"Tend to your patients, Healer," Robert said quickly to Jess, picking up a chart and standing at the nurses station to write a note in the chart. "Go check someone."
Downstairs, the staff had issued an emergency admission and Brian had kept shouting orders in a rapid fire, authoritative tone to deliberately cause excessive chaos to keep the staff fired up and believing Khaat was truly in danger of dying. Hannah finally arrived with the piece of information Brian had been waiting on. The news that Robert had started his rounds and was up in the intensive care unit. She had reserved a bed there for Khaat and ordered Khaat to be taken there immediately so that Robert could stabilize her.
The staff rushed her upstairs and into the intensive care unit as if it were a lifethreatening emergency. Robert tossed the chart aside and took his typical strong strides to them. He played his part expertly, getting her transferred to the bed in the room that was reserved for her, and he and Brian worked on making it look like they were stabilizing her. They dismissed the emergency room staff, and as soon as the staff was gone, Robert merely pulled the blankets over Khaat to keep her warm.
"Alright, you lot. Heads up," he said. "I expect them to strike quickly and hard. They won't want to give us time to muster security around her. They'll be here any time now. Wands at the ready. It is about to begin."
The werewolves, however, were not about to disappoint. They had "lowered" themselves to their mere human forms and had entered the hospital in a few groups of two or three. They picked up quickly on the gossip about the director and made their way quickly and discreetly upstairs. Kate felt an old chill. She used to feel it when Remus accidently transformed on farm grounds. And at Khaat's bedside, Brian saw the necklace begin to glow. So--they were in. Brian gave Robert a handsignal. He expected them through the door at any moment.
Outside the intensive care unit, the twelve werewolves from the pack who had come, along with their leader assembled quietly. The order had been given. None of the Lupins were to remain alive. Being in a contained space wasn't the best fighting location, but the Lupins were trapped. There was no way out. They were mere humans--except one. And he was a fool. He embraced his humanity as if it were a blessing instead of his right to a higher lifeform. Anyone who got in the way of the Lupins dying this morning were to be killed, shown no quarter. The leader himself smiled at the thought of taking care of Khaat Lupin's corpse and getting his hands finally on that damned stone that had troubled him for so long. And holding her head in his hands would give him a sense of satisfaction he hadn't felt in a long time. He ordered them to transfigure.
In the room by the door, Edward could smell them. Werewolves. Lots of them. He looked over at Angus who nodded. He could smell them too. They stank. For now, they needed to lay back and look like the critically ill patients that they were impersonating with polyjuice. Edward much preferred his own very tall form, but that had not been what Robert had graced him with. Edward had been given a form as a rather short, thin, aging wizard with no hair and a grey beard.
Angus didnt' like his form either. He was a young blond student who had splinched himself. Michael didn't care what he looked like. He knew what he was capable of. Michael's disgise wasn't that far from his own form. A man about his size and age but with a completely different face.
Brian took one last opportunity to check Khaat and to add to her sleep spell. He wanted no chance she would wake whatsoever. He kissed her softly--just in case it was the last time he got to do it in this life.
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