Marcus did sit. It wasn't every day he dove right in front of a train. And he was certainly hurting.
"Thank you," he told her, "but I do believe I was hired to do a job. Unless you've fired me, I'll make sure she gets home."
"You're doing no such thing until you report, Belby," Robert said, taking the chart and signing off on Jess's work. "What happened?"
"We were outside, heading towards the hospital when Khaat gets a wild notion that she's got to go to Kings Cross. I'm not sure why. Maybe it had something to do with the woman that brushed up against her on the sidewalk. But she got determined to go to Kings Cross," Belby said. "So we get there, and her necklace goes ballistic. What's up with that, incidently? She starts hunting for someone and takes off after some guy and chases him to the platform. The guy turns and tosses her in front of the 8 am train. I didn't have time to chase him. I jumped onto the tracks with her to get her out. I didn't think we honestly made it. That train was right on us. Bloody muggles, I'm sure, thought we were mush on the tracks."
"Would you recognize the man or the woman if you saw them again?" Robert asked.
"The man, yes. The woman, no. She was there and gone much too quickly," Belby said. "Who is he?"
"He's a werewolf. And he wants my family dead. Its why you're here," Robert said.
"Well, now I know why she needs a platoon of security," Belby said. "And the necklace? Glows in the presence of werewolves?"
"Something like that," Robert said. "Jess, get Jack and Steven to quit playing in Paris. Get them back. Have them get here and comb the hospital. I don't want them in my hospital again. Lets not have another battle in the basement. Send a floo message to Angus. If Edward isn't back, have Angus get him back--right now."
"Belby," Brian said. "Well done. Thank you. but you look like hell. I'll take..."
"If you don't mind," Belby said, "you trusted me to do a job. I'd prefer you let me do it." Robert looked at him for a moment.
"Are you up to it?" Robert asked.
"Yes, Sir," Belby said, now knowing what he was fighting for, and now driven to take a stand and not back down.
"If you think you're up to getting her home when she wakes, then fine. But you both go straight home and get off your feet," Robert said. "Try reading a magazine." Belby didn't reply. He didn't read magazines. Wherever Khaat was, that was where he would be.