Ash was a man who demanded and stuck to a fairly rigid schedule. Malcolm being brought into the house was a change, but not one that he minded overly. With a bit of tweaking to his usual time he made sure that he was there to see the man at least twice a day, once in the morning and once at night, both time recording the machine read outs on the chart at the end of the bed. He wasn't even entirely sure what the purpose of those read outs were, but it had been suggested by the lycan clinic as a safety measure so...there you go.

After jotting down a few notes on the chart he slipped the clip board back into its holder at the foot board of the bed. Pale hand closed on a blanket folded at the foot of the bed and he carried it over to the chair Ryver was curled up in asleep. The boy seemed loath to leave his brother for anything, and was an almost constant precence in the small room.

 Earlier, when the boy had been awake Ash had asked him to keep an eye on Malcolm, to let Ash know if Bianca tried to do anything to him. Ryver, in typical fashion had seemed nonplussed by the odd order. Still, even with Ryver watching he didn't think Bianca would be able to contain herself for long against the urge to delve into whatever powers held Malcolm in sway. That was a shit storm that Ash didn't want to have to wade through.

With Ryver covered and Malcolms machines happily beep beeping away he left the room, closing the door quietly behind him. As he moved towards the kitchen and the smell of coffee (even late at night the pack house seemed to be a perpetual Starbucks of coffee drinkers) he pulled out his slim black cell phone and dialed up his Freki. The man had been doing a good turn at looking out for Evie, but Ash was about to pull him off telemetric duty and sic him on someone else. Poor Memphis.

<Beep> "Memphis. It's Ash. I need you to get in touch with Bianca. She's looking into Malcolms little problem and I want you to stick to her like glue. Help her out if you can, but don't give her too much breathing room. I don't want her getting herself in over her head mate."

Hanging up the phone he set it on the counter as he went in search of a coffee mug to pour himself a steaming hot cup of the most tar like coffee known to man. Just how he liked it. Memphis would watch Bianca, and Ryver would watch Malcolm. It was as close to a sefty net as Ash could get under the circumstances so he'd have to settle for that. Besides, wouldn't be the first time the Pack had been in mortal danger from strange unknown powers, they'd survive. He just didn't like the prospects.