Reuniting These Two {Marr//Jeran & Vy}

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Vy Pryce

There's only a deep sleep that consumes Vy. Her body fully aware that avoiding the awake Panem will keep her from the brutal agony that awaits her there. How long will she be allowed this rest and protection? And what will come of it when she's forced out? Even now her stiffened, damaged leg squirms with aches, causing more lightning bolts of pain to shoot up her spine. Her head throbs with discomfort, though it all only convinces her further to remain within slumber. Nothing good is going to welcome her into reality. No reason to rush there.

Of course it's the very pain that she's trying to avoid, that brings her around to. She curses to herself, only to be informed of the gruesome sting within her skull. Perhaps she deserves this; Got what she asked for, and even got her friend unwillingly involved. Every inch of her body feels to be prickling with needles, like when a single limb falls asleep. It's blatantly clear to be originating from her swollen knee, now surrounded by entirely melted icepacks. A moan escapes her as she attempts to move it, just to receive even more discomfort in return. Guess it's worse then what her alcoholic influence was telling her last night.

"Mama?" Brooklyn questions while allowing herself into the office downstairs. Guess she heard the unpleasant noises, and knew it could only be her mother. She waddles in despite the slight stench of vomit, worryingly occupying Vy's side. "What happen?" She questions far too innocently.

"I'm fine baby girl." The older Blonde reassures in a hushed voice, while brushing Brooklyn's thin locks behind her ear. The last thing she wants is her daughter seeing her like this, but she's not going to yell at her to get out or worry her to achieve that. "I just got into a fight. Member I told you how bad it is to get into fights?" She only gets it out in a whispers, but the little one nods her head in a partial understanding. "Good girl. Let me sleep for a bit longer?" At first the Rugrat's hesitant on leaving, but eventually still follows her Mother's request. She can always go check on her in a little.

Not too long afterwards, there's a knock at the door and Brooklyn takes it upon herself to answer it. The all too familiar face spreads a wide grin across her round cheeks. "Jewan!" She squeals, knowing that her Mama will certainly be alright now that he's here. Immediately she's hugging his legs.

"Jeran? Long time no see." Brittany smirks at their guest. "Vy's not here, but please come in." She invites rather quickly.

"No!" Brooklyn protests with a new found angry tone, determined to prove Brittany wrong. "Mama dis way!" She instructs while yanking at Jeran's pants to follow her. There's evidently no time for Granny behind her manner. All that matters to this tiny Tyke, is reuniting these two.

[*]

Fear? Angst? Pain?

Is any of that relevant when the phrase sticks in his head about how he could seriously go off with another girl and forget about Vy? Is that what happened? Is that why she left him? Thought wizz around in his head. His lips scowl in hatred for what he's done even though it was not suppose to happen at all. How could Vy do that to him? How could she leave him and not tell him why? Who is to say it was his fault and not her fault? Who would put the blame on her and not him? Is there any fault at all or it is just looking for someone to blame and a finger to point in someone's general direction?

Anger boils through his veins causing him to hit the wheel of the vehicle. Matthew was being taken care of at the hospital. He had people looking after him and who exactly would be looking after Vy? Her daughter? Heaven forbid her mother even care about her. Just the thought of her being hurt and out of commision is what triggers a memory of the doctor that he had gotten for Kyanite when she was so severely ill and he had taken care of her. First things first though because he don't know her condition, he don't want to arrive empty handed and without needed medical help in case it was something easily treated or by this man's advice, to get her to the hospital.

Pulling up to the old brick place, he runs up and makes hisself known to the doctor. His name completely slipping his mind and his voice booming out just his title until the door opens rapidly.

"Doc, my friends hurt." He starts to explain. He don't dare say that she might be more to him incase the doctor knows of his current position as a peacekeeper and the thought of a relationship might get out and harm his chances of being in trouble.

"Where is young lady?" He asks, and he tells him exactly where her place is and with a nod from his head, he tells him to go ahead. "I'll meet you there. I need to gather my things. My son will escort me to the place. Do you even know of her condition?"

Jeran shakes his head. "No. My sister's boyfriend was also hurt and I just had to drop him off at the hospital, and he said she was no better off. She'll have no caregiver other than a toddler in the house."

"That's fine, son. I"ll be there as soon as I can."

"Thank you, sir." Jeran rushes out and is soon pulling into the driveway of the Pryce household and the door is a mere barrier between who he needs to see and who really opens the door.

"Is Vy home? Where is she? I need to speak with her." Jeran asks the older woman whose charm is there, but her beauty is not.

"Jeran? Long time no see. Vy's not here, but please come in." The invitation only leaves him wishing he was in his peacekeeper attire to show her that he was in no mood to be messing around with false trails.

"No!" A tiny voice calls out suddenly and the toddler is already hugging his legs. It had definately been a while and with his attention on the little girl, he pats her back.

"Hey, Brooklyn. How's mommy?" He questions but the little tyke is up for no small talk and instantly is pulling on his pant legs to get him going in the right direction.

"Mama dis way."

Jeran follows the little girl, fully unaware of what he'll really walk into but at this moment, he don't really care. All he cares is that she not hate him for disappearing on her to take care of someone that was in her position not too long ago.

Down the hallway, Brooklyn leads him to a room and opens the door to reveal the injured blond whose knee is propped and covered with melted bags of ice and blood on her face and dirt on her clothes.

Regret.

Hatred.

Sadness.

Love?

"Vy?" He whispers out, wondering is she was even conscious as the little girl finally lets go of his legs and runs over to her mother and shakes her.

"Jewen here. Jewen here. He kiss mama's boo boos. Make mama all better, Jewen?" The request to make her mother all better is what makes his fear the most.

"Vy. I"m sorry I wasn't there to protect you. I'm sorry I've been gone. Please tell me you don't hate me?" Apologies seem to be the first thing on his mind before her own well being. Though, it comes second. "How are you? How badly are you hurt? I've got a doctor coming. He'll be here shortly. Matthew told me you were here."

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Darkness quickly overtakes Vy once more when the door closes behind her small toddler. There's not a chance that little girl will be able to care for her mother at such a young age, nor will Brittany ever; leaving sleep as her only alternative. Certainly she'll feel better after a few hours of shut eye? Just like every other brawl. She'll recover over that time frame, and wakeup well enough to care for herself...least that's all she can hope for at this moment.

The creek of the door opening doesn't startle the slumbering Blonde this round, too enticed by the captivating sand spell upon her. It's not until a petite hand is shaking her arm, and a squeaky voice is babbling into her ear, that she finally comes to again. Didn't she just send Brooklyn out to play a minute ago? Feels to be only that short length. She attempts at absorbing the Rascal's muffled words, while gazing at her through slanted, blurry vision. There's such a desire to drift back off, but she has to make sure Brooklyn's alright first.

"Make mama all better, Jewen?" Vy just barely makes out, and instantly that name alone has her heart thumping loudly against her weakened body. Is Jeran truly here? Her head spins painfully, struggling with the debate on whether she's relieved that he's here or wants him gone. The palms on her hands press into her closed eyes as if to massage the overwhelming ache. For all she knows it's the hero from last night, and Brooklyn's simply mistaken.

Then another voice breaks out, fluttering through the Wounded's ears like a comforting lullaby. Jeran is here, carrying a load of guilt along with him. An emotional sting actually tares Vy from her physical altercations when he questions if she hates him. Does she? A slow shake arrives from her head before she can bring herself around to talking. "I could never hate you." She manages to force out in a soft whisper and moan. Why does it feel like someone's kicked her knee several times while asleep? Or that her brain's going to squeeze out through her ears?

"I'm fine." Of course that's still what comes from her lips, after Jeran questions how she's doing and informs her that a Doctor's on the way. Isn't one them enough? Clearly she's not too bad off if the first one gave her the go ahead. He did give some advice on what to do if something didn't get better, but she's forgotten. "Is Matthew okay?" She wonders given it's probably been hours since he left.

The presence of Jeran has her crumbling upon the couch, so unlike when the Doc was examining her and Matthew. Has she gotten worse? Or is Jeran still the Man she's unable to fake being strong around? She craves to have him by her side, to ignore the apologizes seeping from his precious lips. There's no remorse or anger left towards him. He's here after all, and she was the one acting like a child by getting into a fight to ignore her feelings on him. "I can't see you...come closer." She nearly begs in her whisper, desperate to feel him close & know that everything will be okay.

[*]

She looks awful is the first thing on his mind and in his facial expression, glad enough that she isn't trying to concentrate on looking at him. If she had, she might think he was appauled at her sight and that's the last thing he wanted was for her to get anxious about his feelings for her. Her fingers pinch her eyes a bit, ridding them of some unwelcomed sleep she probaby never wanted in the first place.

"I could never hate you." Her voice cracks and shakes; very low, indeed. The moan that comes with it is even more heartbreaking though. Pain is consuming her body, he knows that and her mother has probably done nothing to save her from her misery. Although, something follows that tells him instantly that she's not fine at all. Quite the contrary because he's used to his sister using that exact phrase.

Oh to be a man.

"No, you're not. I'll tell you a secret. If you want to pretend to be fine, then use a different phrase. Kyanite is my sister and the queen of that phrase, if you know her at all." He tells her and watches her lips and her eyes. She seems so out of it, but a question is forming on her tongue and one that he's worried about as well. Matthew.

"He's at the hospital. He's going to be okay, Vy. Don't worry about him."

Though, she doesn't seem to notice him being there. She's so out of it that she's crumbling onto the couch even more, even though she's laying down. Is she even worse off then he thought? Why hadn't one of the guards been placed to the bar where the fight was? Shouldn't his company interviene things like that?

"I can't see you... come closer."

"Vy? I'm right here." He says cautiously, a little alarmed at how he's not more than a few feet away and she's saying she can't see him. What is going on with her internally? The whispering voice is bothering him enough that he don't wait around any longer before getting to his knees beside her sick bed and taking her hand into his.

"Vy, you gotta tell me what's going on. How badly are you hurt? I can carry you right out of here, or I can get a medic from the squad to come in and get you. You need to be taken care of. I won't let you say no." He looks to the bag of melted ice on her knee. HOw long had that been sitting there and without the much needed chill to deal with the swelling?

His fingers gently touch the bag to feel the temperature but it's barely even cold. Not even a slight chill to numb even the smallest of wounds. Pulling it off gently, he went outside of the room and went to find her mother.

"You insignificant woman. Can you not take care of your daughter? She's injured. Have you even been in to check on her since this bag has become nothing but a puddle?" His voice jolts with anger and goes into the kitchen, taking his authority to do what needs to be.

"Hey, do I come into your house demanding orders?"

"No. And Ma'am, I'm a peacekeeper, so you better be watching your tongue around me. I'm not playing games." He forcefully threw back at her while dumping the bag out and started to stock it full of ice again and going back toward the room where Vy is. "The doctor is coming and will be here any moment. Let him in please. At least he can do something good for your daughter."

The steam coming out from her ears must have been visible but Jeran only went back into the room where Vy was and her half conscious state lulling off into nothing.

"Vy, you need to stay awake. I"m going to put more ice on your knee." And with that, he gently laid the bag of ice on her knee and then grabbing her free hand again and bending down on his knees. The little girl gently put her hand on his shoulder.

"Mama be okay, Jewen?"

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Feet quietly shuffle across the floor, already providing comfort for Vy just by knowing it's Jeran drawing closer. His warm hand scoops up one of her's like he has so many times before, assuring her that everything's going to be okay. Matthew's being care for at the hospital, and Jeran's here to tend to her...and that's as far as her consideration can go with the misery consuming her leg. Perhaps it's a good thing that he's able to see past her lie of being okay, while her body has no willpower to protest against it any further. Oddly enough, the last thing she wants to do is push him away again.

Though it's easy to tell Jeran wouldn't ever leave her in a condition like this, Vy still drops the tough act. Whether it's voluntary or forced from the pain is unknown, but at least it rids of her stubbornness towards neglecting help. "Okay." She agrees with her voice a tad louder, feeding off the warmth surrounding one of her hands. Eyes are forced open to finally register the breathtaking features beside her. "But I don't need to go anywhere...just stay here...with me." The only bit of argument she holds is presented, while she squeezes his hand and closes her eyes once more.

Fingers disappear from her skin, leaving her wanting to reach out for it again. The exhaustion's too powerful though, and has her wanting to drift off. "Where Jewan go?" Brooklyn begins to sniffle, worried that the one person that's able to help has left. "Mama?" She gently shakes Vy's arm, frantic to not let her fall back asleep.

Chatter can be heard from the distance, but Vy's unable to comprehend any of it. All she knows is that Jeran hasn't left. "He'll be back, sweetie." She reassures her little one to the best of her ability. Why he's decided to go lecture Brittany at a time like this, she'd rather not question. Either way he's entering the room moments later, bringing along that sense of relief with him. He presses for her not to fall asleep, causing her eyes to flicker open once again.

Seconds later her eyes are shut tight again to absorb the pain of her knee, while ice is delicately placed around it. "Don't think this pain...will let me have...a concussion." She mutters through gritted teeth and tense muscles. Truthfully, she'd love to slip back into the darkness. "Plus...I woke up." That must mean she doesn't have one, right? She tries to settle her focus back on him again; while a short grin spreads across her face, before the ache in her cheeks has it fading. Then her eyes find the small toddler behind him.

"I'm going to be..." She stops herself from saying fine. "...good, soon." That works, it's honesty. "Just have some owies." Is explained in the way a two year old can understand. "Will you go watch granny for me?" The bottom lip of Brooklyn's, curls up and sinks in her upper half. She wants nothing more then to stay by her Mama's side, make sure she's going to be okay. But she's also fully aware that this a time to listen, and nods her head before leaving.

"Think I busted my knee again." Vy attempts to joke through her hushed tone, another grin sliding to her lips for only a moment. "And my brain...might be expanding my skull." She tries to only concentrate on the warmth from their connecting palms, and the brisk temperate covering her swollen knee. Of course a minute later Brittany's busting open the door, to loudly connect with the wall. Instantly Vy's face is scrunching up in discomfort.

"Really? You've been out all night, and can't even watch your daughter for a damn hour!" Brittany scolds as Brooklyn wobbles in with even more sniffles, trying to best not to cry. "Stop playing wounded and pull your shit together. You're a fracken Career Vanity!" Guess she didn't take too kindly to being told off by Jeran. "Here's your stupid doctor." The older man follow in after the toddler, appearing as baffled as ever. The door quickly slams shut afterwards, leaving Vy's head in a whirlwind. Least the witch is gone.

As much as Jeran's touch is saving her, she has to pull away from it to weakly wrap an arm around whimpering Brooklyn. The tiny head snuggles into her shoulder, and luckily doesn't require any movement on Vy's part. "It's okay baby girl...Granny's just being mean." She whispers out, while retrieving Jeran's hand back into her grasp in order to keep herself together. Why the hell did she leave the Ruze's for this place? She may never understand her own stupidity. "I'm sorry, Jeran." Comes forth as her attention finds him. Can't believe he's still here despite everything. Guess he never fails at saving the tough chicks.

[*]

Jeran's caring nature won't let him be angry or show any other kind of emotions in front of Vy at the present time. It is, however, a good time to get mouthy with the woman that is suppose to be her mother and how she's not even taking care of her own daughter. Thoughts flood his mind of his own up bringing and wonders if she had the same kind of treatment and if every other career's family does the same to them. Do all careers have parents that are solely based on getting that recognition? Is Vy's mom the same kind of case though? It seems so simliar to what he went through with his father but the scenario is placed on the back burner the moment the toddler speaks up and asks if she's going to be okay.

A hint of a grin appears when she stops her words and rethinks about the terms she uses since his speech about using a hated word of his. Brooklyn understands it enough and then is sent off as a diversion to give her some rest. A good moment to be with her as he needs to make sure of her wellbeing first and to see if anything more than just the ice is needed or if her head is far beyond a concussion.

As the child reluctantly goes off in search of the horrid woman, Jeran's shaking his head.

"Think I busted my knee again. And my brain... might be expanding my skull."

"Nah. That's just the hot air filling the empty spaces." He decides to lighten the mood just as she would around him, but he finds no smile to backup the joke he just used, making it seem as though it was merely a statement or something forced. Then silence follows.

Complete silence.

Peace.

Until the door is swinging wide, slamming into the wall and the little blond haired girl is being ushered back into the room with the most hateful of comments toward her own daughter. His legs are already reacting, standing to attention and his eyes boring holes into the older woman's forhead. His fingers snap together, almost in a complete fist as the woman keeps running her mouth and the doctor is introduced.

"Doctor Knowles. Thank you for coming." He tells the doctor and stands up but the wimpering child is the one that gets the attention first. Vy wraps her arms around the little girl and the site of it burns Jeran to no end. His eyes swing over to the door and a decision has to be made but who will prosper from it?

Himself or Brittany?

"I"m sorry, Jeran."

"Don't be. I'll just be outside and I'll let Dr. Knowles do what he needs to. Please cooperate, Vy." He jokes a little bit more and turns to the door and steps out of it and his next mission is completely set. Finding that witch of a mother and quesiton her sanity.

"Ms. Pryce...?" He asks and steps into the living room where the small tv set has one of the previous years. "Where do you get the gall to treat your daughter that way? How do you live with yourself?"

"By avoiding you twerps and concentrating on myself. Don't come in here telling me how to raise my daughter."

"Raising your daughter? Is that what you call it? And yelling at her in front of Brooklyn? Lady, you got some nerve to be doing that to a peaccekeeper. She might not be brave enough to confront you about it, but I have no relatons to you and you are just another ass. You don't deserve to have them here in 'your' place."

He shakes his head and looks back to the door to whre Vy is at and only sighs. "Don't worry, you won't have to worry about your daughter or granddaughter getting the way of you living life."

He turns to walk away.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

There's truly nothing worse then having a toddler crying out of pure sorrow, especially when there's vaguely a solution to the situation. It's far different from those tears formed out of unnecessary reasoning, to get a preferred outcome or simply due to uncontrollable child emotions. The sob within Vy's arms is entirely due to a young mind's discomfort in her daily setting. Seeing Jeran return, and Brittany perform as her normal self, Vy's completely aware of why Brooklyn's forming puddles in her shirt. She's not scared of her Grandmother, she desires the more enjoyable life they had for a brief period not too long ago. Tears choke up in Vy's throat and eyes, though she somehow manages to stuff them down to remain strong. Jeran saves tough chicks.

Can't deny that the light humor he does add to the mixture, is quite refreshing. Every aspect of his presence has her relieved in some way, despite the stubbornness to avoid him that consumed her priorly. She'll never forget how serious, anti-sarcastic, he used to appear. Yet now it's him sarcastically lightening up her wounded period. There's not a single aspect she'd change about this...well except for his next disappearance to go visit Brittany again. Couldn't they just leave her to rot all alone? Now that Vy realizes her lack in wanting to rid of the love of her life, she doesn't want to let him go; especially not for her Mother. Either way she holds no energy to protest.

He doesn't find a need for her to apologies. "Okay." In return she willingly caves into following the Doctor's instructions. For such a long moment, her head didn't brutally throb for her relief; her knee wasn't screaming for attention. Once the door closes behind Jeran, all of her pain floods back like an uncontrollable tidal wave.

A light flashes into her eyes, overtaking her senses as her damage has, and instinctively she wants to flinch away. Cooperate with the doctor, she has to remind herself. "I'm fine..." That word slips out while Jeran's not present, though Vy does quickly gaze around just to make sure. "I just need some painkillers and I'll be good." She reassures through closed eyes, while resting her head on the top of Brooklyn's. Something to rid of these brutal aches, and a cuddle to sleep, sounds like the perfect cure to her.

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Having a romance of Vy's stroll into her house, and tell her how to live, fuels Brittany more then anything else. At first she wanted to claim her daughter's handsome love interest for herself; but now she just wants to destroy him, and whatever he has going on with Vy as well. How many kids has he raised to believe that he knows more? Having to train a Career when she was just one herself. Then watching history repeat itself, as her daughter births a child before over reaping age. He has no clue what it's like! And now he thinks he's going to steal her only family for a better life? Keep dreaming. She's had enough with repeats.

"Right. So you can break her heart again, and they'll both be right back here in a couple of weeks." Doesn't matter if his back is turned towards her, and he's attempting to exit. Unfortunately Brittany's far more observant then she appears. "Go play knight in shinning armor. We'll see how many times with cycle goes around before you get bored." Maybe just knowing that his potential girlfriend is spawned from a bitch like her, will be plenty to detour him. "Guess we'll have this same argument in a months time, if you don't give up now? Should be fun." She grins wickedly.

[*]

Jeran's more than capable to take down the likes of the woman in front of him for multiple reasons but she's done nothing 'wrong' as of yet for him to be able to use those methods. The only thing she does that he isn't too fond of is the fact of her running mouth and her sour disposition towards Vy and her daughter. It sets his blood to boiling like no other and it shows with his pursed lips and quiet mouth. If he keeps goign at the rate that she is, then she'll end up with a verbal lashing and whiplash from the onset. The moment he turns his back, he has to count to ten so that the barage of verbal attacks toward her daughter don't make him turn back around. His mission is simple now. Take care of the two that are in that room that is definately needing attention. Both needing love and care and a place away from this bitch of a woman that happens to have the title she doesn't deserve.

"Keep going." He mutters under his breath, pushing him forward until he reaches the door again and lightly knocks on it before entering incase someone was behind the door or not decent.

"Come in, young man." Dr. Knowles tells him and turns back to Vy and starts to survey her leg and shakes his head. "She needs to be seen at the hospital. Fraid it's rather serious if she don't get it tended to. Also, the concussion is not severe, but she should be supervised for the next fourty-eight hours."

He stands up and walks over to Jeran, pinching the bridge of his nose. "She shouldn't stay here in this house. Obviously, she's getting no care. Is there someone else that she can go? I want her to be seen at the hospital."

Jeran looks over to Vy and then to the little girl. For a moment, he stares at the two and watches how Vy is still snuggling the little one. Sighing, he bends down and taps Brooklyn on the shoulder for her to turn around.

"Brooklyn. Do you want to come back to my house now? We can take care of mommy there, okay? You and me, buddy." He asks, waiting for her to look at Vy and then back to him.

"Otay." She merely whispers out of sadness but the tiny hint of a smile tells him that she's ready to go.

"Brooklyn, can you hold the doctors hand and go with him so I can carry mommy?" He asks yet again. Again, she looks to Vy. "Vy, You aren't staying here. At all, you hear me? Not like this. Not with that witch."

Jeran's control on his words had changed and it's okay because of what he remembers hearing as he walked away so calmly from. Would it happen? Would they be split up again in a month and Vy trudging her way back here to this hell hole of a house with the most ungrateful woman known to district two? "Let's go."

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Failure, it's a rare occurrence for Brittany. She's stupidly impeccable with her word choices, and has a knack for getting under people's skins. Yet she's forced to watch as Jeran manages to walk away from her, unamused by her warnings. He is taking them into consideration though, that much she can tell. The way his stance is stern, his back muscles tensed up like he's ready to physically attack if need be. "Stupid boy." Brittany mutters loudly in a chuckle. He's boiling water, desperate to overflow, but she just can't seem to bring him over the top. The doors shuts behind him, and this round is officially over. Ding, ding.

"I don't need to go to the hospital..." Vy protests once more through her soft pitch. All she wants to do is drift back to sleep, with the comfort that Jeran will be there caring for Brooklyn. The chaos of a hospital, over another stupid reoccurring injury, sounds pointless and worsening. "This damn knee is always falling out of place." She yawns while remaining glued to the snuggle Brooklyn's providing. "Just need some peace...and quiet."

The Doctor excuses himself from Vy's side, to quietly discuss something with the one that brought him here. Of course there's a dire need for Vy to know what's being said, but she's too busy fighting the urge of slumber to concentrate upon it. "No hospital." She mumbles through closed eyes, that no longer have the strength to remain open for very long. Sleep. But Jeran's soothing voice prevents her from completely escaping, especially when he suggests a plan to Brooklyn. He would be a gentleman and make sure the toddler's comfortable with this. A petite grin unfolds across Vy's lips.

Returning back to the Ruze household, where no one of the Brittany variety resides, is truly the best outcome currently. Can't deny the fear of what the future may hold after this, but for now Vy's unable to think of anything better. She nods to Brooklyn to exit with the Doctor, before pulling her entire focus over to Jeran. Fingers comb through the side of his hair, while she gazes into his chocolate brown eyes. "Okay." She agrees without hesitation, only a light growing smile. She couldn't ask for anything more at this moment.

No more challenges are presented from her, not even as Jeran scoops her up to escape her from this horrible place. She's missed the warmth that his arms provide, a sensation she was certain she had lost for good. At least she has it again at this very second. "I've missed you." She muffles into his shoulder, doing her best to bite back the vicious agony of moving her knee.

"You're not taking my Granddaughter!" Brittany announces when the group enter into the living room. As baffled as the doctor is, he lifts up the small child to prevent the older woman from getting ahold of her. In response, Brittany's after Jeran, whom already has his hands filled enough. "I'm not letting her get raised by this piece of shit, and a Peacekeeper wannabe!" Her posture is that of a fierce, yet delicate, animal who's about to pounce. "Give her to me, and the rest of you are free to leave." That's a demand, not a request.

And unfortunately, Vy has little power to fight. "Frack off Brittany." She tries to demand, though her voice hardly gets out. It's difficult enough to keep her arms around Jeran's neck, let alone staying awake. This is no time for a debate over who can obviously care for Brooklyn better. "Just keep going, Jeran." She begs.

[*]

"No hospital."

Slow, uncomfortable words protude from his girlfriends mouth. As far as he considers it, she is still his girlfriend and he's bound and determinded to take care of her, no matter the cost. Though, something is about to happen, and he can just feel it within his bones. Some big storm is about to break loose, and he's going to be caught dead center. As the tiny tike, takes the doctors hand, he has the perfect opportunity to pick Vy up, bridal style, but somewhat forboding. He knows that with the movements, it'll jar her leg enough that she is going to be in pain, but it's a desperate need to get her and her young daughter out of this house.

"I've missed you."

"...and I you." He simply states, without looking down at her because from one moment to the next, the shit storm is starting outside the door. His heart races when the words that comes from Vy's mother's mouth puts him into a protective state toward the little girl. Just like that, he watches the doctor scoop up the little girl as she tucks her face into his neck and wraps her arms around the man she doesn't even know. What's worse is that she doesn't even know the man, yet shields herself from Brittany's words.

Fear.

Little Brooklyn already knows the meaning of the word without ever learning the definition just by how she's acting. With protective arms around the little girl, the doctor is looking back to the man that's in charge of this whole operation.

"Keep going Dr. Knowles. I'll take care of this. Get her to the car, please." He says, in such a calm voice that it's hard and impossible to really comprehend how he's able to keep such a level head, though his cheeks are beginning to turn red and his eyes begin to bore holes into Brittany's forehead. "Ma'am, it's best if you let me do my job and you stay out of my way. If you have any protests to this, just let me remind you that you are not the legal guardian of that child and your own child is over the age of eighteen. You have no jurisdiction to keep them here. You will not have your granddaughter here with that temper."

Vy's power to fight against her own mother is waning, causing pain and sleep to come over her in his grasp. All he needs is to get them out of there as soon as possible and deal with the witch later. For some reason, she's not done trying to torture him. Despite the doctor leaving through the door and following close behind, the woman isn't done just yet.

"Get back here you little Twit. I swear, I will get you fired you monster. You come in here like you own the place. Get the fuck off my lawn. Don't you ever come back here or I will make sure you regret it!" The woman's mouth keeps running and Jeran's far from looking back for if he did, then Vy would never make it to the truck.

"You'll be fine, Vy. You'll be..." A sudden jerk has Jeran stumbling forward and a hiss of pain brings him out of his calm and stern attitude. A grunt of displeasure comes from his lips as his grip tightens around Vy so that he doesn't drop her. Anger seeps across his face as he makes his jaw become nothing but stiff and hard, his lips disappearing in responce.

"Jeran? Boy, you alright?" Dr. Knowles asks as he notices the woman coming toward Jeran yet again, this time, it's only idle threats as Jeran gets to his truck and sits Vy down in the front. It gives him a moment to touch the back of his head and feel the numbing pain before turning back to the woman.

"Get BACK in your house before I send you to the DC, woman. I'm trying to be generous but you KEEP biting off more than you can FRICKEN chew." Jeran's voice bellows out, becoming deeper the more he tries to inflict injury through words. "Get your scrawny ass back into your home or so help me, I will arrest you right here and right now in front of all your neighbors and your granddaughter. Wouldn't want to see mammie get whipped would you? Hmm? ANSWER ME?"