Twisted Protector

Squeakers

(Brady's POV)

The infirmary definitely wasn't one of Brady's favorite places. It always messed with his sense of smell, and it was taking one of his strengths away, thanks to the heavy chemical smells. A frown came to his face as he followed behind Greyson for once.

The few people who were staff looked up at their entrance, but only one brave soul stepped forward to question their presence. Grey was calm, so he took his cues from his master.

"We're here to see Zachary. Is there any new information regarding his care?" He resumed walking while questioning, heading straight for a specific room further down the cold hallway. The doctor would have to follow to keep speaking to the coven master.

"No Master Greyson, it was touch and go at first, especially with the toxin from the bites, but his healing indicates he is out of the woods. I expect a full recovery." Brady gritted his teeth together, Samuel definitely had to fight with him that the male had venom inside.

"Was his blood willingly given or forced?" Greyson's voice remained reserved, even though the tension in his face was visible. Brady was concerned, but there was nothing he could do to help.

The guards backed off for Greyson, who acknowledged them with a nod before looking to the man in scrubs. "I do not know, sir. Cameron brought the blood for Zachary."

Grey asked no other questions before entering the room. The smell of blood and chemicals grew, and the sound of machines going could be heard now. The steady drip of liquid was like fingers tapping as he observed the body in the bed. Zachary was sleeping, which was no shock to him. The vampire's body would need time to heal from the venom. It was designed to kill their kind after all.

Brady went and leaned against the wall, observant, as Grey attempted to wake the young guard. It took more than what it should be since he was a supernatural. His eyes slowly opened from the arm, shaking his shoulder.

There was instant fear and shock in his eyes, and it wasn't completely clear when registering Grey and the doctor.

"Master Greyson?" Brady could tell he was heavy under some kind of pain medicine/chemical. Not much of what he said would make sense, not that they needed confirmation on the attack anymore. All of it boiled down to why, and the look he shared with Greyson told him they were on the same page.

"You are going to be okay, Zachary. Rest and heal, I promise you are safe." There was nothing else said as he and the doctor followed the dominant male back out to the hallway.

"Same orders." He directed this to the guards before facing the doctor. "Keep me updated, even if it's minor things." The doctor nodded eagerly, and Brady could not blame him, Greyson could be a scare on a normal basis.

Lost in his thoughts, he missed Grey stepping to him and grabbing his hand until the action was already accomplished. Blue eyes looked to his face, but the other male was already turned and leading them out of the infirmary. Of course, this made Brady happy. All these smells really were becoming a bother.

"Where are we going now?" He asked curiously while letting himself be guided by the hand holding. To be an ass, he might have pointed it out by making a joke, but he didn't want to lose this moment. Instead, he stroked the other's skin with his thumb, content with the gesture.

"Penelope and the others need to be checked on." The reminder of the shifter group brought Aiden to his mind. He hoped the kid managed to sleep peacefully. Well, all of them needed to sleep peacefully, but his first thought had been on that individual.

"Cameron!" The white-haired woman was coming out of her room when called by Greyson. Hazel eyes turned to him, and he felt rather than saw his hand tugged forward. "I'll catch up, pup. Go check on our new friends."