It was only by luck that Helen was in the clinic today because she'd been cutting her hours in order to prepare for the baby coming but with disappearances and Halloween, she'd had to make herself more available.

When she heard Phedre's voice, she rushed out and paled when she saw who the patient was. Greg.

"Dear God," she gasped, then inclined her head toward one of the exam tables. "We'll need to transfuse him. Has he taken anything?"