Plum shrugged her good shoulder at Thyme, "Well, well. Me-oewww to you, too..." Thyme didn't comment, though he briefly glanced over her, "...go get yourself fixed up. Have one of the healers do it fast, the Wolves are on the move." Plum frowned and looked down at her arm. She knew the healers would do a good job, but she was certain she could sit this one out for the night and no one would blame her---except maybe Thyme who had just given her instructions....but he wasn't her boss, so he hardly counted.<br/><br/>Just as he began to strode away, a thought occurred to the bruised woman, "Hey! Thyme...maybe give Brie a warning? She's still at work. You know the wolves will likely be waiting for her there if they really are trying to stir shit up and she isn't a fighter like the rest of us..." Plum let her warning trail and turned heel when she felt like she was heard. Time to get her arm back together.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Brie's hair was pulled back into a rather messy bun as she adjusted her glasses for what felt like the 80th time that evening. She was in Paetra's ICU room reviewing the girl's charts. It would have helped immensely if Ghost had known what Mr. LeFayel was, but alas...he did not. She gave a sigh, mildly irritated by the task at hand.<br/><br/>Still, she had an inkling of what was going on with Paetra. The girl's body was fighting over what genes would be dominant. Nons were such odd creatures. They always had something strange going on and weren't nearly as easy to diagnose as humans were. She was glad that no one had mentioned to the LeFeyal's how they had almost lost Paetra. She had lost a lot of blood but transfusions were a tricky when it came to vampires---and she wasn't actually a full vampire but she wasn't a human either. This was the first nonchild she had met that was half vampire, as most vampires couldn't have children outside of their race.<br/><br/>She gave a frown as she continued her perusal of Paetra's chart. All the way up until that point, her records indicated she was human, but when Brie's eyes looked up to examine the girl, she could tell in an instant that was no longer the case. The more she investigated, the more she realized that the hospital did not have the resources they needed to deal with such a thing. It seemed Ghost was at least right about that part, but how did he expect to convince the LeFeyal's of that?<br/><br/>She slumped, "He's gonna ask me to figure it out..." she mumbled to herself in defeat. It wasn't that she minded, but Ghost had been spending less and less time with her yet still demanding more of her. She was at the point that she wanted to leave PM together--the only thing stopping her was the fact Thyme was deeply entrenched in his loyalty for PM...and, despite how sad she had been about Ghost lately, she was still loyal.<br/><br/>"Hey, Brie!" a brunette popped her head in, yellow-green eyes catching the silver Wolf's, "Some guys are here to see you." Brie furrowed her brow and pulled her phone out of the pocket of her coat---there weren't any messages from anyone, so who could it be?