Daphne looked at Frasier and smiled. "Why don't you go in and see him? I know he's anxious to see you."
Frasier returned her smile, but it was tinged with worry. "Oh Lord, I feel terrible for the way I yelled at him when he called to say that he was coming over. Why didn't I just leave him alone? I-."
The scared expression on his face made the usually strong and confident man look like a little boy and Daphne hugged him impulsively. "Niles loves you, Dr. Crane." She whispered. "He knows you were just trying to protect him. But please know that I would never-."
"I know, Daphne. And I'm sorry that I ever had the thought. You're a wonderful person and I hope that you and Niles will be very happy together, unlike-."
A surge of anger rose within Daphne, one that she simply couldn't control. "Well then where is she?"
The outburst startled both Frasier and Martin.
"Where's who, Daphne?" Martin asked.
"Mrs. Crane! Maris!" She yelled. "I thought she was supposed to love him!" She began to sob, the motion shaking her entire body. "What kind of wife doesn't even bother to come to the hospital to see her husband when he could have-?"
As she cried she was barely aware of Frasier's arms around her, trying relentlessly to calm her. "Daphne, Daphne… It will be okay." He said quietly. But she forcefully pulled out of his arms.
"No it won't! It will never be okay, can't you see that?" She broke down in sobs again, nearly falling into a heap of sadness onto the floor.
Martin looked worriedly at his son who was holding Daphne as though trying to sedate her.
"Fras, should I go and get someone?"
"Go on and see Niles, Dad." Frasier said. "We'll be all right."
"But-."
"Niles is waiting for you, Dad. And I know how much you want to see him. Tell him I'll be there in a little while."
As he stood at Niles' door, Martin took one last worried glance at Daphne and Frasier. "Well, okay, but if you need anything, come and get me immediately. Are you sure you don't want me to call a doctor?"
"We'll be fine, Dad." Frasier reassured him. "I'll take care of Daphne. Just go and sit with Niles."
Martin looked his eldest son in the eye, a gesture that told Frasier that he meant business. "All right, but I meant what I said."
"We'll be fine, Dad." Frasier said again. "Go on."
Martin smiled tentatively. "Take care of her, son."
Sitting on the floor of the hallway, Frasier rubbed Daphne's back as her sobs slowly began to subside. "I will, Dad. I will."