The only clear thing that Callas could hear was the sound of the trucks engine gaining speed, being forced to work faster as Jacob pressed his foot against the pedal with more pressure. Her focus was on and off again, her eyes were barely able to stay staring in one place for long before her head lulled to the side, pricking back up just as quickly as if she had been shocked awake. Reed's chest was moving unevenly, in and out at rapid intervals before pausing, occasionally shaking. He was crying, but he was trying to pull himself together with the anger he held for Will. Had Henry known about him? Was Henry like him? Why had Reed acted so negatively towards Embry back at the house? Callas wasn't sure of anything that flooded her aching mind and shut down the rest of her body. It infuriated her. As did the stinging sensation that was left behind from when Will had forcefully smashed her head into the side of the island counter. How had he managed to get into the house? All the doors were locked, the windows were closed. What exactly happened to Zeus?

Darkness soon followed thereafter and consumed her and then the questions, that ached her mind, had dulled. An empty feeling remained as her limbs felt heavy and not of her own. Time seemed to stand still, but it was flying past her too quickly. Flying at a speed, that, she was most definitely sure of, if she had stuck her arm out to try and stop it, she would see her arm fading—as if she was being drawn away from existence, something that would almost resemble an event from The Flash—she was certain of it. Her body jostled about as Jacob drove quickly, turning a sharp corner. Other cars blared their horns, stopping abruptly in the middle of the road as the erratic teenager sped down the damp and darkened road of Forks, making his way towards the hospital, knowing that it was more equipped than the small clinic in La Push. The rain seemed to fall faster as the hospital came more into their view. Reed's grip tightened around Callas as Jacob managed to pull into the parking lot, swerving the truck into a vacant lot, almost crashing into a few of the parked cars as he did. They had both been through an awful lot, but even the sole idea of losing Callas, in the midst of it all, had sent a wave of nausea and disgust through Reed's body, a wave that Reed knew would last for as long as Callas was stuck in hospital, for as long as Will still walked among them.

"Go." Jacob turned back to him. "I'll catch up."

Reed nodded. His heart thumped widely, his pulse was almost painful under his skin as his hand moved to the door handle of the truck. He opened the passenger door quickly and pulled Callas out, not bothering to close the truck door before he started to run towards the entrance of the hospital. Reed looked down to Callas's face. The trickle of blood, from her forehead, had been smudged, from where he had pushed her hair out of her face, and the droplets had dripped in a spider-web pattern from the journey to the hospital—thanks to Jacobs ungodly driving behaviour. Fear rattled through his veins, running white hot as he frantically ran through the automatic doors. Heavy footsteps followed him and Jacob soon appeared beside him, looking just as worried and just as determined for Callas to be seen to immediately as Reed had. He pushed his way through the queue of people, despite their protests, allowing them to run up to the front desk—although it wasn't exactly difficult, as the other people in the queue didn't do much to stop Reed and Jacob from moving in front of them. Reed inwardly groaned at who he saw sitting in the chair. Now wasn't the time for this. The girl looked up and seemed caught off guard, she tried fixing the way she looked, pulling down her unbuttoned top that was already way too revealing, she leaned forward and tried to look as seductive as she could.

"Detective, haven't seen you in a while," she purred, flicking her hair over her shoulder, seemingly oblivious to the unconscious bleeding girl in his arms.

"I need help." Reed ignored her.

She bit her lip, her gaze falling to his lips before slowly—agonisingly slowly—drew back up to his own eyes. "I can help you." Reed wanted to scream.

"Listen, Ashley—" he rushed out.

"—Amy," she corrected just as quickly, the expression fell from her face as she scowled at him, expecting him to have remembered her.

Reed rolled his eyes, bounding on the balls on his feet. "Right, Amy. My sister needs help—"

"Too bad, she'll have to wait." Amy shrugged, picking up a nail file.

"Are you—?" Reed couldn't even finish his sentence.

His eye twitched. Jacob glared at her, turning his head to the side. He let out a small 'oh' before he slapped Reed's arm, catching his attention, and pointed to the emergency area that seemed just as full, but with a clearer corridor. Jacob took off running, Reed followed suit, looking down to Callas, who laid limp in his arms, the blood had soaked into her hair and covered most of the right side of her face, the cut was split down to her eyebrow from her hairline, he knew a bruise would form. A groan erupted from her throat. That had given him some hope. At least she was still alive. Before they could run any further, a nurse stood in front of them, causing them to halt and look at her. Her light and pale outfit of pink and blues had been slightly stained in the corner of her shirt, the bags under her eyes told Reed that she needed a break or else she'd be the one to break instead. She opened her mouth to speak to them, but Jacob knew they were in a hurry and beat her to it.

"We need Dr. Cullen. Now."

The nurse shook her head. "He's with a patient."

"The patient can wait, she,"—he pointed to Callas and the nurse's eyes flickered towards her—"can't. She lost consciousness ten minutes ago."

The nurse began to stammer, nodding her head, motioning for them to follow her, she turned around and unhooked her I.D. card from her pocket and her feet pushed forward. Quickly, they rushed down the corridors, the nurse used her I.D. card to scan into each of the corridors. She warned the others to get out of the way as they ran passed, immediately causing people to whisper and watch them with close eyes as they disappeared into another area of the hospital. The nurse opened the stairwell doors. Reed looked down to Callas, his eyesight blurred with his tears. As they ran up the stairs, Reed pulled Callas's body closer, holding her head steady as he skipped multiple steps to get up quicker. The nurse opened another door and they turned left, the nurse yelled something, but Reed wasn't listening to her. He almost ran too far before Jacob grabbed his shoulders and heaved him into another room. Reed slipped along the tiles as his boots were still damp from outside.

"Put her on the bed," a male doctor spoke.

Reed's head snapped towards him, his body shaking. Jacob stepped in front of him. "He's different."

"He's one of them. He's like—"

"No. He's not. His family isn't like that."

Reed looked to Jacob, still not convinced. "I can assure you," the doctor—who Reed assumed was Dr. Cullen—had started, "that I won't harm her."

Reluctantly, Reed breathed heavily, placing Callas down on the hospital bed. "I can't lose her," he looked to Jacob. "I can't do that."

"You won't. Carlisle will help her." Jacob pulled him to the corner of the room, allowing Carlisle to check over Callas silently.

"How is he different?" Reed crossed his arms over his chest. "He's a leech. Just like—"

"No." Jacob sighed. "I've known him for a while. Remember when Sam was talking about a treaty?"

A sigh left Reed. "Let me guess, he's the vampire Sam was talking about." Jacob nodded. "Unbelievable." A dark, forced laugh left his lips.

"Do you know if she was bitten?" Carlisle asked as he stood up straighter.

"She better not be." Reed growled.

Carlisle offered a smile, although Reed knew it meant nothing. "I'll check," he spoke quietly, letting Jacob and Reed continue with their conversation.

"You should check in with Silas." Jacob looked at Reed.

"I'm not leaving my little sister. I don't want to do that. Not again." He shook his head. Reed ran his hand through his messy hair, gripping at his dark curls, ignoring the stinging sensation it left behind as his fingers snagged on his knotted hair. The pain didn't compare to what he felt when he looked at the state Callas was in because he wasn't home to protect her like he should have been.

"You know what Sam will—"

"Screw him. My family comes first. Not this..."—he motioned between himself and Jacob—"thing Sam has ingrained on us."

"Reed," Jacob started.

"Before I am a follower, I am an officer of the law. Before I'm an officer of the law, I am Callas's older brother. Nothing is more important to me than my family. Nothing. So, if Sam has a problem with that, and I mean a serious problem with me caring for someone I love, such as her, then I will be more than happy to show him what being a Quinn really means." Reed glared at Jacob before he pushed past him and sat down next to Callas on the hospital chair.

"She might have a concussion. Other than that, I don't see any other physical marks. I'll start treating her. I'll let the hospital know you'll be staying with her," Carlisle spoke to Reed before he glanced to Jacob.

"Go. I know you two want to talk." Reed waved him off, reaching over to hold onto Callas's hand.

"I'll let the others know she's okay." Jacob placed a hand on his shoulder. "We will find Will."

"When we do, I'm going to be the one to kill him. Not Embry."

"But you know he's her—"

"I don't give a crap what he thinks he is to her. She's my sister. My blood. I'm meant to protect her. He's just her friend." Reed glanced back at Jacob, shrugging his hand off his shoulder.

Jacob cleared his throat. "Right. We'll leave you two alone," his voice quietened down as he backed away, clearing his throat.

Once Jacob and Carlisle had left and closed the door, Reed's head snapped back to Callas's. His expression softened and his hands shook as they gently covered her smaller, colder hands. His demeanour completely changed once it was just the two of them. He no longer felt the need to attack and rip Carlisle's head from his body, disposing of the parasitic creature. He no longer felt the strain and stress caused by his own friend or what laid ahead of him with Sam Uley—although Reed knew that defying his orders was as close as he could get to a death sentence without actually dying. Reed brought Callas's hands to his lips, pressing a warm kiss to them and he rubbed his hands against hers, trying to warm her up as much as he could. He cleared his throat, his lips quivered as he squeezed his eyes shut tightly. His breathing deepened as he whispered hush apologies, a lasting oath to stay with her remained on his lips. He knew he had caused her pain by leaving, he wanted to explain it all, to keep her sheltered and protected from the world like he did before they moved to La Push, but he couldn't change the past. A painful cry wracked through his body as he broke down. His left hand held onto hers tightly as his right hand gripped the front of his curls tightly, cursing himself as warm tears fell fresh down his cheeks.

"Callas," he whimpered, opening his eyes slowly as he looked at her face. "I love you so much. I'm so sorry. This shouldn't have happened. I'll do better next time. I promise. Please don't be angry with me. Please don't hate me. Please, I—"

He moved his right hand to her forehead, brushing her hair away from her face as gently as he could. His words were lost in the atmosphere as he abandoned them, not knowing if they would be wasted or not. Reed knew that nothing was wasted when it came to Callas, not even his words, not even if she couldn't hear them, but he wanted to know for sure that she would be able to hear them. He wanted to wait for her to wake up. A nurse gently knocked on the door. Reed turned his head towards the knocking and called out in a hoarse voice. The door opened and two nurses walked in, bringing a tray table with them. Reed didn't bother to wipe his eyes—there was no shame in caring for his sister, he didn't need to hide his feelings—as they began to clean Callas's wound, silently ushering for Reed to leave. He didn't want to, of course, but he knew he had to. Slowly, Reed walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. He looked up and saw Paul leaning against the wall opposite him with Jacob standing close with his arms crossed.

"Callas will be okay," Paul told him with a nod. "She's a Spitfire."

"I think you'll find that you're the Spitfire, Paul." Reed shook his head, standing up straighter as he clenched his jaw.

"Right." Paul chuckled. "She's a—what did you call her Jake?"

"Live wire." Jacob looked from Reed to Paul before looking back.

"Yeah, that's what she is, a goddamn live wire."

"If we weren't connected, I'd punch you in the face, probably break something in the process." Reed stepped closer to Paul. "Don't call her that."

"Okay." Paul raised his arms in defence.

Reed stepped back, looking away from Paul. "Sorry," he mumbled.

"It's fine. She's your sister. You have every right to be pissed."

"I just..." Reed huffed. "I should have been there for her."

Jacob unfolded his arms from his chest, placing a comforting hand on Reed's shoulder. "You're here now. That's what matters." He nodded. "We now know who it is that made their way onto the Rez."

"Yeah, William Blanchard. Henry's brother." Reed looked at Jacob. "I've checked files back at the station, it's like he never existed. We are chasing a ghost, Jake. What if we don't get there, the next time something like this happens, in time and someone gets seriously hurt again, or gets killed, or worse, they get turned themselves?"

"That won't happen." Jacob shook his head. "Brady and Collin are doing a perimeter check around the hospital. Jared will sweep around the forest at the back of your place, check out the barn. He won't get near Callas again."

"Yeah, that's great and all, but what about the rest of La Push, what about Forks? We can't protect everyone." Reed pushed Jacobs hand off his shoulder weakly.

"We can try," Seth spoke up as he walked over with two cups in his hands.

"What are you doing here?" Reed turned to him.

Seth handed him a cup. "It's coffee. I just thought, that, maybe, I could stay with Cal, as well. I mean, Jake and Paul aren't going to stay obviously, and you could use the company." He shrugged.

"I'm fine on my own." Reed shook his head.

"Then..." Seth dragged out. "I can go visit your grandparents."

"You don't even know them?" Reed sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"Then I'll stay out here."

Reed closed his eyes with a sigh. "You're not going to leave, are you?"

"Nope," Seth replied with a smile.

"Fine." Reed opened his eyes. "You can stay, I'm sure Callas would like you to be there when she wakes up."

"She'd prefer Embry, but—"

"Let me correct myself. I would like you to be there when she wakes up."

Seth nodded his head silently, taking a sip of his hot chocolate. Paul and Jacob said their goodbyes before they started to make their way out of the hospital. The two nurses opened the door and walked back out with a messy tray and bloodied gauzes. Reed walked back in the room, Seth trailing behind. He sat back down on the chair next to Callas's bed and placed the coffee cup on the table next to it. Seth walked around the other side of the bed and sat in the other chair, staring at the lump underneath her bandages. No doubt a few stitches. Seth grabbed hold of her right hand, holding it tightly. A strange buzzing emitted around their area. Reed looked to Seth, who simply shrugged. It continued. The noise came from the jumper pocket she was wearing. Carefully, Reed moved the blanket and took the phone out, unlocking it. He clicked onto her messages, the screen jumped. A confused look plastered across Reed's face as he ignored the recent message and scrolled through the others, dating back a few weeks. The recent message, when Reed scrolled back down to it, wasn't addressed to Callas, like the others, but himself.

Unknown:
Hello, big brother Reed. I don't appreciate you ruining the moment between Callas and myself. Things were just starting to get interesting. I was planning on answering a few of those questions that she has rattling around in that brain of hers, but, no, of course, you just had to ruin it, didn't you? Well, how about we play a game? It will go a little something like; tell Callas the truth, the real truth, with no withheld information before I do. The catch? If you don't, I'm sinking my teeth into her skin, turning her into the one thing you hate the most. What an oxymoron she will be. On one hand, she will always be the one who holds your heart, soul, and life in her hands—as a sweet little sister does—but she will also be the one who is your natural born enemy. Like me. Doesn't that sound fun? If you don't do it soon, big brother, things will start moving at a rapid rate. So fast, that not even you, with heightened senses and superior stamina to the average human, will be able to keep up with it. I do hope you play the game correctly. Or else there will be hell to pay. Her life is on the line, big brother, play wisely.