, but she just couldn't see what she was doing to herself or others. Trying so hard to keep,up appearances that she alienates people,"said Elizabeth.

" That's very true. We seem to be in good hands here though. I'm just nervous about after the hospital."

"I'll help as much as I can, I understand depression."

" Of course, how is Gayle,now?"

" She still struggles, but does all she can help her symptoms and lead a full life, even if it isn't what she thought she'd be doing, years ago."

" I wonder if Mum would ever listen to any advice from her?"

" That would be wonderful. I hope your Mum can find a good therapist and be convinced to take medications," replied Elizabeth.

" So do I, now let's go see if she is available."

Hyacinth spent the night in the hospital convincing herself she needed to try to sleep and eat something. Something told her psychiatric hospitalization might help, but she wasn't so sure about opening up more. How could she live without going to rescue her wandering father or taking care of and enlisting her husband Richard to help her? Did Sheridan want to help her, or would she be a burden? All she knew is that she needed to sleep now. She was exhausted.