Thyme paced nervously back and forth in their room, chewing absentmindedly on one of his thumb nails. Brie lay exactly where she had when he left, in their bed. She was covered in blankets that were nearly soaked through with sweat, and the pained look on her face worried the werecat.<br/><br/>They had told him, of course. His lover was pregnant, but the medical staff hadn't been able to tell him why she was in such a weakened, feverish state. He'd sent them away, after having them tell him what needed to be done to take care of her. Thyme had no patience for useless people.<br/>After several minutes he ceased his pacing, moving to sit in the chair next to her bedside. His hand reached out to grip hers, and he leaned down to kiss her hand, than her cheek. It was hot on his lips.<br/><br/>"Brie...I need you to pull through this, okay? Whatever it is, I need you to survive it, so I can survive. Me and Ghost...we'd both be devastated if we lost you." Thyme frowned. "I'm gonna do whatever it takes to fix it. Even if I have to die, I'm going to fix this."<br/><br/>The whole situation had him on edge. With Brie in this state, it was already hard enough for him to work, but he'd also gotten a call from Kai that Ghost had done something stupid and now both Ghost and Plum were in the hospital, likely for some time. The shifter had refused to say exactly what had happened, but the werecat already knew. The dumb wolf had Marked her, gotten spooked by the possibility of Plum getting hurt, and had fucked up the nymph's job. How the fuck that landed them in the hospital was anyone's guess. There was going to have to be a long talk between the three of them about what was allowed and what should be common sense not to fucking do.<br/><br/>Thyme sighed and shook his head, laying it on Brie's stomach. It had been so long since he'd slept. Surely a cat-nap couldn't hurt.