we built this city on broken glass
He had seen these before, or at least, been told of them. In that very place he had grown up within the miscarriage of a pregnancy was not uncommon. Those women so often left to deal with such things themselves unless the blood loss or pan was significant enough to warrant summoning one of those hunters for medical assistance. Frost had seen those women, time and time again, before one woman or another shuffled him out of the room and sent him on his way. Yet, he had so hardly understood the true notion of losing that pregnancy or the effect upon the Mother until he stood within the doorway of his own bathroom and watched Katrin with Nadya. Those emotions, raw and potent, rippled along that pack bond until he near felt them in turn. They were almost suffocating in their force, a complex blend he was assured he had never felt before. Frost, so normally apathetic, struggled to comprehend those very feelings that all but assaulted his system from Nadya herself and yet ...at least some of those emotions were surely his own in turn. Frost, perhaps, in that moment, far more concerned for Nadya then he was for that lost child. His mind inclined to fixate upon that being he could see, that being he loved, rather then the one lost- for now. Katrin's insistence she would phone for an ambulance saw his Mother hurry from that blood-stained room. He had seen so, so much blood in his life and yet this seemed all the more ...personal.
Frost crossed that room smoothly then to reach out for his mate. The stallion inclined, in that moment, to do the only thing he truly could and allow his arms to wrap around her. Frost drawing Nadya softly into himself before holding her agianst him. He was hardly the sort of being inclined to hugs or those outward displays of affection. Such things were private, he was assured and yet here and now the desire to comfort Nadya was equally as strong. That injury she had suffered was so hardly one he could remove from her or take onto himself. His body lacking that ability and anatomy. Yet, he suspected, that emotion she felt was not truly for the pain but rather for what she had lost. What they had lost. Frost still...struggling to comprehend that situation. His embrace, it seemed, only prompted Nadya to cry harder, her head turning suddenly to bury within his chest as those sobs racked her figure and she muttered those words against him. For several moments he so merely allowed her to cry, his arms remaining around her. The stallion waiting until her sobs had ceased even a little and those distance ambulance sirens began to wail closer.
"Naja, it is not your fault. You did nothing wrong. Sometimes- it happens."
Those cool,smooth words were offered in that manner they always wore and yet there was a distinct gentleness to his tone all the same. Frost, ever practical, ever the leader, so attempting to both comfort and reassure her that he so hard...blamed her for the loss of that pregnancy. She had surely done nothing wrong. The could and would try again and yet he hardly uttered such sentiments now, not when the pain of that loss was still so prevalent. Frost content to simply assure her it was hardly her fault. The sudden sound of another at that door readily saw the equine glance upward. Micah and Isabella seeming to have found their way to the bathroom, their eyes drawn wide at that bloody scene just as his own had been as a child. Frost, in that moment, understanding why the other women had ushered him away.The looks upon their faces so surely an indication that they were hardly ready for this. Yet how reluctant he was to leave Nadya now.
"I need to see to the children, I will be just a-"
Those words so hardly finished leaving his lips before his own Mother appeared once more. Katrin easily reached down to scoop up Isabella into her arms before taking Micah by the hand and leading them away with those soft assurances their Mother was fine, that she just needed to visit the hospital tonight so she could feel better. A childish explanation and yet one that, in the least, might offer the children some peace of mind. The sound of that ambulance and paramedics arriving prompted a frown to his own features. Frost readily assured of the need for those beings and yet that distinctly...Alpha part of him disliked that intrusion into his space and territory. He had been to a hospital only once in his life. The very night he had lost the vision within his eye. He remembered those Hunters very near surrounding him, had heard them speaking of a need for treatment, Frost having refused to allow himself to be led to that hospital wing if only for the knowledge that, sometimes, people did not return from it. A sudden, sharp sting at his side had seen him whirl readily, his hooves clattering on the floor, just in time to see that syringe before that sedative had taken hold with such fury he barely recalled anything from that moment onward. Hospitals, from that singular experience, having filled him with a certain sense of dread.
The appearance of those paramedics in the doorway saw him stiffen. That uniformed man and woman paused upon that threshold only for one murmured quietly to the other that their patient was a Were and so was her mate. Frost's very posture and too that distinct look of....displeasure upon his features seeming to have given them reason for caution. That woman proceeding to ask if she could come in before Frost at last consented. His very presence it seemed, so apparently intimidating to those beings. That female paramedic was quick to hurry to Nadya. Frost gently allowing his hold upon her to release if only to allow those beings to work as they needed. The stallion stepping to the side and yet lingering judgmentally all the same before that man inquired as to whether or not Frost would accompany them to the hospital. That hesitation only momentary.
"Yes. My mother and my Beta can look after the pack and children."