It has been a couple of days since Tyler was shot and thankfully he is breathing on his own. Despite the nature of his injuries, he was lucky. Apparently, my quick actions saved his life. In all fairness, I was just doing my job. There is one problem. I decided to work on the day that the doctors expected Tyler to wake up. The good thing is my dad promised me he would call when Tyler wakes up. Right now I am locked in an interesting debate with Tim. We are discreetly debating what we are going to do for our next date.

"I'm just saying watching a string of silent movies in one go would be dead boring," I responded.

"Yeah, but you are not saying no," Tim replies.

"Fair but still...It would be boring. Anyway, I can't do anything outside of work because my Dad told me that I have to look after TK when I am home," I counter. This conversation is going nowhere but I don't mind. Luckily for me, it doesn't take long for the signal bell to go. After a few minutes, we made it to a house. Of course, Judd and his crew have beat us to it.

"What have we got?" Michelle asks as we join them.

"We had to pull a man from the pool," Judd fills us in.

"Apparently the barbecue caught fire," Judd adds as we make the man comfortable on the gurney. After a few seconds, the man is finally able to breathe.

"How bad is it?" He asks.

"You're very lucky your brother-in-law pushed you into that pool so fast. Let's push one mil of morphine to make him comfortable," Michelle gives us her orders. Once we get him comfortable we leave. Thankfully it is a simple job. That is until I hear the call out for another ambulance. The thought makes me giggle. After ten minutes we are finally back at the station. For some reason I find myself pacing. Dad told me he would call me if Tyler woke up but something tells me I might finish my shift before that happens.

"Hey, Piper what's wrong?" Paul asks.

"I'm expecting a call from my Dad saying that TK is awake but after what I saw I'm not sure that's going to happen today," I explain the situation.

"I'm surprised you didn't take the week off," Paul responds.

"I thought about it but staying in the hospital was driving me crazy," I counter. The part that is driving me crazy is the part where I have done everything that I can do. As the thought crosses my mind my phone rings.

"Hey, Dad. Is TK awake yet?" I ask.

"Yes he is and he wants to see you," Dad replies. I can hear the relief in his voice.

"Ok. I'll ask Michelle if I can have the rest of the shift off," I responded before hanging up. With that, I head to Michelle's office. As soon as I make it I tentatively knock on the door.

"Come in," Michelle says before I enter.

"Um...I was hoping I could get the rest of my shift off. TK woke up and apparently, he wanted to speak to me," I filled her in.

"Of course," Michelle responds. With that, I leave. Before heading out I change back into my civilian clothes. After what feels like an eternity I make it to the hospital room where Tyler is staying. I pause as I notice that Dad is explaining what happened to him.

"That's probably for the best," Dad confirms.

"Dad, what happened? Who the hell shot me?" Tyler presses Dad for more information.

"I'll tell him, Dad. You should go home and get some rest," I say announcing my presence.

"Ok," Dad gives in. After making sure Tyler is comfortable he leaves.

"So what happened?" Tyler asks again. For some reason, I sigh.

"Well...we were responding to a possible cardiac event behind a locked door...so Dad and your crew forced their way in. There was a boy with a gun. He shot you. He thought we were intruders," I explain the situation. Honestly, I am not mad at the kid as he was protecting his mum. I chose to leave out the part where I was the paramedic who saved his life. Now is not the time to boast. I watch on as Tyler lets the information sink in.

"Oh, that poor kid. Does anybody know how he's holding up?" Tyler asks. The concern in his voice is noticeable.

"I heard he's been meeting with APD counselling. If you want I can organise a follow-up with him since we were the first on the scene," I offer. A part of me thinks that it might be for the best if they could meet each other. After some back and forth

"Apparently you saved my life...Well, Dad told me you did. Thank you," Tyler remarks.

"I was just doing my job...but yes...I guess I did. Anyway, I'll let you rest as I have to get something to eat," I say before leaving.

It is the day after and I am watching Dad make a fuss over Tyler. It is fun to watch but at the same time, it's kind of sad.

"Dad I'm fine. Besides Piper will be here if I need anything," Tyler responds as Dad tries to get him comfortable.

"But-"

"Dad you worry too much. If anything happens to TK I will let you know. Besides Judd is going crazy and not in a good way," I cut Dad off. As good as Judd is as a person he is no leader.

"Ok if you say so. I will see you two tomorrow," Dad remarks before leaving. As soon as he is out of the door Tyler realises a sigh. I shoot a death glare in his direction.

"What?" I ask as I sit down in the chair next to him.

"You both worry too much," Tyler replies.

"Then stop giving us reasons to worry about you," I half joke. The thing is I know for a fact that nothing that Tyler will say or do will stop me from worrying. It has been a couple of hours since then and with some reassurance from Tyler I am doing some grocery shopping. As I place the items in the trolly I realise that I am feeling a little on edge. I feel that something is wrong and I can't fix it. The thing is I don't know what I am worried about. I shrug it off as there is nothing that I can do if I don't know what the problem is. After double-checking that I have everything I pay and leave. As soon as I sit down in the car I feel my breathing catch on my throat. In a fit of panic, I call Tim.

"Hey, Piper what's wrong?" Tim answers.

"I don't...I don't know. I just...star...I just started panicking," I fumble my way through a response.

"Just breathe, ok tell me where you are," Tim gets to work on helping me.

"It's all good...I just needed to hear your voice...," I respond as I force myself to swallow some air. After a few minutes of breathing and focusing on Tim's voice, I am relaxed enough to drive home. As I drive home I try to think of what could have caused a panic attack at that severity. I put it down to the fact that I have been bottling up my emotions so that I can get through work without issue.

It is the day after and I am at work. Right now I am trying to enjoy lunch with the crew but my mind is elsewhere. Well, I say elsewhere but I know exactly where my thoughts lie. I want to stop worrying.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Tim whispers.

"There is nothing to talk about. I had a panic attack and now I am fine," I retort. It's not that I want to talk about it. I do but I can't begin to explain how I feel. What makes matters worse is the fact that Tyler told me that he has no intentions to return to the 126. It is his choice but something tells me that he is overthinking things. Speaking of Tyler he has come to the station. After some comments to the others, he heads to Dad's office. After a few minutes, he reappears.

"I take it you told Dad," I remark.

"Yeah. He's not happy about it but I think he realises that I've been living under his shadow for too long," Tyler remarks before leaving. I catch myself sighing again. It seems like everything is going wrong all at once. Sadly there is nothing that I can do. I just need to have faith that it will work itself out.