we built this city on broken glass

He was...reluctant, in every fashion, to allow those paramedics into his home let alone near his mate when that very pain, still so fresh and raw seemed to vibrate within that pack bond between them and only further incite his own protective instincts. Yet, even Frost was willing to admit that, sometimes, there was a place for that modern, human medicine even if he was rarely inclined to acknowledge it himself. It was with no small amount of reluctance that the equine allowed those paramedics through, his own attention turned to step briefly away to peer down the hall and assure his Mother had taken care of the children properly before returning to linger within the bathroom doorway. He felt distinctly...useless in that very moment. For all his struggle with those emotions he, too, struggled with his inability to do anything in that very moment. Frost very much used to being in charge, to handling that situation, to taking control as was needed as that very rank and position so demanded of him. He was decidedly....poor at merely waiting. At allowing others to take control. At allowing them around his own mate when she was in such a clear state of distress to begin with at the loss of that child. A mother, after all, became a Mother from that moment of conception- or so they said. Frost.....perhaps reluctant to admit he cared far more for Nadya and her wellbeing then that of the child he had neer met or known. Was he supposed to feel as such? Frost frowned, if only momentarily, his head shaking lightly to rid it of those emotions as Nadya was helped to her feet.

Those ambulance officers were quick to offer her a heated blanket before inquiring as to whether or not Frost intended on coming with them. The snowy-haired man insisting he would. His Mother and Malia, after all, were surely capable of looking after the children and pack in his absence. Frost not willing to allow Nadya to be left alone. His mistrust of those hospitals distinctly deep. Frost easily followed the paramedics as Nadya was seated on that stretcher and loaded into the ambulance, the stallion content to settle himself beside her. That space inside was....smaller then he truly felt comfortable within. The first beginnings of anxiety had readily begun to claw within his chest. Frost forced his gaze to focus instead on what little he could see from those scarce windows. The stallion so refusing to allow those pathetic worries about space to claw at him now as the ambulance drove. Nadya was near oddly silent and yet....there was little he could say, here and now, to offer her any true comfort. At least....nothing he was willing to say in front of relative strangers, paramedic or otherwise. His distinct unease at being within that ambulance was surely felt by Nadya in the very least. Frost the first one out the moment that ambulance reached the hospital. The stallion having become decidedly more silent and aloof then normal as he wrested those fears of hospitals back beneath his control.

He had never been more thrilled for a short ambulance ride in all his life. Yet, the true test of that hospital still remained.Frost shifted with further unease, the war horse drawn between that protective desire to remain beside Nadya and his disdain for the hospital itself. Those very memories of that day he had lost his own eye as potent as they had ever been. It was fortunate, perhaps, that those desires to remain with his mate overruled his suspicions for all things medical. Frost walked easily beside Nadya's stretcher as they moved into that brightly lit ER room. The equine within himself distinctly displeased with the disinfectant scent of the place. The sudden appearance of a nurse readily brought the snowy-haired man to a halt, Frost eyeing the woman from beneath that strange hair as she demanded to know whether or not he was family before thrusting a clipboard and forms toward him and gesturing toward the waiting area. As if she fully intended to have him wait outside. Frost's own expression darkened readily, that very look alone seeming to set that nurse on edge in turn and yet she hardly appeared willing to back down. Her human sense evidently ...incapable of picking up upon the full extent of his own alphaship in that moment. Those cold, harsh words suddenly parting his lips.

"I am more than her family, I am her Alpha and her mate- and if I am good enough to fill out these forms then I am good enough to go with her to wherever you are taking her. I am not letting you ...people anywhere near her without my being there."

The silence that seemed to fill that waiting room was near deafening. Frost, whom had remained silent until now, seemingly shocking that room with his sudden outburst. Several other people turned to stare towards them. Weres, perhaps, a rare occurrence at the hospital. After all, their healing abilities so often assured they were hardly ever in need of assistance. Frost simply unwilling to let anything happen to Nadya in...this place. That nurse seemed to waver then, the woman clearly displeased with being referred to as one of 'you people' and yet the knowledge of his species seemed to put her on edge as if she feared he might transform, at any moment, into a predator of some kind.

"Does your hospital not have a policy for Were's? Do you not list mate or pack as family here? Are you not an inclusive hospital?"

Political correctness afterall, these days, was everything.

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