Vera had passed out in the car ride home and try as he may he hadn't been able to wake her. Instead Hamish had carried her into the house and gotten her changed into her nightwear. He'd tucked her into bed and gone downstairs to sleep on the couch hoping she'd be better in the morning. It worried him all night long tossing and turning on the leather furniture. He hardly had gotten any sleep at all and Hamish kept waking up to go check on her. Was she even alive still? Yes, just sleeping soundly, peacefully, she looked so sweet and serene in her sleep. Again Hamish went downstairs and tried to get some sleep himself. Morning felt forever away but he wanted it to come so he knew she wasn't in horrible shape.

Ordinarily Hamish was always the first one up but this time Vera had gotten up first. Bright and early at seven in the morning. Throwing the blankets off herself she didn't even question how she'd gotten to bed. She didn't have the luxury of that kind of time before she was rushing to her bathroom and throwing the toilet lid open. There was absolutely nothing dignified about throwing up early in the morning and it was made even worse by the fact she had nothing in her stomach. Mostly just dry heaving and choking that made her eyes water and before she could try to hold it together Vera was crying. It was far from the worst thing to happen to her and it didn't really warrant crying but she had very little control over what was worth crying about all of a sudden.

Helpless, she hated that feeling of being utterly helpless and tired and frightened. Flushing the toilet she sat back against her wall and ran her hands over her eyes to dry them. She laid down on the cold tile floor feeling a little better to have her cheek rested on something cold. At least the slight cold was making her nausea go away. Now finally able to think straight Vera felt her breath catch in her throat. "Oh fuck." She muttered pushing herself back off the ground. "You can't be fucking serious." She let out a heavy sigh trying to stand back up on shaky legs. "Hamish." She yelled knowing he was likely still in the house.

Hamish startled awake hearing his name being called out and instantly jumped off the couch or more so slipped and fell off of it. He ran up the steps almost crawling on all fours since he wasn't really awake yet or well rested. He did a quick dash down the hall and threw open Vera's bedroom door almost taking her out as she was trying to come out of the room. Catching her by the arms he used her more to stabilize himself and looked at her seeing she was just as pale as yesterday. Almost instantly Vera pulled her arms out of his grip and pushed him back a little to give her some space. Taking in a deep breath she ran her hands through her hair. "We need to talk." Vera's tone was very serious, he didn't like that nor the fact that she was in a strict 'don't touch me' mood.

"Alright, about what?"

She pointed at her bedroom door. "Downstairs." It was more of an order than a suggestion. Hamish marched back downstairs followed by Vera who wasn't looking too stable on her legs right now. It concerned him enough that he tried grabbing her arm to make sure she got down alright but Vera just slapped his hand away and walked past him into her kitchen. Opening her fridge up she grabbed some orange juice and poured it into a glass before knocking it back like it was bourbon. She was aggressively drinking, that meant she was very pissed, super pissed. He actually hadn't seen her this angry since they've taken everything from her vault.

"What's wrong Vera?" He was so lost in the dark right now he didn't even know what to think. Yesterday he was afraid she was starting to fade away from a magical cancer ripping her right out of his hands and now she was on a warpath.

"You need to get the hell out of my house right now before I hurt you." She pointed with the glass still in her hand.

"I thought you said we needed to talk."

"I changed my mind, get the hell out or so help me Hamish I'll stab you with a kitchen knife." Wow, Vera was really pissed, what had he done? Yesterday she'd let him go on a date with her out in public and now she was threatening him? He was so confused he didn't even know what to say. Vera started refilling her glass with more juice looking at him. "I'm sorry what part of get out now did you not understand?"

He startled then walking quickly towards the door still having a million questions to ask her but too afraid to ask because Vera probably wasn't joking about stabbing him and that was frightening. He opened the door and left closing it gently behind him. A quick glance back over his shoulder he waited a moment to see if she changed her mind again but it looked like she was sticking to the wanting him gone for now. Hamish put his hands into his pockets and went for his usual watering hole. Oddly enough he hadn't come here for a few months now, all his time was too consumed in helping Vera and looking after his wolves.

As soon as he walked into the joint however two familiar faces greeted him. Randal was sitting in their usual booth with Gabrielle and a pitcher of beer. "Hey Ham Sandwich." Randal waved him over and without reluctants Hamish sat down across from them.

"You look like hell just so you know." Gabrielle commented.

"I feel like hell." He was still confused at what was even happening right now. "Vera just kicked me out."

Randall took his own glass of beer and pushed it over to Hamish. There was a part of him that really wanted to tell him 'I told you so' but it was clear Hamish was having a horrible morning. "Yeah well, she kind of is a bitch."

Hamish snapped looking up at Randal. "You watch your mouth."

Gabrielle set her own hands up on the table, her eyes darting around the room a bit. "You know I'm sure she will get over whatever she;s angry about. What did you do anyways?"

"I don't know, that's the thing. I have no idea what I did. We went out to dinner last night and everything was going well until Vera got sick. I brought her home and I put her to bed and now this morning she's threatening to stab me with a kitchen knife."

Gabrielle looked like she knew something but she didn't want to say anything. "Oh boy." She shifted in her seat. "She found out."

"Found out what?" Hamish was even more confused now.

"Alright, I promised Midnight I wouldn't say anything so I can't just like, tell you." Gabrielle picked up her glass and took a drink looking around. "And a promise is a promise when it comes to your hide, I'm sure you'll understand. Besides Midnight said he isn't too happy about the whole thing either and he's sort of disappointed in you as a leader but whatever. We can cross that bridge later. The thing is Hamish shit's about to get really real for you."

Hamish furrowed his brow and lifted his hands up off the table. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It's supposed to mean." Gabrielle picked up a napkin and held it up. "See this napkin, this napkin is you." She ripped a small piece off the napkin and put it down next to the big piece. "And this is your current situation."

"A piece of me is going to be ripped off?"

"Not what I mean…" Gabrielle paused a moment. "But then again considering you are sort of sleeping with Vera Stone, maybe."

Hamish shook his head and finished off the beer in the glass. "Alright, I'm going to ignore that statement." He turned to Randal. "Is it okay if I crash at the den? I've gotten no sleep last night and I have a class in about two hours."

"Go for it man, still your place too."

"Thanks." He looked back at Gabby. "Thanks for being weird and making no sense. I've got to go." Hamish got back up and started walking out when Randal elbowed Gabby.

"Hey, can you tell me?"

"Umm, no, if I told you then you would run and tell him and Midnight is kind of hoping they kill each other right now. I honestly don't think so but I'm still interested in how it all plays out."

Randal gave her his best pair of puppy eyes. "Please?"

"Alright, fine, but if you tell him then I am going to have to hurt you."

"Yes please." Randal laughed and then shook his head no, "No, I mean please don't." Gabrielle looked around a moment to make sure no one else from the order was around before she leaned in and whispered something into his ear. Randal's eyes widened as he picked up what Gabby was trying to tell them before. "Oh man, she's going to kill Hamish isn't she. Poor guy, I really wish we could tell him. So does, does this mean we are getting a new knight?"