Despite her undeniable interest in the world of healing, Tatum had only ever been to St Dymphna’s twice. Once to get her own wisdom teeth out, and the second time when Sera had cut her ankle open while they were swimming last year. They had both been too young to use magic off campus at the time, and she felt just as nervous in the parking lot tonight as she had on that afternoon. Granted, her sister wasn't bleeding beside her, but Mack was curled up in that seat and trembling beside her, and that was just as worrying.

She hoped that Mackenzie's family would be there, that they would band together and handle this. She could stand aside and wring her hands until Mack needed her again. Maybe she'd sit outside of the room and stare at the vending machines or something. Was she going to have to see the dead body? Or did they collect that already? She was probably going to have to get used to dead bodies if she was going to be working in a hospital, but this was different. It was too weird.

She had never formally met Craig, and she didn't think she wanted to see him just.. laying there. It would be hard enough to meet anyone else living who was around.

The redhead's brain had no idea how to prepare her, or even dream up what could be waiting. She'd just have to roll with it, and listen to Sera's advice; try to be helpful, do whatever Mack needed. If the blonde said jump right then, Tatum almost assuredly would have asked 'how high?' without hesitation.

"No problem babe," she replied easily, glancing at her friend. The pet names were slipping out between them more and more, from both directions. It was just something else that scared her with how it just.. happened. "Not my thing, but I'll survive," she added, her eyes going wide for a moment and regretting the choice of words as soon as she said them. That was so bad. This was why she couldn't be in high pressure situations like that. What if she had let something dumb like that slip in front of Mack's mother? Or her sister? Oh god.

She slumped back into the seat further, still holding her latte in one hand and smoking a joint quickly in the other, trying to finish it off so they could go inside already. She had some body spray tucked into the pocket of her jeans, she'd at least try to cover up the stench. Sera had told her not to get high before this, but it was too much pressure to be sober. It would loosen her up, and distract her from all of the craziness. She had been using it for just that purpose for years, and especially in the last week.

She couldn't really think of a time when she hadn't been rolling up or actively smoking since the break up. Being permanently fried made things a lot less traumatic.

"Y-You can do this," she assured Mack quickly, head tilting to look at her more closely. She felt a little nauseous herself, wondering what was going to happen tonight. Especially when Hunter showed up, as Mack had said she might. Tatum wasn't sure she was really strong enough to keep them from killing each other. She needed to at least be strong enough to hold Mack back from ripping Hunter's arm off and beating her with the wet end.

She was a little peeved at the blonde herself, but she knew Mack would regret getting kicked out of the hospital if something transpired. She'd just have to beat Hunter's ass on school property instead.

Reaching over to put her drink down, she laid her free hand onto Mack's closest shoulder, squeezing. "I'll be with you every step, okay? It's me and you, lady."