Secrets and Loses.

　　Ethan was at the central hospital as early as nine in the morning. He stayed in his car waiting for the appointed time to see the doctor. He had been thinking about Camilla's father all night and her pickpocketing habits.

　　He discovered that since she stole to pay his bills, the only way to make her stop pickpocketing would be to take the responsibility of paying for her Father's bills away from her.

　　Ethan didn't even tell Peter about it. He had kept it to himself. He had a feeling Peter probably knew about this but he had decided not to inform him about it. Maybe to protect his feelings, maybe to protect Camilla's image whatever the case may be, Peter knew.

　　He remembered the day he had asked Camilla to pay for all he had done for her before she could leave the estate, Peter had asked him not to do a thing like that for he didn't know what Camilla was going through. After the conversation with the doctor, he would have to confront Peter about hiding such a thing from him.

　　A rap on his Bentley window caught his attention, he raised his eyes to it and he was surprised to see his friend Marcus, the vampire.

　　Ever since the scandal at the party he hadn't even reached out to him.

　　Ethan unlocked his doors and stepped out of the car.

　　"Look who decided to resurface?" Marcus asked with a tone of sarcasm. "Even for a dead creature, I come out to play more often than you do Ethan! What is up with you?"

　　Ethan smiled. This was Marcus' way of saying he had missed him. "I am sorry but I have been very busy trying to solve a lot of problems at the same time," Ethan said.

　　Marcus waved his hand in the air. "Ah, you wolves always have one problem or the other. Tell me, how is that darling mate of yours?"

　　"She is fine..." Ethan trailed. "What are you doing around here though?" Ethan asked trying to push the conversation to Marcus.

　　"Oh, I am here to collect my blood. You know how difficult it is to get a good donor these days," Marcus laughed.

　　"How about you, don't tell me you are now in the blood business as well, Ethan you will finish all crafts, my friend!" Marcus said, with a grin dancing in his cold eyes.

　　"No, I am not here for that..." Ethan said waving the talk off. "Thank you for standing up for Camilla the other day, I truly appreciate it."

　　Marcus held his heart dramatically with his long well manicured fingers flashing under the morning sun. "That is just a small thing. Besides, I really liked the little human. Pretty and fiery, just the way I like them."

　　Ethan laughed at his comment. Camilla was indeed pretty and fiery.

　　Marcus checked his time and looked straight ahead. "I have to leave now. My delivery would be here at any minute now," He said. He gave Ethan a tap on the shoulder and walked away from him.

　　Ethan's phone beeped and he saw that it was ten o'clock already, time for his appointment. He walked in the opposite direction of the route Marcus had taken and moved into the city hospital building.

　　He went straight to the reception and stopped in front of one of the nurses at the counter.

　　"Good morning, please I am here to see Doctor Owen, may you please direct me to his office?" he asked her.

　　"Good morning sir," The nurse answered politely. "To get to his office, you have to take the elevator to the sixth floor. His office is the second door, his nameplate should be on it, so it should be no problem to find."

　　"Thank you," Ethan said to her before making his way to the elevator.

　　The elevator was crammed with doctors and nurses trying to get to the upper levels. Inline last night when they were basically just moving about and the elevators were sort of empty.

　　Soon, it dinged and Ethan got off the sixth floor in search of Dr. Owen. He looked through the nameplates on each door and just as she had said, his was attached to the second door.

　　He gave a sharp knock and opened the door.

　　The man got up immediately from his chair and stretched his hand forward, "good morning Mr. Jadiel I have been expecting you."

　　"Good morning," Ethan responded, as he gave the man a firm shake.

　　Dr. Owen was a man in his middle forties. He had a large head without hair on it and his glasses made him look even more strange. Ethan wondered how he managed to move his neck around without getting strained.

　　"Can I offer you something?" Dr. Owen asked as they both settled into their chairs.

　　"No, I am fine..." Ethan said as he adjusted his shirt. "I will go straight to the point so I don't waste both of our time. I want your patient Mr. Marcor Taylor."

　　Dr. Owen's left brow rose and he watched Ethan's mouth move.

　　"You- you want my patient?" He stammered. "Why?"

　　Not like the patient was even technically his, to begin with. He had a family and protocols had to be followed but that wasn't what baffled Dr. Owen. What got his head shaking was what Ethan Jadiel Peterson would be needing with a man like that?

　　"Good question. I want to get him treated. I understand he has been in your care for months now without improvement," Ethan said confidently.

　　"We have been trying our best with the little the government provides us with. His daughter has also been trying her best to get his weekly payment so we can continue reinforcing his oxygen and life support machines..." Dr. Owen explained.

　　"You know I have pharmaceutical companies and a team of scientists that have proven themselves without doubt over and over. I want them to try a new form of treatment we have discovered for people in Mr. Marcor Taylor's condition that we want to use him as our first patient... " Ethan said.

　　He didn't even know how his mind had managed to cook that up at that point. He did have the companies and scientists but they were not working on anything like that because they already had it. But he had to break it down for the human doctor, so he would understand.

　　The doctor took off his glasses and placed them on the table. "This is wonderful news. I am sure his daughter would be delighted. But still, I can not just give him to you. You should talk to his daughter. Only she can permit you to do this," he said.

　　Ethan knew the man was going to say this and he was prepared.

　　He brought out his checkbook from his pocket and wrote a cheque for twenty million dollars to the doctor.

　　"I do not want his daughter to know until he is cured. That's why I came to you," Ethan spoke as he wrote the cheque. He finished writing it and handed it to him. The man's eyes increased in size as he took his glasses and placed them back on his face.

　　"That is the first part of your payment to keep this between us. As soon the job is done perfectly, you will get three times that amount."

　　Dr. Owen looked like his eyes would pop out of their sockets as he stared at the cheque. Everyone had a price and it seem Ethan had paid more than the price for Dr. Owen's loyalty.

　　"Consider it done sir, " he said and Ethan smiled.

　　He got up from the chair and stretched his hand to Dr. Owen, "my boys would come in later today. Please handle the operation quietly," Ethan instructed.

　　"Of course sir. It will be as you want it," Dr. Owen insisted.

　　He walked Ethan to the door and thanked him again for the cheque. Ethan didn't wait until he got to the elevator to dial Adam's number.

　　"Adam, I have a job for you," Ethan said the moment Adams picked up the call.

　　"Where is the location?" Adams asked.

　　Ethan smiled. He felt a sort of joy slip into his system. Adam was always ready to take up whatever task he threw at him and this made him very happy.

　　"City hospital. I want you to treat a human. He has been in a coma for months without change. Can you send in tour Boys to come to pick him up today? I want him out of the city hospital as soon as possible."

　　"That won't be a problem. Who is our inside person?" Adams asked Ethan. He was a doctor, he knew how human protocols worked. You couldn't just take a person from the hospital without following proper protocols.

　　"A certain doctor Owen, I will send you his details and his number. Move the patient to the pack hospital, I will call you for other details, and please move him today."

　　Ethan knew that Camilla would want to come and check on her father today again for she had been coming every night now. He wanted to see the look on her face when she found out he was no longer there.

　　She would no longer need to steal and he would be able to save her then, but only if she confessed.

　　"Consider it done," Adams said.

　　Ethan thanked him and ended the call. He got into the elevator and went down to the ground floor. He got into his car and drove back home.

　　The moment he stepped out of the car, Peter was on him.

　　"Where did you go so early in the morning and without a bodyguard? Are you trying to get yourself killed? Or you just want to rile me up?" Peter interrogated.

　　"We need to talk, follow me to the office," Ethan said firmly and Peter understood that whatever it was, wasn't a minor matter.

　　As they both moved to the office, Ethan caught a glimpse of Camilla as she vacuumed the carpet in the corridors. He frowned at it.

　　"Why is Camilla the one cleaning the carpet?" He asked Peter.

　　"She wanted to do it. She said she felt bored, so I agreed."

　　Ethan wanted to complain but his anger took over him. She had lied to him so she could do all the hard work in the house if she wanted he didn't care.

　　"Fine," he muttered as they got into the office.

　　Ethan turned to his table and sat on his seat. Peter waited for him to sit before he also sat down.

　　"Did you know about Camilla's father?" Ethan attacked him straight off.

　　Peter was shocked that Ethan had found out about this. He lowered his head in shame. For he should have informed Ethan about it but he didn't.

　　"Did you know about Camilla's stealing habits?" Ethan asked again as he studied Peter's reaction.

　　"Did you know she lied about losing her memory?" Ethan asked Peter. In Peter's defense he had tried to tell him some of these things. But Ethan had been blinded by the love he didn't listen.

　　"Ethan, I am sorry I didn't tell you about it. But I wanted Camilla to tell you herself. I felt it wasn't my place to tell. Especially since she was doing it to help her father," Peter whispered.

　　Ethan understood. But he still felt bad that Peter could keep such a huge thing from him.

　　"Next time, try and give me a sign Peter. I was completely shocked when I saw her jumping out of her window like that! What if I had killed her in my anger? What if I didn't have the control I needed? "

　　"I am really sorry Ethan. I found out most of these with Lisa. They both are involved in this because of their financial situation. I am certain they can change," Peter said

　　"Oh, they will change... That I am certain of..." Ethan assured him.

　　Ethan's phone beeped notifying him of a text message, he swiped through and checked the message.

　　It was from Adams.

　　It contained just three words —' It is done.'