Final Exit {Jack}

[Jack Lexington]

I finally force my eyes open to get some sort of idea of where I am and especially where Vy is, panicing slightly at the thought of what might have happened to her. Only bad thoughts enter my mind.
To see her throwing up right next to me is a strange sort of relief because at least she's safe from those assholes.
"Oh good." I mutter through a very swollen lip, that feels raw as hell and tastes like blood.

Then the focus is on me. My chest feels very strange, tight and every deeper breath hurts so the ones I take a short, shallow, rapid. I inhale from the inhale but can't take a deep breath or hold it down, instead a coughing violently shakes my body. Oh, this feels all too familiar and not in a good way. There aren't many things that scare me but this does becauseI feel helpless and have no energy. My face makes it all obvious to the man taking care of me.
"Again." He tells me but the same scenario repeats itself.
"Let's see if that helps. It'll take about 5 minutes."

He asks me what else hurst but I'm too overwhelmed by the focus on my dysfunctional chest.
Whether my hand or lip hurst really doesn't matter right now.
I just shake my head and wait for my breathing to get better.

It takes a while but then improves just a tad, enough for me to get enough oxygen to think straight.

In the meantime the man tends to Vy some more.
He tries to get her to bend her knee that is badly swollen and asks about her headache.
"If your head doesn't get better within the next 12 hours, you HAVE TO go to the hospital and your knee looks bad. Ice, ice, ice, elevate and compress."
It gets wrapped up tightly with a bandage and placed on a pillow.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

The wounded man beside Vy is certainly alive, that's evident from the brutal coughs racking up his body and the couch. As horrible as it sounds, least it means he's still breathing...for the most part. Can only assume that the Doc would push for the hospital further, if he thought that Matthew's condition was worsening. Now all they do is wait and hope the medicine does it's job. And lucky Vy gets the attention during the range of that time.

Hard to ignore the discomfort within her damaged knee when the Doc attempts to bend it, sending lightning bolts of pain through her leg & up her spine. She roughly grits her teeth and balls up her fists to hold in the agony wanting to erupt. No hitting the Doctor. Why can't she simply sleep though? She's fine, and she's not asking for much. "If your head doesn't get better within the next 12 hours, you HAVE TO go to the hospital and your knee looks bad. Ice, ice, ice, elevate and compress." Course some other orders have to be delivered first.

"Yes, Sir." She gets out through a muffle, not bothering to budge an inch to execute any of his instructions at this moment. Her prescription to getting better, sleep. That'll make the brutal pain fade for a bit.

A half growl, half cry, forces its way past Vy's lips when they elevate her leg on the coffee table in front of her. Anything worse then bending a swollen knee? Straightening it out. Then it's suffocated in a bandage, and she swears they're getting some sort of payback here. Has she been providing her regular bad attitude? Actually didn't mean to at this moment. Guess it's just habit. "Thanks." Vy shows her gratitude anyways though, despite the misery consuming every inch of her.

"Well, you're breathing sounds a little better young man." Not the best result, but it's better then nothing. "Same goes for you to though. If you're breathing doesn't get any better, you have to see someone with the proper equipment." He advices sternly, not wanting to see either of these kids with a permanent damage. "Now is there anything else I need to look at before I return home?" He questions them both.

"Think you can help me get him back in my truck?" Mister Hero finally speaks.

[Jack Lexington]

As hard as I can I try to focus on other things than trying to controll my own breathing because it doesn't help. There's no way to take deeper breaths. I listen intendly to the docotrs conversation with Vy and turn my head to see her, which is hard because my neck hurts and my eye is damn near swollen shut. I'm a mess, but is she. Her face is red in places and swollen and she's having a hard time keeping her angony in check. every now and then a groan escapes her, which makes me flinch. I hate what happened even though she seems 'alright'. I have no idea what happened to her.

Since I don't have the capacity to call for her attention I reach my hand out to her hip, which is close to my head to get her attention. That's when I notice that my hand is another source of pain because it had been stomped on before I tore it out under a heavy boot. Bits and pieces of information come back to me now and none are pretty.

I still touch her and look up to meet her eyes once they're done with her.
"You okay?" I question with the little air I have. I'm truly worried. I also know Vy's one to hide her pain and feelings. She always wants to come off as tough.

Then they come back to me, once again listen to my lungs and decide to put me back on the truck.
"Okay." I agree even though I'd much rather stay on her couch.

With combined efforts I even manage to get on my own two feet and very, very slowly walk out of the house, across the empty street and onto the back of the truck again. This time I receive a blanket and , once on the road, allow my eyes to drift close again. At least we're both alive...but what will Kyanite have to say about this? One thing I'm sure of are the words I'll find for Jeran, who dropped quite a bit in my opinion.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Something pulls Vy out of the exhaustion, soreness, and pain consuming her body. A simple touch comes across her, and at first she has to assume that Doc's not finished with his questions. Is he going to casually slap her again if she doesn't open her eyes? She forces her eyes open to notice Matthew's weakened fingers, then he questions whether she's okay. "Yeah." Slips out so naturally despite her situation. They're about to haul him back home; last thing she wants is for him to be worrying about her, when he needs to be concerned about his condition.

What if one of those ass holes caused even worse damage to his lungs? More then what Jins even created... Guilt plagues on Vy, convinced that she must of been the one to start this fight. There's such a desire to swear off ever wishing for one again, yet she knows that's an empty promise she'd never fulfill.

Seems pointless to ask if Matthew's doing alright, obviously he's not. As if he didn't have enough struggles going on, now he holds another to add into the mixture. Should be real easy for him to find a job now. What has Vy done to her friend who was only trying to help? "Get better, okay?" She manages to insist upon as she hears Matthew pushing himself to his feet. Now she can only hope for his fast recovery...oh yeah, and her own.

The discomfort settles back in painfully once the house falls silent. All Vy wants at this point is to fall asleep on this couch for a few hours. No point in struggling to her bed. "Need help to your room?" The bar Hero questions suddenly, and she's far too tired to even flinch at the surprise.

"No." She mutters, having no interest in attempting at the stairs.

"My guess is you don't live here alone, and it won't be fun being woken up early." He assumes and pulls Vy up while being cautious of her bad leg. "Come on, Ms Stubborn." Guess he's a funny guy to.

"Says the one that refuses to not help." Vy replies back through her gritted teeth that are trying to hold in her misery. "The office down there is fine."

"No stairs?" He continues with his jokes. Must be one of those humor is the best medicine types. Least it doesn't take long to get to a more comfortable sofa, and be out of the way of Brittany's morning routine.

"Thanks." Vy mumbles while nearly falling asleep instantly. The ice is put around her knee again, with the puke pot placed right over the side incase she still feels sick. Then Mister Hero is off to complete his last good deed of the night.

"Sleep tight." He insist before exiting, and it doesn't take long for Vy to do just that.