Breksta Urbonas was a physician's assistant in an intensive care unit out of a hospital in Stockton. She was 27, unwed, with no kids. Lived at home by herself with her Doberman Pinscher Raphael. She was tall for a woman, standing about 6'1", and she was slim, weighing 150 lbs or so. If you asked her, though, she'd say 130. She had long, curly, dark brown hair that fell just past her breasts that she kept clipped back most days. Her eyes was so dark that they almost appeared black. One could catch a hint of warm brown in her eyes if the light caught them just right.

Her skin was olive toned, giving a hint of her multi-racial ancestry. If one were to ask she would simply tell you that she was Lithuanian born and brought to America in a closed adoption. Nothing less, nothing more. The tone she would say it in did not leave an open ended conversation. She was brisk in the way she spoke, very matter of fact and to the point. Almost standoffish it would appear to some. Others would say she was down right rude.

Breksta was clad in a pair of mid-rise skinny, dark gray slacks. Old Navy special. With a crisp, white button up shirt with a teal cardigan pulled over it. The pair of simple black flats she wore pulled the outfit together. She wore a pair of simple, small diamond silver earrings with a white Kyocera opal on a silver necklace. On her left middle finger she wore a Sri Lankan rainbow moonstone. These were pieces of jewelry bought for her by her mother through out the years. She didn't own any other jewelry besides these pieces and they were her most prized possessions. Aside from, Raph, that was.

She made no sound as she moved through the quiet hallways, lulled into a rhythm as the familiar beeping of the machines filled her ears. In her hands she held a set of tests as she strolled toward a certain patient's room. There was something off on the tests that made her question them. She was needing to check a few things and was deciding whether or not to put in an order for new tests.

Breksta strolled in to the room, her nose still buried in the tests that she held in her hands. She stopped short, suddenly, when she found three gentleman in deep conversation. All conversation stopped when she entered the room and all three turned to look at the woman. Her eyes narrowed a fraction of an inch as she took in the three men. She was tall, but they were all taller than her. She guessed that the shortest man was probably 6'4", easily.

"Can I help you gentlemen?" Breksta asked, straight to the point, as she strolled around them and further in to the room.

"Are you the doctor?" One of the men said, eyeing her carefully.

"No, but I'm the PA. I've been following Ms. Rhea's journey very closely. I can answer any questions you might have." Breksta replied as she strolled over to the woman's machine, jotting down some information as she spoke.

"I'd like to speak to the doctor. You know, somebody who has actually been to medical school." The man replied coolly. It earned a snicker from one of the other men.

"Cielo." The third man warned. He was the tallest of the three and held a very intimidating aire about him. The rude man, Cielo, sneered at the third man but said no more.

"Sure. Let me just go get him out of surgery. I'm sure the little girl whose liver is lacerated from her father kicking her several times in the stomach won't mind. I'll be right off to get him." Breksta snapped, already done with these gentleman. She turned to walk out of the room when the third man spoke.

"Ma'am, wait. I'm sorry about my brother. He forgets his manners sometimes. Especially with women for some reason. I'm Makonnen Tsitak. These are my brothers, Arroyo and Cielo. Rhea is our mother. Please. Tell us what you know." Makonnen spoke as he took a few steps after the woman.

Breksta stopped as she eyed Makonnen carefully. She mulled his words over carefully as she stood there in silence. She gave each brother a pointed look before stepping back in to the room.

"Your mother is very sick. We've done countless treatments and nothing seems to touch whatever sickness she has. Every clinical antibiotic that we have access to we have used it. Her white blood cell count keeps rising. I was going to have them draw her blood one more time to test for some lesser known diseases that are commonly found in third world countries. That's the only thing I could think." She spoke as she pulled a sheet from her clip board and handed it to Makonnen. He read over the information before passing it to Cielo who in turn passed it on to Arroyo.

"Thank you, miss?" Makonnen spoke, inquiring about her name as he extended a hand.

"Breksta Urbonas. Pleasure." She responded as she briskly shook his hand. The woman nodded to the men and turned to walk out. She reached the door way but stopped once more and turned back to face them. Reaching in to her pocket she fished out a business card and wrote her cell phone number and email on the back of the card before handing it to Makonnen.

"Listen. If you can think of anything that may be contributing to your mother's illness, don't hesitate to let me know. Even if it is in the early morning hours. The sooner I can work on a care plan for her, the better." Breksta said and nodded once more before she made her way out of the room. She headed back to her office to log some information.

Makonnen turned to look to Cielo and held his hands up.

"Dude. Do you always have to be an dick? And you. Don't encourage him. I swear you two. I cant take you anywhere." Makonnen growled as he shook his head and ignored the looks his brothers shot him.

"I just thought that maybe a doctor would have been more informative than just a PA." Cielo snapped as he sat down dramatically in one of the chairs.

"Maybe Makonnen is right. Maybe we should send her a basket to apologize. She is taking care of mom after all." Arroyo stated as he chewed over his eldest brother's words.

"Whatever." Cielo grumbled, slumping back in to his seat.

Makonnen pulled out his cellphone and dialed a number.

"Yo, H. I need a favor. Can you send a basket to a Miss Breksta Urbonas at the hospital where mom is staying? Make it from myself and tweedle dee and dumber." Makonnen said, carefully spelling the name out on the card to the man on the other end.

"No, don't use our real names. Our mortal names. She's not one of us. What do you mean her name is a Goddess name? No. I'm sure she's not one of us... Just. Just do the basket, H. Yes. Yes. Okay. Thanks. Bye." Makonnen said as he rubbed his brow. He hung up the phone and looked up to his brothers. Their looks mimicked his own.

"She's a Goddess? Are we sure that she's not the one making mother sick?" Cielo said as he stood up.

"Listen. It's modern time. Just because she has a name like that doesn't mean she is one. I didn't get any Celestial feelings from her. I'll send someone to watch her and to find out more, okay?" Makonnen said in an attempt to abate his brothers. They said nothing more but instead walked over to their mother's bed. Cielo placed a kiss atop her brow and whispered a prayer to her. Arroyo did the same. After the two were done they nodded to Makonnen and left. Makonnen gently grasped his mother's hand and stroked the soft skin. He gently brought the hand to lips and placed a small kiss upon her knuckles.

"Rest easy, mother. We will return soon." With that, Makonnen left too. As he was walking out of the hospital he walked past Breksta's office. She sat at her desk, staring intently at some paperwork with several open medical books on her desk in front of her. He watched for a moment or two before he passed on. There was more to this woman that he planned to find out.