"This is not the time," Brian said quietly, walking down the corridors of the hospital. He saw Michael sitting by himself, rubbing his temples. Brian reached him and stood in front of him, still unnoticed by Michael. "Let me," Brian said softly. He reached down and put his fingertips on Michael's temples and drew off the pain. He felt Michael's nerves were tighter than rubber bands. He added a touch of a calming spell for him.
"Michael," Brian said. "It won't do you any good to stay any more today. You can't see her anymore until tomorrow."
"But I'd be here. Brian, if I'd known...."
"Michael," Brian said. "Would you like me to check on her for you?"
"Please?" Michael asked. Brian nodded. He went into the ICU unit and was there for a few moments and returned.
"By the looks of it, she's better," Brian said. "She'll still be here in the morning, if that's your fear. Come on. Kate's making chicken and noodles."
"Kate has the best chicken and noodles in the world," Michael managed a sllight smile.
"And Robert has brandy and a warm fire. I'm to take you there to be with family tonight."
"I can't. What about Otto and Faline? And I don't have anything packed and..."
"We'll get it," Brian said. He turned to Jack and Jim. "Go to Michaels. Get the dogs and bring them to Roberts. Pack one of Michael's messenger bags for him and bring it to the house. Make sure his place is locked. Anything else, Michael?"
"Black socks. They need to bring the black socks from the pantry for the dogs," Michael said.
"We'll do it," Brian said. "Let's you and I go ahead to Roberts."
"Flowers. I need to send Alette flowers."
"You've sent her two bouquets of roses already," Brian said gently.
"Have I?" he asked.
"Come on. Let's go home for a few hours," Brian said, understanding Michael was in a bit of shock. He looked at Jim and Jack, to silently order them to go to Michaels and leave Michael to him.