Any other time, Danica might have bristled at anyone giving her orders. Even when it was nicely. But there was the matter that she'd told the doctor to come, and then also the pesky business of getting rid of all those bystanders.
"Next time I'm putting a collar on you," she told Ryan, but her voice lacked some of it's usual bite. She was still furious at those who took him, but that could wait. She had scented other smells; sex and fear. "And try not to think with your dick next time either." Despite that, she was careful when she released him onto the bed. Her hand might have brushed his hair, but she would deny it with extreme prejudice had anyone mentioned it. Rising from the bed, she took up the ice bucket in one fluid motion and had it under the cold spout as this doctor was free to access Ryan.
Passing it off to her, Danica went to the door, where a few people milled about, curious and a bit frightened. In the wrong hands, that could turn into anger fueled by fear. And that she had to nip in the bud.
She hadn't done this in a while, and those like King and the others were immune. Summoning all her power, she projected her aura out to envelope them, full of monstrous thoughts of violence and mayhem. Under it, the weak psyches of the humans broke; one by one they fled, some whimpering, some crying. The slamming of doors was echoing through the building, and as quiet started to fall again, Danica turned back to those in the room.
"Time bought," she stated flatly. "But we need to be elsewhere."