Wyatt had learned over the years that sometimes you needed to accommodate. Sure he had different feelings about the situation she was in. He didn't believe that any blood sucker should be able to share their blood for any reason. Though this was a very interesting thing for him to face now that Beth was the one who had needed it. Could he have easily said he'd prefer that she would die to drinking blood? Looking at her now, he knew the answer to that. She wasn't a vampire, so obviously the blood she was given was only enough to fix her body. Which was in that elusive gray area. Well she would never have to worry about that again. Wyatt would make sure she was never in a position where she would get hurt again.
When her phone rang and she excused herself, he just nodded and turned to give her some privacy. Since he was a werewolf, that did come with some advantages. He could run fast, hunt, track, see in little light and even, in this case, hear better. So to keep himself from invading in her phone conversation, he looked out the window to a bluebird that was perched on a branch outside. It chirped happily and proudly and Wyatt used it to focus his hearing on. Then, thinking so clearly, he could hear another bluebird in the distance and how it responded.
He was content not listening until the simple word came into his head. Heart attack. He turned then, unable to keep himself separated. "Beth?" He reached over and put his hand on her elbow as he saw the color drain from her face. She looked weak. She didn't have to say anything. "Come here. It'll be okay." Of course he couldn't promise that, but he offered her comfort as he pulled her against his chest.
As he gently rubbed her back, he pulled out his cell phone and started to dial a number. "Where's home, Beth? What's the closest airport to your home?" He had to help, and right now she'd want to go home. He knew that much for sure.
It broke his heart to see her like this. An angel so beautiful should never cry.