"Come along. It might help to calm Carlo if there was a woman helping him pack some things for Rosaria," Angus said to Ruby. "I mean, I can suggest things, but clearly, you'll do a better job at it. Thanks, Jessie, for giving Aria a hand. The babies can be a handful. Aria, don't be afraid to have the boys lend a hand. They do not need to tank up on pizza and then doze off like sloths. They can help with their sisters if you need them."
"Let's go, then," Robert said, as Marcus finished his pizza and his soda. Angus did the porting and ported them to Evan's. When they arrived, they made the short walk to Evan's place and knocked on the door. Tara answered.
"Come on in," Tara said. "Evan and Carlo went to get the stretch limosine."
"Oh. I should have thought of that," Angus nodded. "Makes sense. It's a lot more practical." He looked at Ruby. "The muggle stretch limosine is a car equipped to carry the wealthy or the VIP's or large groups in one car. Edward's stretch limo has a bench seat and can seat one other person plus the driver. The back, however, can seat eight to ten people. It's actually a relatively small stretch limo."
"He's right," Marcus said. "The biggest ones can hold up to 20 people in the back. A good many of the have bullet proof glass and blacked out windows so no one can see who is in the car, for security purposes. Evan and Carlo are making the right call. It will transport all of us in the same car, and since there won't be a parking space big enough to hold it, they'll have to leave the car at the front door of the hospital. That will make an easy in and out for us, and, since the back will have plenty of bench seating, it will hold Rosaria with her injured leg to get her out and get her back to the estate without having to hire on a muggle ambulance to move her. It will give us complete control from the moment she's released."
"They'll be back in just a moment, I'm sure," Tara said. "You will look out for Carlo,, won't you? He's a nervous wreck. Some muggle monster was talking to him about amputating her leg at their emergency unit..."
"Over my dead body!" Robert scowled. "Not happening. The sooner she's out of there the better. You said they did surgery?"
"Some sort of metal. Metal sticks and wires and such. I didn't understand. She's not an engine that she needs metal," Tara sighed.
"No, but muggles are barbaric like that. I'll take her to surgery and remove all that nonsense and try to put it to rights, but if they removed the bone chips and fragments, I'll have to regrow the bone, and that will take time. Still, she's better in my hands than theirs," Robert said.