Keeping your Enemies Close // Vy(Cameo)

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I lay here in the hospital bed in the triage room, waiting to see what the doctors are going to do for me. I've got no clue where Matthew is, or if he's even here but my mind's been too much in a whirl to really comprehend what's going on. Just the severe pain that's radiating throughout my entire arm is making me stay fully alert and awake. The numbness, however, seems to still be lingering for reasons that it has to be the fact that someone had mentioned that it looked as if my elbow was dislocated. If that's so, then I've got a rough night ahead of me not to mention the pulsing pain that's located closer to the middle of my arm in the same spot that my previous broken bone was. She had to have re broken that bone. Losing my balance after she nailed me, must have done it with the weight I was bearing on it. Shit this freaking hurts! If I ever see her again, it'll be too soon. I confess within my thoughts as Jeran walks into my room to inform me of what's going on with my care.

"So, what did they say? Are they just gunna try to pop it back and give me a cast or what? What did the xrays say?" I question him but by the grim look on his face, it seems to be worse than that. He shakes his head toward me and plops down on the bed and brings one leg up to make himself more comfortable.

"Well, you're lucky they beleived the story about you being jumped and attacked, but the xrays don't look that good. They've called dad since he's not here, but Kya... they have to do the surgery to repair the damages to your elbow. That's why you can't feel much of anything but numbness cause it's pinching a nerve or something they said. I did'nt get the whole meaning of what's going on. I just overheard them telling dad thatt he's given them the go ahead and I'm going to be the 'guardian' to sign for you. I'm sorry, Kya."

Everything he's saying hits me in more ways then one. The damages that Vy did is worse then I was thinking, but with the amount of pain I'm experiencing, I should have imagined it. "That bitch..." I mutter and let my eyes close heavily against the morphling that's going through my viens. They are going to do the surgery in a few hours, but they need to make sure of the plan they are going through to do this for me, so while I wait, I ask for more pain meds and soon enough, they're giving me the best stuff they got.

It not only works that good, but I'm completely out of it until there's this meek little voice that meets with my ears and this small, cold hand that grips onto my good arm. The little fingers trace their way up and down each of my fingers until I start coming out of the medical induced slumber. My arm feels like it's bound up tight and when I look down, I see my entire arm covered with brace. It extends from my wrist up to my elbow and then the upper part is tight around my bicepts. With it resting completely on the two pillows, I try to move it only to get nothing in return. I'm too weak to actually lift my arm. I groan out as I look over at the blond curls of the child and her sweet and delicate face graces me with a smile.

"Hello..." I whisper out although I'm sure my speech is somewhat effected since my mouth feels like it isn't attatched right. The child seems to understand me though and points to my arm that the brace covers entirely.

"Boo-boo?" She questions me with her sweet little eyes, the little iris's locked dead on the funny looking device on my arm. I look over at my arm and see what she see's and I try to think of what's going through her mind, but also something else comes to my mind... Who does she belong to?

"Nurse?" I call out weakly then start fishing around for the call light but I come up short and just sit there with the child that has started messing with the button on the side of the bed, raising and lowering the foot of the bed. "Hey, little one... don't press the buttons. Where's your mommy?"

I move to sit up but find it harder than before. My body won't cooperate with me so I just relax against the hospital pillow. My eyes do, however, turn to the side and notice the privacy curtain pulled in between my bed and the other patients bed. I'm more than happy for my own privacy right now, but I start to question where Jeran was and more than ever, if Matthew was here. Again, I call out for the nurse because this adorable little girl is now trying to climb on the bed.

"Nurse?"


(854 - PAT)

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Vy Pryce
Age Eighteen
District Two
Company: Brooklyn

"Ready to tell what happened?" A nurse questions goes over the standard procedure of checking things. Apparently even a little break they take seriously around here. Just as the other hundreds of times they've asked this, Vy stays completely silent. "Well Vanity you've broken your knee. It's going to take at least two months to get back into the normal career routine." She advices, after all the patient did give a little bit of her information though has stayed completely quiet aside from that.

Great, two entires months due to one fight. It's not an uncommon occurrence for Vy to deal with a broken bone or something else that has her surrounded by these horrible hospitals walls. Now that she's reaching her last reaping training's the most important thing though. What was no time only a couple of years back can mean the difference between getting chosen to volunteer or not. Yeah Kyanite claimed that she'll be the one getting revenge, but she'll soon find out it's the other way around. Now that Vy's able to officially get checked the damages come down to a broken nose and knee, just as she knew before. How the twerp was able to get that in is beyond her, but then again the Brunette's broken arm is probably double as painfully.

"I swear I'm going to break a bone of the next person who calls me that, it's Vy!" That's the only thing she truly cares about as she gives a death glare to the nurse. Eventually she takes the awkward tension as a time to leave, finally giving Vy a chance to sigh and take in the peace. Of course that only last a second as a giggling toddler storms into the room faster then her grandmother.

"Mama!" Brooklyn squeals with excitement and open arms as she rushes towards Vy's hospital bed. Despite all the anger rushing through the career, in manages to all disappear as it always does at the sight of the adorable two year old. With one arm she pulls the little one up to her bed without hesitation. She has grown soft due to this rugrat.

"Hi baby girl." For the first time since entering the hospital a smile grows wide upon Vy's face as her bundle of joy curls up close. Taking a look at the clock, that's half an hour to noon, she's just on schedule as always. Nap time's coming up, and Brittany's actually kind enough to give Brooklyn at such a time? Of course it'll take a bit of soothing, but if Brook's not forced she goes in for a nap quite easily.

"That owie?" The little mind questions and points towards her mother's knee thats swollen and covered within ice. Even at such a young age she's able to understand so much.

"Yeah, I have owie." Only around Brooklyn would Vy use such a word, but it's impossible not to repeat her adorable words. Ohhh. Is the little ones response. Sadly Brittany has to come in and ruin everything though.

"What'd you get yourself into this time?" She rolls her eyes while leaning against the doorframe. For a mother, and now grandmother, she certainly doesn't act the age. By now Vy's learned to simply ignore the witch, though sometimes she still manages to get under her skin. "Whatever loser." As if her blue eyes aren't able to go in circular motion enough she gives another eye roll before exiting.

"Don't let her influence you." Vy advices the baby in her lap as if she's able to understand. It's hard to tell what the young mind's able to comprehend as she simply giggles as her reply. Within a few minutes of a soft hum from Vy's lips she's able to get the little one to snuggle up in her arms and rift off to sleep. Jealous of the idea she takes no time at all to follow in her daughter's footsteps and fall into slumber as well.

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"Nurse?" A faint whisper manages to wake up Vy, who's usually a heavy sleeper. Her arms still in the position as it was with Brooklyn curled up sleeping, but now there's no toddler filling the empty space. Panically she searches around for the small blond. "Brooklyn?" Her voice finally comes back to her and a squeal is her response to the location.

The question of where Brooklyn's mom is has her pointing to the curtain that separates the two beds within the room. Only another request for a nurse escapes. Even the faint sound of Vy's voice as the bright blue eyes darting towards the other bed as a huge grin spreads across her chubby face. What's better then mom being up? Her small feet hit the floor with a light patter, having Vy relieved that the little one's finally learned how to listen. Tiny legs carry her to the other side of the room where she greets her mother with the brightest face possible. "Hi!" She screams though her tiny voice isn't able to go nearly as loud as the average person.

Just about anything's able to get a young mind's attention, and with the small grip upon the curtain forming Brooklyn that it's moveable, she ecstatic. At first she tests it out with a small jolt away and towards her, but she quickly learns it has further range. She tries pulling it outward, just to get a strong jolt to stop, then she tries the other way. The curtain flies with her and she giggles crazily at her newly found control. If only she could understand what the curtain was hiding though.

"Damn you Brookie." Vy mumbles under her breathe as she'd never curse in front of her daughter. Of course she has to experiment with the curtain and learn how to open it while her mother shares a room with the female she just fought. Instinctively her face grows cold at the sight of Kyanite, but it doesn't take long for her eyes to stumble upon Brooklyn once again. Damn going soft. Her expression lightens up along with her voice.

"She boo-boo to." Brooklyn informs with her innocent mindset, pointing over to Kyanite.

"Yes Brooklyn." Somehow Vy always finds patients when it comes to her daughter. "Long time no see." She gives a sarcastic grin to Kyanite though the brutality has gone down greatly.

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"Nurse?" My eyes dart around the corner to see the shadow of someone, but nothing is there. No nurse to hear my silent whispers of nurse. No one but the child that's trying to climb into my bed by pulling the top cover over, exposing some of the linens underneath and almost pulling too far to expose my leg. "No, stay down little one."

The child doesn't seem to understand me or she just don't want to listen. Her little blonde curls fall over he delicate features as she gives up trying to climb up onto the bed and she takes to wanting to mess with the buttons again on the foot of my bed. "No..." I try to coax the child with my good hand to hold it until the nurse can arrive, but I start to feel weird. I roll my head back against the pillow and to each side as my vision moves a little crooked. Must be the medicine or something. The good stuff... My eyes carry over to the tubing that leads away from my hand until I look at the clear liquid being suspended near my bed. I only begin to wonder what is in the little bag above my head when a voice suddenly makes its appearance to my ears and I hear the childs name be called out.

"Brooklyn?"

I directly my eyes toward the child that has went from pushing both buttons of the remote to jumping up on her feet and letting out a loud squeal. I grin at the sound, yet clinch my eyes shut as the child begins to run away from my bed finally, leaving my feet just a bit more elevated then they need to be and I'm stuck in this position without any means to put it back down. I sigh and let out a fain groan as I hear the sound of the curtain beside my bed being pulled and experimented on. Once again, I shake my head against the pillow and try to move my arm again, but fail miserably and just try to let everything sink in from what's happened. How long have I been out? I curiously wonder when the child suddenly takes off with the curtain exposing the other person in the room that is being kept bedbound by some illness or injury.

"She boo-boo to."

I turn my head over to see the little girl and to possibly see the person to whom she is talking to only to see the familar face of the gal who put me in this position. The one who took a cheap shot and not only broke my arm, but cause me to have to have surgery to replair the dislocated part of my elbow. I groan when I hear her welcome me and telling me that it's been a long time with no see. I've heard that before but coming from the one that really isn't on my nice list, I take it as nothing more than attitude.

"Yeah. Right. Long time... Should be longer though." I huff and turn my face toward the opposite wall as I can't exactly roll on my side to avoid my new roommate or rather two. The little girl is quick to make it next to my bedside again, taking both hands and hitting the bed near my feet, making the belt jolt and with the movements it jarrs my still arm and sends tiny fragments of pain shooting up into my shoulder. "Don't do that little one. Please?"

Having a calm demeanor with the child is key for two reasons. One, I don't think I have it in me to be mean to a child and two, definately not infront of the chick who probably wanted nothing more than to kill me. I hear the child suddenly call out with yet another jolt to the bed as she hits it with both hands again.

"Pway. Pway. No bed." I shake my head and look over to Vy.

"Can you get her or something, please?" I grit my teeth trying to keep my arm as still as possible while the child is trying to coax me out of the bed to play with her. "No playing. I've got a boo-boo. I can't play."

(713 - PAT)

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

So karma really does exist as Vy has been figuring out. First she knew the two people closest to Kyanite, or at least met Jeran and Matthew. Now ironically it her that lays in the bed a few feet away. Play with the curtain some more Brooklyn, close the damn thing. But of course the little girl can hardly understand simple language, let alone read minds. With a sigh Vy simply laughs at her predicament, unsure if she should believe in fates or pure coincidence...either ay this sucks. At least the toddler's around to cool the nerves, she manages to make the toughest careers wrap around her tiny fingers, completely unlike her mother.

Just like her brother it appears that Kyanite doesn't comprehend sarcasm too well. It hasn't even been twenty-four hours, of course it hasn't been long enough. Hell Vy would be happy to never see her again, though she'd love to take on the rematch Kya so craves. "You can say that again." Vy mutters as she turns her head to stare at that dull ceiling. Mischievous Brooklyn is loving the new company, sadly. How lovely it'd be to have her close the curtain and curl back up in her arms, but no two year old is that intelligent.

"Don't do that little one. Please." There's an odd way that Kyanite's voice and kind words towards Brooklyn actually forms a smile upon Vy's constantly stern face. She's unable to count how many times she's repeated those exact words to the little one. With a slight chuckle she debates whether this unnatural sympathy's enough to actually make her help.

"Pway. Pway. No bed." Brooklyn attempts to convince, always loving everyone and wanting nothing more then to be there friends. It's so adorable to see the rugrat annoying Kyanite, especially with her inability to get mad at her.

"I'd love to." Vy comments to Kyanite's request to get Brooklyn. "But I've seemed to of broken my knee." She mocks the nurse and avoids mentioning how it's actually Kya that did it. If word got out that they were fighting underground it'd be bad news for them both...hopefully the Brunette understands that as well. She gives a slight chuckle before finally giving in to helping the one she crippled. "Come on Brookie, leave her alone." The sound her mother's voice directed towards her has the baby blue eye's darting towards Vy. She cocks her head to the side, not fully understanding. "Come here please." Vy repeats in a sweeter voice that she's unable to resist from using while talking to her daughter. That Brooklyn understands easily and she climbs off Kyanite's bed and sprints over to the other bed as fast her little legs are capable.

With the petite arms being strong now Vy's able to pull up the toddler with one hand, setting her down on her stomach where the little thing gets comfortable quickly. "Thank you." She says with a smile, wanting to pass on the good manner that she was never taught herself.

"Who dat?" Brooklyn asks innocently as she turns her tiny attention back over to Kyanite. What else are toddlers good for then starting the most awkward of conversations?

"I don't know Brookie." Being at the age she's just realizing names Vy finds herself repeating the adorable name a lot.

"Ohhh..." Her face is just too precious are her mouth goes in stays in the O formation for a few seconds. "HI!" She squeals once again, and from this distances and brings a horrible ring to Vy's ears. "Book-ie!" She attempts at an introduction, getting a little bit.

"You're Brookie." Vy corrects with a slight chuckle as she's unable to help but tickle the little bundle of joy. Just as always she screams and flails back, her head landing right on Vy's broken knee. She cringes and somehow resists yelling a few curse words. "Careful rugrat." She manages to pull the little one up and position her next to her on the bed. Best to avoid that happening again.

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My begging Vy to take the child since she obviously belongs to her in some form or way has the woman taking revenge on me even more. She refuses to do it simply by egging on to the fact that I'm the reason why she can't get the child even though she simply declaires that 'she' broke her knee. I let off an exaggerated sigh as the child grips the blankets and starts to tug on them slightly and looking at me with those precious blue eyes. What I would give if the mother of this child would take her away and let the injured person rest! Is that so hard to ask?

"Yeah, I'm sure you did break your knee. Just like some bit... crazy lady decided to attack me, completely blindsided by her." I throw my own reasoning back at her and shift my weight on my hips because laying in one spot too long is simply killing my back. I can't help but feel my face scrunch up at the movements and I flex my fingers slightly feeling them like normal instead of completely numb like last night. "... if I wasn't laid up right now, I'd just pick her up and toss her at you, but sadly, I can't lift anything." Not to mention, I can't move my arm at all right now without pain shooting me through the roof. Thanks a lot, sore loser. I turn my gaze toward her and give her an eyeroll then direct my attention up to the ceiling tiles.

Only a moment later, do I get refuge from the little tyke when Vy calls her over, calling her 'brookie' instead of a moment ago, 'Brooklyn'. That's a cute little nickname. Can the child be hers? She looks too young to have a child. A sibling? Cousin? Surely not her daughter. I watch as the little girl cocks her head to the side and then a few moments later runs to Vy as she scoops her up into the bed with her. She tells the child 'thank you' and I know it's my turn to thank her since the pain is disapating in my arm now. Laying as still as I can is the goal. Now, I might reach it as I close my eyes.

"Thanks for getting her." I can't beleive it, but that was actually said to her with a gentle tone. More like a half drugged, totallly out of it way, but it was still a nice peice of gratitude.

"Who dat?" The little girl asks making me curious so I open one eye just slightly and tilt my head to the side just to see what the little girl would say after that and what Vy would tell her. Only, the response to the child is simply that she didn't know me. Of course not. Then the fight I participated in will get shut down if word is heard. So, for now, we have to start all over again.

"Kya. My name is Kya. You have pretty hair!" I tell the child.

I can't think of anything cuter than a curious introduction by some little kid. Even Brooklyn has a way of making my day just that much better by being a child. And how can I deny the little tyke a reply back. Right before I can make a sound to the child, the little girl whizzes backwards and lands directly on her knee. I gringe. I clinch my eyes up tight and wait out the pain she must be feeling with her until she demands that the child be careful.

"Hard to control just like you. What is she? Your sister or cousin? You do not look like you could be her mother." I state just for the simple fact that she would be super young when she got pregnant with the child. That question is out of the way though now. My next order of business is finding the call light for some pain medicine since the jarring of the bed has sent my entire arm to hurting.

"Paybacks can be a... pain. Multiply your knee, twice in pain level and I think I win again. Thank God they knocked me out for the surgery." Without even realizing, I just gave away a part of my life that I usually keep hidden from any and all prying ears. My fingers go searching quickly or any sort of remote or call light. I let the tips of my fingers dance across the bedspread and up the sheets on one side before I find the button and have it pushed in a matter of moments. The familar beep is what I wait on because a voice will come on soon after I know. I look over at Vy for a moment, studying her leg and the ice upon her knee. So, I really did that. My training paid off for an underground - take no prisoner type- of situation. If only dad knew. If only Jeran would keep it a secret.

A knock comes to the door of our room and she enters promptly asking what I need before she walks over the call light button and discharges the need for the light. She stands at my bed and looks me over for a moment. "You okay, Kyanite? Pain?" I nod my head yes and she adjusts something within the clear liquid bag above my head and proceeds to pat me on the shoulder. "Alright. Kyanite, I'll be back in a few minute. We need to do your post-op vitals since your awake now."

I just simply lay there and start wiggling my fingers below the entire brace just to test them out. Looking over to Vy, I let my eyes linger on the child. If I'm going to share the room with her, I might as well be nice about it. Afterall, it's only for one night, right? I'll never see her again after this. "How old is she? Is the mother off getting coffee leaving the little thing with you? Babysitting detail even though you're in here."

Is it really babysitting or is there still that lingering possibility in my head that it might be her daughter, despite age.

(1040 - PAT)

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

"I'm sure you were." Vy comments to Kyanite's reasoning for her broken knee, some crazy chick blindsided by her. If that's the way she wants to put it, sounds great by Vy. She smirks at the idea of simply knocking her out while she was distracted by someone in the crowd. Instead she allowed the twerp to break her knee before showing her what the blonde's truly capable of. Better late then never, because now she must certainly know. Hopefully she keeps that in mind though Brooklyn may be greatly effecting that. Good thing she can't really toss over the toddler because that would certainly reinstate why not to mess with Vy. There was nothing worse anyone could do that would have her craving blood then harming Brooklyn.

Surprisingly Kyanite actually thanks Vy for calling over Brooklyn, certainly not the response she was expecting. "No problem." A slight grin spreads to her face though quickly fades away. No getting soft because of the kid. Something about the general understanding erases the anger over the fight. After all they both got in some good shots, all is generally fair at this point. Instead of it ending at that though, a decent respect, Brooklyn of course needs to get to know the newly found friend of hers.

"K-a." Brooklyn attempts to repeat though she hasn't quite get the K, or adding the sounds together right yet. Needs some work, but for a two year old she has good progress. "Hair." She pokes the top of her hair as she's been learning about different parts of the body. As for the pretty part, she can sort of understand though not in an entire sentence.

"Pretty." Vy repeats even if she doesn't want to seem this kind in front of the person she just fought. What matters though is Brooklyn, and her getting a better life then her mother. The little one repeats the word though misses out on the R, still a giggle follows.

Hard to control just like you. Even if it's not a compliment it forms a proud grin upon Vy's face just because being related to the little thing at all must be special. Plus uncontrollable, like mother like daughter. "Sister." She lies in a hushed voice because it starting to feel wrong with hold old Brooklyn's becoming. At this point a two year old calls everyone mama though...well Brookie may be the only one smart enough to know who her true mother is. As far as anyone else is concerned though, they have to be sisters. This information going around was exactly what brought Vy to this part of the district in the first place.

It's obvious by Kyanite's pause after how payback is she was about to let out a curse word but prevents it due to the little one being around. For some reason she goes on to express her pain level though, saying it's twice as bad as Vy's knee. Was she trying to pull guilt out of her? Her eyes automatically roll as a sort of chuckle-sigh escapes her lips. How could she possibly know how it's like to have someone kick her knee in backwards? "Do you make everything into a competition?" Vy questions. Rule one that mother taught in training is to never share pain. Pain doesn't exist, it's not allowed to. "I'm sure it does though." She gives a cocky grin as if to say of course my punch can cause a more painful break then your kick. As if she's going to pull guilt over it, a break for a break.

A nurse breaks up the conversation as she goes to check on Kyanite. It doesn't last long though as she only asks one question, does something, and reassures that she'll be back soon. As the nurse exits the need to know Brooklyn a little escapes Kyanite's lips. It's not uncommon for people to love the rugrat as she already has more friends then Vy ever did. "Brittany will be back eventually to get her." Vy explains, automatically calling her mother by her real name. "I always watch her, so mom's unable to go two whole days without a sitter." She chuckles not minding taking care of Brooklyn, if anything it's a nice change from this boring hospital room. "She just turned two." She shares, now knowing better then to give off the month like a typical mother does.

There's an odd feeling of guilt that sets in. Yeah she's had her own bones broken and had broken other's bones as well, yet this situations difference. Then again she's never been placed in a room with her last opponent, probably because they've always been guys. And something about Kyanite being Jeran's sister just makes everything worse. What was it about that guy that makes Vy want to be nice? His inability to be rude back to her? Well that's all going to change now that she's broken his sister's arm. Of course no one takes note that the chick also broke Vy's knee, but that clearly doesn't matter. She doesn't want their stupid pity anyways, just makes someone weak.

"So was that your first time getting jumped by a crazy lady?" Vy jokes as she brushes Brooklyn's hair with her fingers, hoping it may sooth the little one off for a longer nap. "You did a good job." Did she really just say that? A compliment? It makes her a little sick to the stomach though she simply stares at the baby to get rid of that horrible feeling. For some reason it just slipped though. LIke an obligation, as if it'd make things a little bit better. "Your career strategy is distraction right?" She plays it off as if they're simply talking about being a career. "Try not to pull your attention from your opponent, as annoying as the audience can get. Kind of ironic given your strategy." Hopefully this is a good way of making kind conversation, because for some reason she finds herself wanting to be decently nice.

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Introducing myself to a small child proves interesting when she tries to repeat my name but instead of getting a perfect 'Kya', I get the child like version of my name which sounds too cute to correct. It just makes me smile more against the pain that throbs within my elbow. The next thing that she tries to understand is that I told her that her hair was pretty. With that knowledge, she simply points to her head and pinches her hair and says the word. I shake my head slightly, closing my eyes and falling in love with how cute she really is despite her family realtion laying in the bed beside of me. She can't help that, so I hold nothing toward the little girl. Vy, on the other hand, helps the child understand the word 'pretty' again though Brooklyn still can't pronounce it, but the giggle is almost needed to make the tension between me and Vy settle into a comfortable atmostphere.

"Sister."

I nod to Vy when she declares that the child is her little sister in such a low voice, but who am I to challenge what she says. I don't expect her to be able to just jump out of the bed and suffocate me in my sleep, but I give her that amount of trust that I don't say anything more.

"She's cute. Wish I had a little sister. Just an older sibling." I say, not knowing that Vy and Jeran had already met and got aqainted before our fight. I do remember, however, something that Jeran said the moment he reached the ring to attend to me right after Vy had slammed her elbow into my arm. Something along the lines of 'you know she's my sister'. I have no clue what that really means though. Was he just threatening her? Did he know her?

I leave it alone for now.

What I can't let go, is the sass that I get from Vy watching her roll her eyes when I try to express the pain that's radiating through my elbow as I wait for something for the pain.

"Do you make everything into a competition?"

"Not all the time, but right now, it's the only satisfaction I can get since I"m kind of bedbound. Thanks." I get cocky with her before the nurse comes in and as the nurse leaves, promising to return, I go back to relaxing though it's kind of hard being in this place.

A few seconds after the nurse leaves, I ask the childs age, wondering if Vy will even be willing to share any personal information, but if she refuses, I could just simply request a room change or a nurse to escort the child out seeing as how she woke me up. Then again, I could just throw that at Vy to get her to answer me to allow myself this small amount of amusement.

"Two? That's interesting. She's so little." I've never been around children. I've never had to babysit but no matter what, I always tend to smile at some child whose holding on to their mothers hand as they begin to walk down the street in the summer or something. Now, the silence is going to be loud once again with the child contained and the questions answered. I take only a few quick breaths. Sleep wanting to pull me under when I let myself go completely still and calm my nerves.

"So was that your first time getting jumped by a crazy lady?"

A smile appears on my face even with my eyes closed. Just by what she says makes me want to laugh out loud by the way she made it sound. Is that how it sounded when I told the story? Not another second passes before I do start chuckling at the absurdity of the story, but whatever passes as viable, I'm not changing it. Jeran kept with what I said and whose really going to expose the underground fighting area?

No one. My story is safe and I'm sticking to it, but will Vy?

"Getting jumped by a crazy lady. Of course. Never happened before. I've had many fights, many injuries, but nothing like this. I mean, I was completely blindsided. Attacked in the depths of the city. What kills me is the cheap shot before that wild woman disappeared. Dunno why she just wouldn't lie down and take what he asked for when she challenged me." I put it in terms so that the story seems to not apply to her. Once again, another question is directed to me. "Distractions... I'm not liable to explain my strategy. WE've still got a rematch, remember? But I agree. I did get pis...ticked off at that guy. He deserved it but now, he got off scott clean because of you. He needed to be taught a lesson you know?"

The nurse comes back a few seconds later bringing the needed items to check my vitals like they always do every two hours and when everything checks out well, except for my blood pressure being a bit high, she just takes that as the level of pain I'm in and adjusts the medicine like so. "Alright, Miss Ruze. Get some rest, alright. Want me to close the curtain?"

"No. It's fine. Just leave it like that unless Vy wants it closed." I say, knowing that if I had her close the blinds, then the child might take it as a game of peek-a-boo and want to bother me again. This way, it might lead her away from temptation to play with the curtain and me again. That's when the nurse turns to Vy.

"Your turn for Vitals, dear." I watch as the nurse walks over toward Vy and pats Brooklyn on the shoulder. "Visiting hours are almost over."

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

"Jeran right?" Vy comments to Kyanite's desire for a baby sister and information that she only has an older brother. That was certainly ironic to see him there, but it seems like her life has become all irony since moving to this part of the district. "We met at training not too long ago." She explains because certainly Kyanite doesn't want to think there's something going on between the witch that broke her arm and her perfect brother. The biggest irony of them all would have to the change of heart just because a toddler graces the room. But Vy's unable to be her normal ass-hole self when in the presence of her kid, and Brooklyn has a way of winning over anyone. Of course the conversations unable to stay completely peaceful though.

Bed bound? That's an odd statement coming from the one with only a broken arm and manages to break Vy's knee. Whatever helps her sleep at night though. If the blond really lacks so much pain compared to her, then the declared winner should be the other way around. If only she understood expressing the pain Vy caused is only boosting her ego. "Whatever makes you feel better." Vy chuckles a little and gives a slight shrug. Next time she'll make sure to pull out that maneuver sooner so that the victory's not placed in the wrong person's hands.

"Cheap shot?" Vy gets a little offended by Kyanite's comment on her last move. How is kicking someone in the knee and elbowing someone's arm any different? Just because someone called it? No one will be calling it in the actual games, or if someone gets into a fight on the streets. She shouldn't of stepped into the ring if she wasn't expecting that no rules really means no rules. "That's the lamest excuse I've ever heard. But you privileged kids really believe that life's fair." Kyanite was the one going off about payback, that's all that Vy was achieving.

At least a rematch is established, because that's exactly what Vy's craving and if her opponent's up for it then it must go down. "Well I'm glad I could help." Vy jokes with a tiny smirk upon her face. After all she did help, she shouldn't be hated that much then. "And even more glad to hear of this rematch." Her grin spreads a little further across her face though her stays glued upon the beautiful baby she somehow created.

The nurse returns for the Kyanite checkup and the conversation falls silent from there. For some reason it's always awkward when a medical staff, or better yet stranger, is within the room eavesdropping. Everything goes by quickly and smoothly and she offers to close the curtain before leaving. "I don't mind." Vy replies after Kyanite leaves it up to her. Then she goes over to check on the blond's stats as well. She nearly forgot that she was also a patient and her expression drew cold at the sound of her perky voice. Still she accepts it with hopes that it'll make the nurse leave more quickly. They must know of the true relation between Brooklyn and Vy and certainly not smart enough to keep it in.

"I know, I'm sure Brittany will be here soon." Vy informs as she tries to prevent Brooklyn from messing with the cuff around her arm that's testing her blood pressure. The nurse nods and keeps that silly grin upon her face as she's constantly looking over at the little baby while going through everything. Maybe Vy was that cute at that age and could possibly be adorable now if she wasn't trained at too young of an age. Everything goes by smoothly and soon enough the nurse has all her instruments back in her bin to exit.

"Your daughter is far too cute." The nurse comments as her smile somehow grows even wider. Great. One simple sentence and someone women has unknowingly screwed Vy's life over. Certainly with how popular this Kyanite girls appears to be, word will get around of momma Vy in no time. Luckily for the nurse she's unable to get out of the bed and has the baby still in her lap.

"Thanks." Vy mutters, closing her eyes and leaning her head back against a pillow. It's all over now, how many parts of the district are there? Because it's moving time once again. The heavy sigh and sunken expression makes it obvious of what the nurse has done and guilt automatically sinks into the poor woman as she slides out of the room, with a soft opps. Now Vy regrets not having the curtain closed.

"Mama." Brooklyn's innocent voice fills the room, but something has finally happened that not even the little one is able to distract Vy from.

"You're not helping." Vy's voice naturally calms down while words are directed towards her daughter, which only makes her sound completely melancholy and emotionless.

[*]

"Cheap shot, yeah. I didn't studder." I tell her, bringing out a bit of my attitude. It's so weird that only minutes ago, I was speaking so sweetly to her sister and now that the child is far away from me and paying no attention, I've changed my 'tude completely. Vy's already making it to where I can't just be nice to her. Not in here laying in a bed with my arm practically immobilized. How badly I just want to get up and give her a good smack. A chuckle comes from me immediately following that image. At least the brace will be good for an impact and impression. "and I'm far from privaledged. I've worked my butt off to kick yours. I know nothing in life is fair. It's just what you make it."

The rematch I mentioned seemed to perk her up just a bit with a smirk appearing on her lips. Personally, it'll have to wait, this rematch; for obvious reasons. I glance over to watch her, but her attention is fully on her little sister. Once again, the thought comes across my mind that the child might have the possibility of being her daughter just by the way she handles her.

As the nurse tends to Vy, I can't help but watch because there's nothing else to do in this stupid room. The wall is boring to watch and the tv is just showing clips of the news from our district of things that have gone wrong in the quarry or just talk about the upcoming games. No, what's more interesting is the moment when the nurse asks if we want the curtain pulled, Vy actually votes to leave it open as well. What made her say that? The child in Vy's arms seems interested in the blood pressure cuff, but Vy keeps her entertained enough that the youngster doesn't touch it so Vy is able to get an accurate reading. Soon enough, the nurse is done with her as well. The only thing that has gone wrong with Vy's plans is that the nurse suddenly blurts out something that has Kya's eyes widening to her internal curious nature.

"Your daughter is far too cute." I knew it! I knew that there was that possibilty and here Vy said it was her little sister and I believed her like a fool. Why did she lie to me? It is not normal for someone to have a kid before passing their reaping age? Then again, normally people wait. With Vy? Why would she try to hide it? I keep my mouth shut for the longest time while trying mull over different scenarios in my head of how to catch her in that lie, but with Brooklyn still there, I don't know how much that baby can understand.

As the nurse walks out, I'm more than curiously looking at Vy with a sort of hateful look. "Sister? Really? You deny and lie about her being your daughter? Why would you do that?" My voice comes out already accusingly. Even Brooklyn decides to join in my protest by letting her innocent and childlike voice call out her appropriate name for who she is to the kid.

"Mama." I shake my head, but start to laugh slightly when she tells the child that she isn't helping her a bit to keep her identity hidden.

"Keep singing that precious word, youngin." I egg on the child and move to sit up in the bed. My back is absolutely killing me, so I use my good arm to push my body upward and I keep my arm as still as possible even though the new round of pain medicines have already kicked in as I can tell all too fast when I sit up. Immediately, I sway in a circle as my vision begins to dance within my sight.

"Maybe that wasn't a good idea..." I say out loud and ungracefully move back down and give up halfway before falling back into the pillows behind my head. Rubbing the bridge of my nose, I let the dizzy spell wear off before I let my head roll over to look at her sitting there with her daughter.

"So, is she truely yours or are you still just babysitting?" I question her and watch as Brooklyn seems to have giggled at me when I fell because she's stareing at me with this grin on her face then she suddenly erupts outward with laughter. "Think that was funny? Not me. You're daughter is strange. Laughing at someone's misfortune. Yet again. Just like you."

(768 - PAT)

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

It comes to no surprise that Kyanite's mouth opens as soon the nurse exits the room. A pile of questions erupt about why Vy would deny and lie about having a daughter. She simply doesn't understand why she would do such a thing. Coming from someone that clearly has no experience with kids her curiosity is no surprise. "Why do you care?" Vy's expression turns as cold as ice as she grows very defensive. Of course the daughter thing won't simply slip from her opponent's mind, hopefully she just doesn't plan to use it as her advantage. The simple mentioning of Brooklyn has Vy's mind going off into space. Hatred towards the nurse grows more and more.

"Mama?" Brooklyn questions after Kyanite tells her something she's unable to completely comprehend. Well at least she didn't slip the word before though Vy's grown pro at blaming it on the fact the little thing calls everyone Mama...she actually doesn't but she's good at convincing them anyways. When Brooklyn figures out that is what Kyanite was requesting she follows the orders. "Mama mama mama ma..." Her little voice turns it into a playful song. Any other time this may be adorable, but it actually gets on Vy's last nerve.

"Shhh." Vy places a finger over her mouth as to gesture to the little one to be quiet. Of course Brooklyn mimics her completely by placing one of her tiny fingers to her petite lips and repeating the sound shhh. Her bright eyes stare up at her mother and a grin spreads across her chubby face as she finds herself properly doing the gesture. A second later her baby blue eyes snap over to Kyanite with her finger still place over her lips, and she repeats the sound again shh. It must be quiet time if that's what Mama's doing.

"So is she truly yours or are you still just babysitting?" Kyanite probably questions because she has yet to get a straight forward answer. Still it just doesn't seem right. Clearly because Vy was stupid enough to show it upon her face instead of claiming that the nurse was simply wrong. Maybe if she just corrected her everything would be different, though it'd only raise up suspicion probably.

"Can I still convince you that I'm just babysitting?" Vy asks with a pathetic chuckle because she knows that she's screwed. It's out in the open and by tomorrow Jeran and Matthew will know, and by next week everyone in the gym. For some reason Kyanite attempts to sit up only to get greatly disappointed with a wave of dizziness that forces her back down. A small chuckle escapes Vy but it's not noticed with the giggles coming from the little one.

Just like you. In a weird way that statement is a compliment and an insult all wrapped into one. Being compared to Brooklyn feels so special, but Vy would rather her not end up like her Mama. "That's what I'm trying to avoid..." Vy forgets to use her filter and actually slips out some honesty. She curses at herself internally, damn you Brooklyn for making me soft.

"I was fifteen when I became pregnant, it's nothing to be proud over." Vy actually admits as her words stay soft and just loud enough to hardly fill the room. "..and creating someone so wonderful should be something to be proud over." Maybe the honest route will keep Kyanite's mouth shut about the situation. She's willing to at least give it a try, maybe she won't seem as tough and strong but Kyanite already holds blackmail, what's a little more gonna do? She'll have to leave if this gets out anyways. "Apparently I don't seem as threatening with her on my hip either." She pulls out a fake smile for Brooklyn and stuffs a finger under her tiny arm to cause a stream of baby giggles.

"I know that you hate me, but up for a trade? Keep me and Brookie's secret for something?" She offers though completely unsure of what she has of value in exchange for this. "I'll stay away from you for the rest of our lives? Beat some kid up you're having problems with." She slightly chuckles at her examples and hopes one of her strategies work.

[*]

"Mama." I mutter under my breath when the child takes what I told her and she starts doing this sing-song voice to it, repeating it several times before Vy brings her finger up to hush the child of the song. For me, It brings a smile up to my face to think I've caused her a little bit of grief for what I've learned about her. The little girl in front of her, mimics her mother's movements with her finger over her lips and the 'shh' sound that follows. I can't help but wish to have that kind of life. A baby... What am I saying... I'm too young for that. Not to mention, I have no guy. Probably will never have one again... once Matthew decides to start spilling the beans to everyone that his reputation now proceeds him. Used and unwanted... this is my life.

"Can I still convince you that I'm just babysitting?" She says to me and I instantly spout out a 'no' before trying to sit up but not getting that far. I'm flat on my back once again, groaning silently in my head about the situation that I've gotten myself into. The childs giggling won't stop even after I say that it is definately not funny and then throwing that insult back at Vy saying that her daughter already enjoys seeing someone injured and dealing with the after effects of it. "That's what I'm trying to avoid...

She confuses the hell out of me when she says that. She's going to let her daughter become someone different? Someone opposite from what her mother is. That's all I crave is to become like my mother. All the time when I was little, that's all I wanted. I wanted to kiss away the boo-boo's and make them better. I wanted to take care of a family and be able to actually let my words soothe someone that was hurting emotionally. When she died, I didn't have that. My emotional pain has been pent up for so many years until Matthew came along and now, I'm back to square one again. I have no one, while that child has everything. I will never understand her.

Even now as Vy tells me how she got pregnant at fifteen, I listen while I still rub the bridge of my nose. The dizzy spell wears off fast since I'm laying down against the pillow but I watch as she tells me that she created someone that she's not proud. I shake my head and turn my gaze to a spot on the wall that is unlike the rest. One small, tiny dot missed by the paint.

"With her on your hip, you'd think you'd be more threatening, because no one would want to mess with mama bear." I grin and allow my gaze to befall upon her again, with my eyes falling on the youngster who has decided to play patty-cake with her hands and look up to the ceiling a moment later and point to something. Her tiny voice fills my ears and I wish, at this moment, that my arm wasn't so sore to where I could play with her. Then comes something I never expected. Vy doesn't want anyone to know about her daughter. Whatever floats your boat. At least I'm getting something out of this deal.

"Keep your secret for something? You know, it's not really the best thing to ask me while on pain medicines, but I will see what I come up with." I tease her, because I want to make her sweat a little before I make any kind of choice. Once again, my eyes fall upon the child but rests on the childs perfect little nose. How tiny it is. How it is pointed up toward the ceiling as she see's something that I don't. How great it would be to have no worries in the world. Maybe that's what Vy is doing for her. I wish my mother was still around to help me with my life. Maybe, it's my turn to take control of my life? Persue something my mother used to want to do before she had kids?

"A trade... I think I know what that will be." I pause a moment and await for her to really pay attention, becasue what I will ask of her, just might send the crew of doctors in to revive her, if she's as much of a bad ass as I image her to be just from what happened down in the underground fight. "Lose the attitude toward me. I've seen your soft side. You don't scare me, so trying to intimidate me won't work. That little thing sitting on you is your weakness." I let out a chuckle and put my good arm beside my head and prop my head up just a little to see her reaction. At least, she's litterally bedbound and she can't come after me.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Is this possible? The words that actually come from Kyanite's words are kind to the person she probably hates. The only reasoning for the calm energy is all due to the presents of Brooklyn. Still a sort of compliment escapes Kya as she suggests that a baby on Vy's hip actually makes her more threatening. A smile spreads across her face because she's never thought of it that way. But the one laying in the bed next to her's has a point. There's no point in denying that the child's a soft spot for her, but she'd also kill for the little thing. Maybe she already appears deadly, it'd only get that drastic if it involves Brooklyn. How odd that it all is, a liability and asset all mixed into one tiny human.

"That's a good one." Vy gives in and decides to take the nice route as well, it's a lot easier with the little one bouncing in her lap. "I think it's a little more complicated though." She adds because this certainly didn't mean she's going to go around bragging about Brooklyn. If there's a way to keep this a secret, she's going to take it.

It's not the best to ask Kyanite while she's under medication, but she'll come up with something. Perfect, so that means a deal shall be made and Vy's secret will stay hidden. A relieving sigh escapes her, though she still has the slight concern over what Kyanite's side holds. What could she come up with though? She must want to get rid of Vy from her life, though she does seem to like Brooklyn...Who doesn't? A smile reappears upon Vy's face because maybe her daughter really does stand a chance of breaking the family cycle. This adorable rugrat actually stands a chance of becoming a good person.

"A trade... I think I know what that will be." Kyanite's voice fills the room sooner then expected, by the sound of it though Vy's not going to like it. What could she possibly come up with in just a few minutes? "Lose the attitude toward me. I've seen your soft side. You don't scare me, so trying to intimidate me won't work. That little thing sitting on you is your weakness." Her words actually find a way to sting Vy's heart. This is exactly why she wants to keep Brooklyn a secret, because her weakness getting around is what's at risk. Should of lied from the start, good one Vy.

"Thought you said I look more threatening?" Vy jokes, though then becomes slightly concerned. Is that a bad attitude? Great, the one thing she actually has to keep note of is Kyanite's side of the deal. Lose the attitude, but luckily she also adds towards her. Alright, so she has to keep away her attitude from one person who's starting to prove to be a decent person. Not a typical annoying female, good at fighting, yeah she can try to keep it cool around just her. "Fine...you have a deal." She actually finalizes the agreement, and from now on she has to watch her mouth around two people; Brooklyn and Kyanite. One thing has to be set straight before hand though.

"She's not my weakness. Soft spot I'll admit to..." She cuts herself off after that. Why is she getting all honest in front of someone she just met? She stuck around a group of guys for years before she moved, and none of them knew a thing about Vy. Was she really about to admit of how she's never felt stronger since after Brooklyn was born? Having a little one around forced her to grow up, actually hold her tongue occasionally and not start a fight on a daily basis. Sure it didn't change her completely, but if these people hate Vy's attitude so much now they'd probably want to murder her if they met her before Brooklyn was conceived.

"Glad we came up with an agreement." Vy decides to simply change the conversation.

[*]

A trade. A very dangerous thing to offer up to someone you barely know, whom you just injured, and knows one of your deepest secrets. For me, on the other hand, I hold all the cards cause I could do just about anything right now. I could make her do anyting within reason to keep her so called secret that she wants to keep so bad, but what kind of person would I be if I didn't allow for this one secret to be kept. I remember a couple of months ago, I trusted someone with a secret of my own. One that could make or break me, literally or kill me, and he's yet to ever let that go. So, while our secrets are totally different, I feel a certain obligation to keep it for her. Secrets are part of my life and letting only those who need to know, know are those that I can trust with my life.

Vy has just placed her life and her daughters life in my hands. I can't let her down. Former enemy or not, I am not heartless. The only thing I might have said to hurt her though, was calling Brooklyn a weakness. One that I can tell she didn't like me saying. It wasn't that I meant it in a wrong way, I just mean it could be the only tool to tearing her down to a true enemy should she have one. Working the underground fight rings though, she's bound to have incurred some great enemies. She almost had me as well. If only the doctors had any clue that we could have easily smothered one another in our sleep. Well, more me than her, but alot of good I could try to kill her with one arm. I think both of us would have failed attempts. For some reason, I chuckle with that thought when Vy suddenly brings up the statement of me calling Brooklyn her weakness.

"I didn't mean it as a weakness, persay.. more indepth, of to someone else. A weakness if someone else knew. Not your own person weakness. Sorry. Guess I should have said that." Though what she said makes me want to giggle, but I hold the urge in. Soft spot? I shake my head slightly and move my body to the side a bit, and physcially pull my arm up with the pillow to the other side, so my arm can lay across the pillow comfortably while I get to chose a new position to lay in.

"These hospital beds are such a pain in the rear. Literally." I mumble out and I feel my eyes dropping slightly. Sleep is so common in these situations but I'd rather have the darkness surround my eyes and allow me some comfort but the moment that I feel my eyes close, there's a sudden hard knock on the door, twice, before some lady comes in with a voice that seems shrill and not really hospital guidelines for tone.

"Visiting hours are up, loser." Immediately, my gaze jerks toward the sound because it's so crude with the way she mentions that last word. Since I have no relations of the female gender, I assume it's suppose to be for Vy. Though, the blond woman looks hardly old enough to be Vy's mother. A sister perhaps? An older sibling? She looks only to be a little shorter than me, but that's all I recognize, before I try to make my senses scarce so that they can chat. I close my eyes, but I don't fully go to sleep. I take slow, deep breaths to dissimulate myself as slumbering to Vy and her company.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

There's a first for everything, and this is truly going to be one of those challenges for Vy. No attitude? She doesn't even want to consider the extent of that agreement. It had to be done though. Without even a couple of months around this new area, it's going to be impossible and just trouble-some to move once again. At least she managed to last until Brooklyn was two before people discovered their true relations. Don't even question how she managed through the pregnancy, narrow it down to lots of isolation. Now for the first time ever she's caught in a deal to keep this adorable little secret. It's even more threatening with the knowledge of what happens when the truth becomes public...

Something must of changed though, because when Vy protests to her daughter being her weakness Kyanite actually feels the need to explain. Just feels a little confusing with her last statement of the kid on her hip being more threatening, and now calling her a weakness. Maybe, just maybe a slight understanding's going on. An apology even slips for her lack of explaining it better in the first place. It completely shocks Vy to say the least. Has Brooklyn really won Kyanite over that much? There's such an instinct to take this all as a giant trick. As if Kya's playing sweet and nice just until she gets out of this room...maybe she's fearful her roommate's going to kill her in her sleep or something. Yet something tugs at Vy to tell her this is all honesty. For some odd reason Kyanite cares, even if it's all directed towards Brooklyn.

"No worries." Vy holds a genuine smile upon her face. This whole kind conversations are actually enjoyable. Who would of thought. "Glad you understand." She feels obligated to share appreciation. Plus better start now with the dropping the attitude task. She would of bluntly reclined if the agreement included losing the attitude towards everyone. "This deal's only towards you though." She needs to clarify before attempting too hard. "It's going to be hard enough not being rude to you, I only speak sarcasm." She admits with a laugh that's sincere enough to have Brooklyn laughing along with her. "You're such a dork." Vy comments, tickling the toddler for a second before realizing that Kyanite's drugs are kicking in enough to cause slumber. Once again she repeats the shh, with the gesture and all...it doesn't even need to be mentioned that Brooklyn mimics her mother like always.

"Nap time for Ky?" Brooklyn questions and actually brings her voice down, only a tad though. Her tiny finger points over to the bed where Kyanite's snuggling up for a nice dream. Time to start with the kindness, earn some points for the many times Vy's attitude is sure to slip anyways.

"Yes Brookie, so we have to be quiet." Vy still has a small smile lingering upon her face because Brooklyn's finally at the understanding age.

"Kay." Brooklyn takes it as cuddle time for her, and just as always completely melts Vy's heart as she snuggles up as close as possible. A toddler on the floor can make a room appear to have been hit by a tornado within ten minutes. But somehow the same kid's an angel while curled up in someone's lap. Just as always Brittany arrives just in time.

"Visiting hours are up, loser." Without even looking Vy can recognize that dreadful voice instantly, Brittany. A heavy sigh comes over her as she gives Brooklyn a tighter snuggle just for the few seconds she has left. As much as she'd love to keep the little thing all day, it's more important to have the witch leave. Oh, please don't let her influence you. Vy's eyes dart over to her roomie to see the drugs have drifted her off quickly. They must of given her the good stuff, lucky.

"Yet they allowed you in here." Vy mutters, with no energy to deal with this chick today. It hasn't even been twenty-four hours since she broke her knee, can't she just have a little bit of peace? No, not with Brittany in her life.

"Just came to collect the adorableness you somehow created." Brittany's voice is all sweet and kind towards Brooklyn, but cold and harsh for the ending. Well at least Vy did a better job at forming a baby then she did. And of course the woman has no concern over the fact someone's sleeping in the bed aside from her, and this is the one secret she's obligated to keep. "What, the bitch is sleeping?"

"She's not a bitch, Brittany you are." Vy finds herself immediately protesting back. What the hell was that? She doesn't stick up for people, and of course she decides to do it in the worst time of being crippled in bed.

"Wait, Vanity's sticking up for someone?" Brittany smirks and reaches out for Brooklyn, who begins clinging to Vy with a whine and a few soft no.

"I'll stick up for anyone if it means dissing you, Mother." Vy plays along with the whole using real names, after all drugs cause heavy sleep so Kyanite must be out of it by now. "Bye baby, I love you." She plants a kiss on top of Brooklyn's head before tearing her off to pass her over.

Instead of bring the little one up to her hip, Brittany holds her out while slowly walking out. Just an inch over Vy's knee, she decides to set the little one down with a nice plump. Immediately pain shoots everywhere through out her leg, all directed towards the pressure upon her knee. A throb then fills in as the toddlers lifted up and finally placed upon Brittany's hip. That cocky grin that Vy's mastered so well is placed upon the older blond's face as she bounces the toddler. An instant later they're both out of the room, and it quickly fall silent except for the small chatter and business going on in the hallways. Yeah, sleep sounds good right about now, if Vy can manage it.

[*]

Pretending to be asleep proves harder than I thought. The moment that shrill voice comes in calling my unexpected roommate a loser, I instantly go into a feigned sleep mode. I would rather not deal with what is being said, but I find myself drifting off once for one moment to the next and waking right back up with the words that are being said. Comfort is my best friend right now, with my arm draped over the pillow and with my newfound sleeping position. It's actually the most comfortable I've been in a while, but it could also be the medication running through that tube and that plastic bag of liquid gold. That alone is what is giving me comfort.

"Yet they allowed you in here." Vy's mouth and attitude is directed to the woman whose come in and suddenly became the one thing to Vy definately doesn't want to deal with. Even I can tell that cause who wants that kind of person in their life? When they come in calling you a loser like that? She retorts the same comment back to her. It takes everything I've got not to show the smile wanting to pull on my lips but somehow I keep my composure perfectly, still allowing my breaths to come out softly and evenly paced as if I were truely asleep. If only I can blink away the sleep, but doing that I'll give away what I'm hiding. Just listen carefully. Just see who this woman is that speaks to her so horribly. At least my dad don't actually say the word to my face. Whoever this woman is, is brave to say that to Vy.

"What, the bitch is sleeping?" I almost choke on my own spit when she says that towards, me? Really? She calls some random person that she has no clue who it is, a bitch with no remorse? It takes everything I've got now not to just get up and knock her with my good fist, but I remain where I am. Alright, I'm fully awake now. I can feel my blood boiling toward this woman; however, I let off these easy, soft breaths when Vy actually defends me.

"Wait, Vanity's sticking up for someone?" Then all I can hear is the child, who has been giggling nonstop and playing around elicites these little tiny no's and I react to it as such to get their attention from it. I let out a moan and shift my weight though a little to keep with the feign of my slumber for them to see. The moan I give off, I play with a bit grimacing then allow my facial expression to become neutral again. It doesn't stop the conversation going on between the woman and Vy and without even a pause, Vy comes out with the word 'mother'. I'm stunned. I actually crack my eyes open for a moment just to see what's goign on, but the vision is blurry as I keep my eyelids as close to closed as possible, but see as Vy's mother tries to tear the child away from her and with a kiss on her head before giving her off to her mother.

My mother never treated me that way. I can't beleive that her mother does that to her. That just isn't right. That can't be right. Mother's are suppose to kiss away the hurt and heartache, not cause it. Though, her mother reminds me a little of my father. We really aren't that different.

I close my eyes as I hope that the woman will be leaving since she got the child, but a moment later, I find myself wanting to crack my eyes open as I hear Vy suddenly make a horrible sound of a grunt. That horrible woman just did that on purpose. How could she? And she's out the door in a flash taking that poor child with her. For some reason, I feel as if that child is going to be endangered being with that woman and I open my eyes fully now.

"Who the hell was that? And don't you dare say your mother..." I growl out and move up onto my good arm, propping myself upward as my gaze falls on Vy harshly. "I can't beileve you. You just let her take Brooklyn. Is she even capable of taking care of her?"

I sit up quickly and clumsily, letting my legs drap over the side of my bed, but the dizziness seems to befall upon me again. I should have stayed laying down. I hold my position on the edge of the bed, allowing for my body to sway from side to side.

"What is her problem with you? Is little Brooklyn going to be okay with her?" I find myself repeating. The feelings coming over me is unexplainable. I've only just met Vy and I've only met Brooklyn, so why do I need to feel the need to ask on the childs behalf? Maybe it's my own history with being bullied that has made me protective over those that can potentially do harm to one another. Maybe it's because I feel I can do something to help someone else. My gaze move to Vy, but there's nothing but a fuzzy haze. I let out a painful groan as I realize I've not babied my arm as I have and even with the medication, It pinches.