Mallow snorted and shook his head. "A few compliments freak you out." he stated. She was facing away from him now, washing her hair, so he took a couple steps until his chest was touching her back, and ran a hand up her side to cup her breast, eliciting a quiet noise from the woman. "But if I do this, you've got no problems, right?" He gave another small laugh but this one sounded almost sadistic, or derisive at the least. His other hand trailed it's way up her torso, but instead of continuing his ministrations on her breasts, both hands went further up, beginning to massage her scalp. Mallow was washing her hair for her.<br/>"You haven't been treated all that well, if that's the case." He said simply. There was no implication or suggestion in his words, only a slight hint of disappointment.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>"If I didn't give a fuck I wouldn't have helped you up. I wouldn't have made breakfast, and I sure as hell wouldn't have let you tackle me and live." Kai replied, matching Mira's venom and then some, though he just stared when the girl asked why he had taken Chuck's form. "I didn't. What the hell are you talking about? I got up and made breakfast, then came to check on you since you were losing your goddamn mind in the bathroom. Besides," Kai growled. "I would never take the form of someone whose death I feel responsible for. How fucked up do you think I am, Mira? Do you think I'd be able to look my godkids in the eye if I walked around as a dead man?" He snarled. Fuck whatever issues she was having, there was no way in the seven Hells he was going to let her insinuate something like that.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Thyme only stood and listened to the nurse, his face slowly contorting in anger. "She had damn well better be." He growled, but made the call for the cooling blankets, subsequently making another call to Ghost. He was sure the werewolf wouldn't answer the morning after his Hunt, and he was right, but he left a voicemail.<br/>"Ghost. Brie is sick. 103 fever, vomiting, light sensitivity. Nurses think it's the flu, she might have caught it from work. Just letting you know. She'll be in our room if you want to see her."<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Ghost felt his phone vibrate to alert him of a call, but he let it ring, then threw it across the room when it vibrated again, waking him from his almost-sleep. He and Plum had arrived back at PM not long ago, and the escort team had immediately taken them both to the recovery room. Now he lay across from the night nymph, just looking--or rather, gazing--at her as he struggled to keep his eyes open.<br/>He would tell her. He had to. But now now. Right now he just wanted to sleep.