They did it again. They had told him, as he laid in the infirmary breathing through a machine, that that would be the last time, that no other ghoul would have to suffer as he did. But now they've done it to you, to a member of his pack, to his partner.

He didn't care if he wasn't allowed in the infirmary as he pushed his way past Sisters of Sin and confused looking ghouls, stalking over to one of the beds. And there you were, your eyes closed delicately, bandages around your skin. If not for the subtle rise and fall of your chest, you could have been dead. He could have been dead after his.

"Baby." He said quietly, causing your eyes to flutter open. "Hey. Hi. Come on. We're going." Your brows furrowed in confusion, but he quickly spoke up.

"Aether said we can take you back to the den." He explained softly and quickly. He reached out and gently took your clawed hand in his own. "Come on."

He carefully helped you into a wheelchair, barking and growling at anyone who offered help. His hands shook as he pushed you through the halls of the ministry, his mind blank with what could have happened. You could have died. The transition could not have worked. It still might not work. It might swallow you whole, like it did to Delta, and make you a shell of a ghoul. It might change you completely, like it did to him. It might make you a completely different person.

He took you into his room and parked the chair besides his bed. He carefully helped you onto it, hissing soothing words as he did.

"There we go." He mumbled tiredly when you were propped up comfortably. "Anything you need? Anything you want, baby? Just say the word, and I've got you. I'll get you anything, we can do anything. I just want you to forget about the pain."