Tracey had been consulting on another case when a medi-witch ran up to her, out of breath and barely able to say that Jake needed her. Tracey knew her cousin - well, second son if she was honest - well and knew he wouldn't ask for help unless he needed it badly; he was an expert in emergencies and normally didn't need a second opinion. Therefore she excused herself quickly and made her way to the room with the medi-witch who had come to find her, the heels of her shoes click-clacking on the floor as she strode quickly.
She frowned when she saw Callahan and wanted to ask what was going on but decided that the patient had to come first. Stepping into the room, she shut the door behind her and moved to stand next to Jake.
"What's wrong-" she asked, taking the chart from Jake and scanning it quickly. "With Mr..." She paused, squinting. Her eyesight wasn't always perfect but she was pretty sure she'd read the words properly. "Regulus Black?"