Bev helped me clean off the blood and makeup, bringing me another change of clothes when she found no injuries but said I was in shock.
I had just nodded and got dressed before following her to the elevator.
She'd lost the crutch but was still limping, having changed into a set of dark blue medical scrubs and sneakers.
I looked down the hall, not seeing the essence I was looking for.
"Where's Amelia?"
Bev looked over her shoulder at me and smiled gently. "She's feeding, I have her set up in the Dark Wing until tomorrow." The Dark Wing was a secured-off area of the medical wing past Bev's office. It was sealed with large thick doors and was designed for out-of-control Pack members, or in Amelia's case, somewhere to feed on blood, the scent of it blocked by the door to not set off you
