Thalia picking her up from home was kind of better for both of their nerves, Calliope thought. If their conversation in the car was kind of short and strained, at least they both felt the same way, and they could provide that silent understanding and support for one another. She also hadn't seen Thalia's car in a while and had forgotten just what a bright yellow it was. It was the kind of colour that ordinarily would make her smile just to see it. Tonight, not so much. Perhaps she would smile on coming out in the light of day, once the trouble was over.
Hospitals were odd places, being what they were, hubs of waiting and urgency by turns. Calliope strode through to the reception, trusting Thalia to keep up, and influenced the reception nurse just a little to be quite eloquent in telling her where her sister had been taken. Apollo was with Melpomene, which gave Calliope some reassurance, but her sister needed women at her side, to lift her and carry her through this period of agony to the other side.
Finding the door to Melpomene's room, she swept in, inhaling sharply and pausing only a moment as she look in the tableau. "Sister," she said, reaching out her hands, glancing at Apollo for some sort of indication of how she was. Her lord was talking to a doctor, so she brushed past him and bent over her sister to stroke her sweaty hair back off her forehead. "Darling sister. We're here. We're going to get you though this." She looked at Alan but barely took him in, focused entirely on Melpomene.