Pyxis looked down at Noah as he finally decided to sleep - much to her relief. He looked innocent, adorable, when he slept, and she felt her previous anger directed at him melt away. Her hand cupped the side of his face and she stroked her thumb over his cheek. A little smile appeared on his face, before his small fingers wrapped around her thumb and held it close. Her heart throbbed painfully and she felt a surge of pure hatred towards the cancer that had claimed her sisters life, and by further extent, her husbands. She reached around and ruffled Noah's hair once her finger was released from his grasp. She hated that her sister, nor her husband, would ever see their baby grow up. She felt slightly resentful to Lucian for abandoning his son, but then she also didn't as it meant that he must've truly loved her sister to take away his own life and be with her.

Pyxis heard the sound of an owl tapping at her window, but she was frozen in place watching Noah. His chest rose and fell slightly, his dark locks of hair slightly messy from her ruffling. He made an adorable little sound as he slept, but the pecking became insistent and more rapid and with an annoyed huff she turned and stormed over to the window, flinging it open. The owl swooped in and she had no idea who it was from. The owl ruffled its feathers importantly and she snatched the letter out of the owls claws. She opened it and a letter fell to the floor. She picked it up and began to read,

To Ms. Pyxis Andromeda Elladora Wilson,
It has come to our attention that you are the sister of one Aquila Wilson, and current care-giver of Noah Lucian Ciero.
We have therefore deemed you as the person who would be best suited to receiving this message.
As of 10pm last night, one of our ministry officials realised that Lucian Ciero did not in fact commit suicide.
Many key signs have led us to this belief, and we have checked our records and discovered that the body was fake.
It is for this reason, that we must take Noah out of your care and place him in an orphanage until his father comes to collect him.

Hoping you are well,
Bertrum Nothella,
Head of Investigations Department,
German Ministry Of Magic.

The letter fell to the floor, and Pyxis saw red. She looked back over at the peacefully sleeping baby who would now never know his aunt either. Hatred filled her directed at the father of this child, faking his own death? Had he become scared of raising the baby without its mother and abandoned him? It would've been alright, but the darned ministry had to find out and by law had to take Noah away as one of his birth parents was still alive and hopefully well. She stared around and then lifted her wand, pointing it at Noah's crib. She cast a protection charm and a silencing charm around it, then she wrecked havoc on her room. The bed up-turned itself, her desk had drawers open, papers flew everywhere, holes were blast into the walls and the floors, until the only part of her room that was not utterly ruined was where the crib was.

She stormed out into the professor's lounge, barging past the others who called out questions as to why there had been loud explosions in her room. She wouldn't destroy any other part of the school for Nora's sake, but she most definitely needed to rant. Her wand still tightly gripped in her hand offered comfort as she barged into the infirmary and stormed over to Parker's office. She blasted the door open and stood in the doorway, her eyes blazing with anger as she pointed her wand at him in a menacing gesture. "It's outrageous! They can't do this!" She screamed at him. In the back of her mind, a small voice sighed and spoke two words; Poor Parker.

Parker was rifling through papers on his desk, a frown set on his face. Damn it, where did it go?? A very important paper for his report back to the hospital had gone missing. Sure it was just one out of however many in the whole report but he needed it! Not to mention he couldn't find the personal letter to the the only person beside Pyx he might actually consider a friend. He groaned, running his hand through his hair. Not to mention he also had to send it an owl to Mungo's to get another filling of Mr. Matthews specific medication along with a few other student's special needs. He knocked a folder off his messy desk, papers spilling out of it in every which way. Damn it! He slammed his elbows down onto the table, resting his face in his hands, and then raking his hands through his hair, feeling extremely frustrated.

He stood up, deciding he needed to just take a break for a few minutes and went into his back office, stepping over the knocked over folder, not even going to try to pick it up right now. He groaned again, resting his hands on the potions counter. hanging his head. He took a deep breath or two, and he stood up straight after calming down. Being able to calm himself down like that, he was glad for. He straightened out his shirt with his hands and leaned over to look in the cauldron. A potion of his own that he had been trying to work on was currently stewing. He took in a breath, and the potion smelled awful, nearly making him gag. He turned away a bit when the door suddenly was blasted open.

As it did, he had quickly ducked, and in the flash of an eye his wand was out of his pocket and aimed. He heard yelling and hadn't even recognized it as being Pyxis when he yelled out "Expelliarmus!" to the other's armed hand. His wand wand was aimed at her, to disarm whoever his mind he had thought had been trying to attack him.

Pyxis was too busy letting her anger envelope her like a pillow too notice the way Parker seemed to panic. Her mind didn't even acknowledge the fact that blowing open his door might startle him in some way, too busy being furious. Her eyes widened a fraction as her wand flew out of her hand and landed on the floor beside him. She stood still for a moment, staring at his wand which was pointed at her. He hadn't even realised it was her yet, and this made her angrier. She stomped her foot and stormed over to him, her nose wrinkled in disgust at the horrible smell coming from his potion. She reached over and pushed his wand away from her, her face red. Her vision was even tinted red she was so mad.

"Arrgh!" She screamed, pacing in front of his desk with her hands clasped behind her back. She stomped her feet as she walked, biting down hard on her lip. Calm, calm, just breathe, its okay... She told herself, but it was a lie. Nothing was ever okay for Pyxis, she just didn't feel 'okay'. She was either brilliantly happy, or furious. There was rarely an in-between. She spun around suddenly and pointed her finger at him. "And you! You're making this so difficult for me! As if I don't have enough problems, then i've got you confusing the hell out of me and making my heart ache whenever I look at you," Like it is now, "and you make me feel so confused, angry and hurt. And then, i've got bloody Noah crying all night and some stupid students thinking they're so great! And now, I find out that my sisters stupid husband isn't dead at all, but faked his own death so he wouldn't have to take care of Noah! But the ministry found out, so naturally they're putting Noah in an orphanage until his father shows up and its just not bloody fair!" Pyxis spoke in a loud, demanding tone, her words crisp and clear as she drew out the silences between each one.

She then proceeded to crumple on the ground in a sobbing mess. Pyxis never really dealt well with her emotions, it was un-fortunate that she always had so many of them.

As the seconds flashed by, and by the time he realized it was Pyxis and tried to raise his hands in surrender. But she'd already stormed forward to push his hand away, knocking his wand to the floor as he raised his other hand over his face, instinct telling him to block from potential swing.

She stepped away through groaning loudly, and pacing. Parker lowered his hand, standing up straight and watching her wide eyed; absolutely shocked at what just happened in the past few seconds. what the fuck was going on?? He was frozen though, not even able to ask. He reached his hand out slightly towards her, seeing how distressed she looked as she bit down hard on her lip. If she kept that up she might bleed- he flinched slightly back when she suddenly turned to him again, pointing at him. His hands were raised slightly up again as she was yelling at him. His head was spinning and he couldn't even comprehend what she was saying as he quickly reached out to her, holding her by the upper arms to hold her still, but not hard enough to really hurt. He just...needed her to stop moving, to slow down, he was so confused at the moment, more then any time he could remember before. And that was a feat.

He held onto her arms as she continued yelling and then went down with her as she crumpled to the floor sobbing. The words were just sounds, but the motions of her sobbing shook him greatly. What the hell happened? His face pale and panic struck, he wrapped her in his arms, pulling her close against his chest. He realized he was shaking too, the pure strength of her emotions and her magic struck him deeply and felt like it was coursing through him. He shut his eyes, his head pounding. He moved one hand from her back to her hair, stoking her hair and running his fingers through it desperately in an attempt to calm her down.

Pyxis almost did punch him in that moment when he raised his hands to cover his face, she felt so mad. Why did he always presume she was going to hit him? Sure, she'd strangled him, but he'd ditched her for 9 years so she figured he'd well deserved it. "Why do you always think im going to hit you, Parker? I don't hit people!" She snapped.

Pyxis' angry rant fell on deaf ears as it always did, for her livid tone normally made it for difficult to listen too as people were to busy wondering what the hell was going on, or wondering when she'd calm down. Her feet stomped against the ground as she continued to snap, a few huffs added and an angry shriek at the end of it all. She stopped moving when his hands rested on her arms, light pressure added. She wanted to flinch away from his touch. She wished she hadn't come here, but who else could she go to? No one. She had no one. A wave of despair crashed over her which on top of all her other emotions, caused her to break.

She resisted at first as he went down with her, her sobbing shaking her body violently, but his arms offered warmth and comfort that she could find from no one else. Gladly, she allowed him to hold her close and his fingers running through her hair calmed her so quickly that her sobs died in her throat, replaced by sniffles. She curled into him with her head resting on his chest, her anger fading slowly as she focused on her breathing.

Parker groaned, snapping back at her though immediately he regretted it. "Bloody hell, I know! It's not you! You know how my mother was! Where I live! It's not you, okay?? It's instinct!" He regretted it because...well, how could she know? How could she really understand when he's been gone so long and he never talked to her seventh year? Maybe he told her about 'rare' occasions during fifth year when his mother lashed out for the first time, but he couldn't even remember anymore.

He could feel her emotionally tumbling further and further away to far darker places. His chest felt tight and ached in a familiar way whenever things like this happened. He held her tight even though she had tensed, seeming to want to push him away or run, or something. As he did, she then quickly calmed down, her magic not feeling quite so violent. He took a deep, slow breath, his eyes still closed as her sobbing died down. "It's going to be okay..." he said softly, still unsure of the cause of her freak out. He just wanted it to be okay.

Pyxis blinked and gagged at the thought of his mother hitting him, but her temper over-took her. "You never told me that! How in the name of Merlin am I meant to know that? Oh!" She suddenly exclaimed, everything clicking into place. Somehow, her mind connected what she'd wanted to mention before but restrained herself from doing with his mother, and then she understood. "What did she do to you? Was it her, all that time?" Her voice was quiet, like the calm before the storm. She felt her body violently shaking - it was too much. Not like this, why did it have to be like this? It was his mother, his mother, his mother, her mind repeated the words like a broken record.

She was amazed at how she'd managed to calm herself down, and rather proud of herself for a moment before her grief settled back in and she felt her shoulders slump and the bombardment of information. It was his mother that made him with-draw from her. She had no money, Noah was going to get taken away, she didn't trust anyone, she was emotionally un-stable, she was fiery-tempered to the point she could kill someone, and she was living in a fucking hotel. Pyxis' emotions changed as quickly as the wind and she shoved herself away from Parker. "I can't do this anymore," her heart felt as if it was broken as she managed to stand and stumble towards the door. "Sorry about your door." She said as she breathed heavily and gritted her teeth in pain. Her chest hurt so badly, she felt as if an elephant was standing on it. Elephant, chest pains, left arm hurting. Pyxis gasped and then very suddenly passed out.

Parker just looked back at her, his mouth slightly opened, wishing he'd just not said anything. He couldn't look her in the eyes as he slowly looked away, lowering his head. His eyes looked distant, really not wanting to answer her. He swallowed. L-look...I'm sorry-" he started to say, his voice weak. Fuck. She didn't need this right now. He just needed to figure out what caused her to barge in here like she had.

He felt her slump and just drain out and he thought he'd be able to ask her what had happened. But as he opened his mouth again, h could feel all the frustration and anger and just everything come forth like a jumbled flurry again. She shoved herself away and Parker scrambled up to go after her. He held onto the door frame as he stumbled to it as she walked forward.

Something felt wrong. Very wrong. And the moment he saw her legs go out from under her he lept forward to catch her as she fell to the ground. Panicked, he held her, brushing the hair from her face, "Pyxis! Pyxis!! Shit- oh god-" He was trying to calm down but was failing. He needed to check if she was okay, but he was shaking too bad.

Pyxis felt an intense burning feeling of betrayal. Again with the secrets, she could've helped him. It would've been so easy to help him, if he'd just told her instead of pushing her away. And hitting her - on accident - which had only led to her avoiding him as much as he avoided her. Though soon, she'd tried to talk to him but he'd just ignored her as usual and kept walking. And she hadn't the will to follow him. She began to feel something strange in her chest, almost as if her heart was slowing too much.

Her vision blurred briefly as she felt over-whelmed by her feelings, and as she stumbled towards the doorframe she clutched at her chest. A painful, dull ache began before she felt a great heavy-weight with so much intense pain she had to hold back a cry of agony.

She felt as if she were falling down a dark hole, and she could only faintly hear Parker's voice. Her chest pains became so great that she was intensely relieved when the blackness caved in on her and she no longer felt anything.

Parker took a deep breath, trying not the let panic take over. He was a healer, he'd seen some awful things, though this was different. This was someone that meant so much to him that he couldn't bear it. He now far better understood some of the patients he had in the past...

He took another breath, closing his eyes as he supported her head. He sniffed, still shaking slightly, and opened his eyes as he readied himself to pick her up. He groaned as he did, and quickly set her on the nearest bed. At this point he'd been able to..disconnect in a way. Go into that place in his mind where he had a job to do and there were no emotions.

One hand rested on her cheek and the other on her chest. He took in a breath an held it as he concentrated his magic. He then forcefully let out the breath and quickly walked to the shelf behind his desk, rummaging through it less then carefully. He grabbed the two vials and went back over to Pyxis. He uncapped the first and put one hand under her neck as he then made her swallow the potion. He set that vial aside and opened the second which was more like a salve. He pulled the collar of her shirt down, putting the salve on her chest over her heart. He kept his hand there, he needed to calm her heart down, de-stress it. He closed his eyes, concentrated. It seemed to be that it had been over worked, and now was working too weakly. There didn't seem to be an actual physical block that he could sense.

With the help of the medicine he needed to get her heart back up to speed, strength, and rhythm. He hoped that he'd not need to grab his wand to give the small electric shock that he'd been trained to do in times of heart emergency.

Pyxis was sinking. She wasn't sure where she was, how she'd even got there, all she knew was she was sinking. Not falling, just sinking. Into the blackness around her, slowly. She blinked and tried to pull herself back up but it was a struggle indeed. She found that the blackness was committed to keeping her close, and the more she tried to escape the faster she sank. She was writhing now in a wild and vain attempt to escape, but she couldn't. Fear consumed her, filled her every sense as she looked around wildly. She remembered that she was claustrophobic and began to breathe heavily as the blackness seemed to hold a weight.

Silly, for the darkness held no weight but when she could see nothing but it she felt as if it was eating her alive. She struggled to breathe as she felt her chest constrict and her heart slow down too much. She tried to call out for help, but found that no words could escape her lips. She screamed soundlessly and managed to free a hand which batted at the blackness wildly, trying to keep it at bay. She finally stopped her attempts and shut her eyes, focusing on her breathing. It's okay, just breathe. You're okay, none of this is real, she soothingly told herself. And it wasn't real. The sinking feeling faded, and when she opened her eyes she saw a bright light above her.

The light had something strange happening to it, and she realised that it was a light. She was on a soft bed, and when she looked she saw Parker. What in the name of Merlin was he doing? She very suddenly sat up and pulled her collar back up in surprise. She stared around in confusion, why was she here? "What in the name of Merlin am I doing here?" She asked with a frown.

Parker's heart sped up as he felt that she wasn't so far away now. He breathing seemed mostly normal, she seemed that she was going to be fine as she opened her eyes, beginning to regain consciousness.

He nearly immediately snapped out of whatever state his was in, letting utter relief wash over him. He knew time in these circumstances was crucial. If she was lucky there was no terrible damage to her heart. He continued the supportive magic he was doing to keep her heart destressed. But his hand was pushed away as she sat up and pulled away from him, demanding to know what he was doing.

While relief was in his eyes, he spoke clipped and short. "Pyxis lie back down. You need to stay relaxed right now-" He reached his hand out to her shoulder. "Lie back down." he said, trying to be more soothing. How was he supposed to tell her 'relax, you just had a heart attack'? Even after all these years of practice, saying those sorts of things were still hard. "Please."

Pyxis blinked at him as he asked her to lie back down and she looked around wildly in confusion. She didn't like being confused, and he was only adding to her sudden panic and irritation. Her heart rate picked up considerably as she looked back at him with an angry frown on her face.

"Parker, I can't relax when im in the middle of the freaking hospital wing, on a bed, just awakening from a really weird dream where everything was black and my chest hurts!" However, despite her words she found herself lying back down and taking deep, calming breaths. Soon, she'd calmed herself down and she let her eyes shut. She winced at the ache in her chest every time she moved. She brushed her hair out of her face.

Pyxis peered at him curiously. Now what was he keeping from her, especially when it so acutely involved herself? She desperately wanted to know what was going on. "Parker, what's going on?" She asked quietly. Was she dying? No, that couldn't be it. What, then?

As Pyxis looked around in wild confusion, he saw how upset and panicked she looked. He squeezed her shoulder gently to try to comfort her. She then turned to him, looking angry as she snapped.He just took in a breath and took it as training taught him. He helped to ease her down.

He breathed out slowly through his nose, and found himself taking breaths in time with her. He saw her wince and he frowned. He brushed the rest of the hair from her face lightly, looking down at her. He hated this. This was why he liked working the ER, with the patients half conscious or crazed. There was no talking, just working. People were too fragile and wrong words could seriously damage someone. This was why he was never assigned bedside work...

"Pyxis.." he said softly. "You just need to stay relaxed. You're heart has just suffered some trama, and you need to let me check how much damage there is..." He touched the back of his hand to her cheek. "That's what I was doing. I'm trying to make sure your heart is relaxing- that it's able to beat properly... okay?" He felt like he was holding his breath. Calm, calm...she needed to just stay calm. He didn't want a second one to happen. The faster she was able to relax and let him check her, the better her recovery would be.