Stephie met Tasha with a one armed hug - her other arm was attached to Thomas and she wasn't planning on letting go. It had been a taut week, not nearly as bad as the nightmare plagued times when Amaris was lose, but not dissimilar. She couldn't get the things that had happened to Peter out of her head.
"What do you mean?" Stephie asked, widening her eyes in worry at Peter. She figured that kind of thing was supposed to be impossible - Peter owned this hospital, how could anyone force him to do anything? The idea was fucking freaky.