Brian arrived at St. Mungos after doing an errand for Robert. His overcoat was draped over one arm, and he carried a disposable cup of coffee in the other. He'd been a devoted tea drinker until he'd married Khaat, and then her penchant for French Roast had also somewhat now become his too. He was simply hoping for an ordinary shift, but as he walked through the hospital, one of the nurses stopped him short.
"Mr. Quinn," she said, speaking in rapid, anxious verbage, "Hannah said we were to stop you if we found you...."
"You found me," Brian said calmly, hoping to ease the little blond. "What's the issue?"
"She can't find the director..." the blond began.
"What?" Brian frowned. "Didn't she get here? She left before I did."
"No, no, Sir...I mean..Yes, Sir...I mean..."
"Shut it," Brian said steadily. She clamped her mouth shut promptly. "Now," he said. "Breathe." She obeyed. "Try again now," he said. "Did she or did she not get here?"
"Yes. Yes, Sir. She handled a case here in the ER and then she left before she finished and now Hannah can't find her," the blond said.
"Give me the chart," Brian said. The blond retrieved the chart. He flopped the overcoat over the desk at the nurses station and set down his coffee and flipped open the chart. Cruciatus. Damn. He understood already at least part of why that was tough for her, but it wasn't as if she hadn't removed them since her own troubles. Why was this different? He continued to read. Hannah's notes didn't make sense. Khaat was perfectly capable of removing a cruciatus without difficulty, but healing by touch was a somewhat risky business. Potions and wand charms were more conventional. Less risky for the healer. This was just weird. He handed the chart back to the nurse and went to the room where Susan Bones was.
He saw Jack Dyllan there, sitting, waiting. That, in itself was not unusual. Jack was a frequently flyer here when it came to rescues.
"Hello, Jack," Brian said. "Any response from Ms. Bones yet?" That in itself would tell him much about what was going on. If it had been a clean removal with nothing more or odd, then she might be tired but should have been awake and alert at least for a bit before the fatigue took over. Anything else spelled out something else going on, and that was Brian's chief concern.
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