Michael and Angus were cleaning up the breakfast dishes when the shawl was delivered. Michael didn't like the looks of it. He saw it shredded and saw the black stains. He frowned and checked the stains and smelled them.
"Oil," he told Angus. "Cinders and ash."
"What?" Angus frowned. "Where was she?"
"Not a bloody clue," Michael said.
"She's not going to like losing that shawl."
"She won't," Michael said. "I think Tobias will know where I can get it repaired. I'll take it to him right away." But his mood grew more serious when Cassidy told them that Khaat and Belby had been hurt. "Good grief," Michael sighed. "They've barely been gone an hour. How can she get into trouble already?"
"She's a Lupin," Angus said, agreeing with Cassidy's suggestion of the broth. "It comes in her DNA. She gets it from her uncle."
"Well, that's very true," Michael said, as Angus got out the ingredients for the red wine broth that Khaat liked so well. And if the bedrooms were being prepared, then he was hoping it wasn't terribly serious. But with several healers in the house, the fact that Belby and Khaat were coming home didn't exactly mean a great deal.
An instant later, Angus and Michael heard the distinctive crack of a wand, someone apparating in. He looked to see his grandfather had returned.
"Where are they?" Edward asked.
"Where are who?" Michael asked.
"The werewolves," Edward said.
"I give up," Angus said. "Where?"
"Knothead," Edward sighed. "Robert just sent for me to come back immediately. He wouldn't have sent for me if there were none."
"Not likely," Michael agreed. "Hopefully, someone will give us a report soon. Edward, it appears that Khaat and her new bodyguard were injured somehow within the last hour."
"Cassidy," Edward said. "That may mean things will get chaotic here shortly. Send a message to Kieran and Fi and ask them to come and help with the kids. That will take the pressure off you all and let you deal with whatever the heck the pack is doing."
At the hospital, Robert tended her shoulder. Robert detected some bone fragments or something not right there again. "Jess, assist me please," he said, motioning to the cabinet where the suture kits were kept. "Something's not entirely right."
"You're going to do surgery in here?" Marcus asked, frowning.
"It can't hurt much worse," Khaat told Belby. "Don't stress."
"I'm not stressing," Belby said. "Its just weird." And to Marcus, it was. He was reminded of the times he'd needed stitches. What he normally ended up doing was using a complimentary hotel sewing kit that had been given to him by a hotel desk clerk. He remembered of stitching himself up with some bright blue thread simply because it was the first bit of thread he could find the end of. He didn't use healers. Not normally. He just tended himself in whatever way he could improvise and kept going.
He wasn't used to healers, and so he really wasn't used to Jess's methods either. Robert glanced up at Belby as he cleaned his wand to prepare to work on Khaat's shoulder.
"You look about as much like a fish out of water as a man can get," Robert laughed. "You aren't going to faint at the sight of blood, are you?"
"If I do, I'll try to faint quietly," Marcus replied, a tad sarcastic. In his line of work, Marcus saw a lot of blood. It didn't bother him. The whole surgery thing in an ER room? That was just weirdness.