Meant to Be {Final Spinoff~Jeran/Vy}

Hearing that the group is probably doing better then she is feels like the release of a huge breath after a long wait. As if Vy could finally breathe and accept everything that happened. To her current knowledge none of her friends are badly hurt, and Brooklyn's even sleeping comfortably in this room...though she wasn't this well-behaved until a short bit ago. Usually Brittany's here to take away the Tyke when Vy's gotten herself in a bad predicament. But tonight they got a taste of what it's like without the Witch's help, and sadly poor Jeran got the butt end of it all.

"Thanks for... taking care of her." Vy whispers her gratitude in two chunks, her eyes staying glued to the two people she cares about greatly. Can only imagine all that he's had to juggle tonight, while also looking after Brooklyn.

If the little one's here, that probably means it's because Kyanite's not home. Which can only be because she's in a bed herself, or beside one. Needing specifics on how everyone's doing is as painful as her own condition, but badgering Jeran with questions isn't much of an option with her lack of energy. Even pulling out another word seems to be an impossible task without a few minutes of a break. Meanwhile she listens to Jeran's sweet voice questioning how she's doing. Watching closely as he settles Brooklyn down in the large chair off in the corner of the room, then moves closer until he's in a seat beside Vy's bed.

He's not close enough, but of course Vy wouldn't actually say that. "I'm dandy." She finally gets around to answering, following with a deep breath to recover from the words her vocals don't want to form. Of course she denies any of her pain, physical or mental. This is Vy though. Discomfort is only a weakness, and honestly her worries are far more on the ones she care about. Is Kyanite alright? And her baby? Was Matthew stabbed again? There's no telling.

Before she can bring her voice around again, Jeran beats her to the punch. What actually comes from his lips is a little shocking though. Never in a million years did she think her safety would concern anyone, let alone cause worry in someone. But apparently it has, and to the amazing guy next to her. She must still be dreaming. "I'm sorry." But just incase she's not, her soft sincere voice replies with the only thing that'll satisfy the ache in her chest.

"What happened?" She manages to ask with her raspy tone. If only she could get around to requesting his comfort, instead of just the reassurances that everything's okay now. "Is, Jins..." Her voice doesn't travel any further. Whether it's because of exhaustion or the topic, it's like the medicine's decided to stop working and the pain's as gruesome as before. Her beaten face scrunching up from the nasty taste of it all.

The slightest grin comes across Vy's exhausted expression. Telling her to stay out of trouble is like suggesting her to keep away from Jeran. Even after getting caught at the academy, that has yet to happen. What can she say, she's drawn to danger. She wants to reassure that she'll try not to, but her few words don't want to be wasted on an unrealistic promise. Instead they go for something that might ease her worries...or perform the complete opposite by evoking more pain then she can handle. Just the idea of Jins has her cringing in despair.

Did the drugs run out? Because it feels like her leg's on fire again, and even Jeran isn't reacting very well. Guess this is what it's like to be seriously injured. As much as she wants to, she can't even pull herself around to answering him with more then a head nod. Obviously that doesn't cut it for being alright. And after the briefest moment of his touch on her shoulder, he's out the door to retrieve help.

A bright light from the hallway is temporarily blinding until the door clamps shut again. Takes a minute, but Vy's eyes adjust upon a nurse that's clearly been asking an array of questions. All of which the Blonde has completely missed. She catches the word pain and instinctively begins nodding her head some more. The feeling of something getting pumped into her arm is relieving enough; and in no time the nurse is finally exiting with satisfaction in her job. That burning sensation begins to slowly fade, while Jeran's voice reaches out to provide even more support.

Knowledge on how everyone is doing is finally given. Most importantly they're all alive, and especially the little one inside of Kyanite. From the sound of it, her Sprout's doing the best out of everyone. It's unexplainable how good it is to hear that. A small smile returns back to Vy's face, even if it does only last a couple of seconds. On top of their wellbeing, the gender of the baby was also discovered. Automatically a sort of chuckle comes from her sore throat. Can't believe Matthew's going to be stuck with another little girl. It's refreshing humor after everything that happened.

Then the good information gets spilled, that Jins is officially dead. No news could be sweeter at this time. Luckily Matthew overtook him this round, and Kyanite had a handful of people watching out for her. The gratitude is unexplainable. But for some reason Jeran doesn't take this news as happily as Vy. Only guilt over what happened to the Blonde is on his mind, just as hers was while in the woods. He doesn't think he saved her. "You did." She corrects with a race of her heart, that sounds a machine for a mere moment. Damn heart-monitor, giving away her feelings on her hero. Hopefully he takes it for something else.

Just a smidgen of more detail is given, like on how O'Rourke was also shot while trying to save Kyanite and her baby. Great, another thing that wouldn't of happened if Vy had done better in the woods. If she had walked away instead of Jins. But if everything didn't occur as it did, who knows what the alternative outcome would of been. Despite it all, Vy could never regret being the first to encounter the enemy. But Jeran still feels the need to apologize anyways. "Don't be." She jokingly mocks to the best of her ability.

"I'm glad it was me." As odd as it is, it's the complete truth. Plus there's no telling if she'd ever get this concerned, warming side of Jeran in any other way. Like how he then scoops up her freezing hand within his warm ones. Gently gliding his touch across her skin as if to slowly bring back her temperature. Her own finger tips lightly press into the back of his hand, just as she did out in the woods with him. That wasn't all a dream, she's fully aware of that now. It's whether she's okay with it that confuses her. Currently she wouldn't even think of denying his comfort though.

If it hadn't been Vy to first arrive home to where creepy Jins lurked, things wouldn't of turned out so lucky for them. Not saying that the way everything went down was perfect. But if it was Kyanite that got jumped, held at gun point, and taken to the woods, there's an uncomfortably good chance that her little one -if not them both- wouldn't of made it. Risking one life instead of two is well worth it, no matter how Jeran counteracts this.

One thing she never considers is how it effects others mentally. Her mind was only wrapped around her failure to save them, not the idea that they might of actually suffered if more had happened to her. Sure Brooklyn would be upset, and they'd be stuck with more responsibilities then they need, but that's as far as her self-worth goes. Guess she should think about changing that mentality, because for the second time Jeran expresses how it has negatively impacted him when Vy assumed it wouldn't.

But what was that word he didn't finish and decided to correct?

Lucky for him Vy has no willpower to protest or argue against him. Perhaps he's even right, though that's probably just the drugs talking. So instead of forcing out any words, she simply enjoys the presence of her hand within his. Every squeeze, shift, or move practically bringing her hand back to life with his comforting touch. This alone is perfect, but Jeran feels the need to add the cherry on top with his precious voice.

There's no more lecture over her irresponsibility when it comes to getting in trouble. This time he completely shifts it with a compliment over how strong Vy is. Automatically a light grin comes across her face in return, and even more so when he suggests that she'll be out of here by tomorrow. "That'd be good." A sort of half chuckle and sigh has her chest shaking, though it doesn't touch her small smirk in the least. She can already tell leaving tomorrow is not going to happen. The positivity is nice though.

Sadly his hand retrieves away from hers, and it's as if the heat's been sucked from the room. A shiver goes down Vy's spine while she tries to focus on where Jeran's eyes are traveling to. It's not as easy as a task as it usually is, but his next words give an obvious clue. Takes a second but her eyes adjust to the still-sleeping toddler, looking like an angel as she always does in slumber. Tonight there's a thumb attached to her lips, and Jeran questions if she always does that. "Only when she's been crying all night." Vy explains in a whisper, though an entire breath. Guess the drugs and staying calm is working. "Sorry 'bout that." Couldn't of been easy for him, especially after everything that happened to.

Again Vy's hand is taken within Jeran's; and though it was only there minutes ago, the temperature he provided is already far gone. Not even his smooth lips can bring back a hint of warmth. He questions if she's as cold as she feels, and before she can pull herself around to answering, he's pulling another blanket on top of her. The true warmth comes when he sits right beside her though.

A request to be a little less heroic arrives, while he gently trails the back of his hand down her damaged face. What a sly move. All Vy wants to do is melt into his touch, and disagreeing is not the way to do that. She soaks into the moment before speaking the inevitable. "You know I can't." Still her head stays leaned on his hand, hoping her lack of a promise won't change anything. "Thanks for rescuing me again." Just incase she adds in something that has to keep him here...though she does have more up her sleeve.

She's never been the type to complain or ask for things, but tonight's a load of exception. "I'm still cold." And Vy will do just about anything to make sure Jeran doesn't leave. Possibly even the opposite if she could get him closer. Her eyes staring up at him as if to plead for him to make it all alright.

Seems like the closer Jeran was, the warmer everything became. Not even the thickest blanket compares to him just being a foot away. Heat radiating from his skin and his breath. If only Vy could draw him even closer. Maybe the ice around her heart will finally thaw, and that's been there way longer then this freezing temperature taking over her body. Though his words alone might be performing that, as he expresses that it was no big deal putting Brooklyn to sleep. Even if she was probably crying and resisting for who knows how long. That's just Jeran.

Every sentence that flows from his lips slowly change Vy's lifelong perspective on her future love life. Perhaps there is just one person out there, or here, for her. He's even willing to put up with all her baggage, including Brooklyn...and take it for something good. This is all just crazy talk, but for right now she couldn't love it more. Damn drugs, making her feel way more then she should. Something she'd never admit to even slips out.

The sensation of his touch against her sore skin just forced it out. He saved her, and he has a right to know. Though he might not completely agree by the looks of it. There was a glimpse of a small smile, but he also hides his face away by gazing down. If only Vy had the strength to raise his chin up and bring him closer. Instead she listens while he turns it into one of their common jokes.

From how it may appear, she might have an addiction to getting into trouble and being saved by Jeran. It is fun after all. A serious problem though? "Yeah." Vy decides not to argue, but only grins back. Again he is probably right, and she'll say he is as long as it keeps him close.

If there's a way to quicken things up though, she'll take that option. Being completely blunt is a strategy, or she can try for the hinting way...which doesn't really work until her eyes finally get her point across. No more is needed, and slowly but surely his face becomes an inch away from her own. Yes, he is what she was asking for. "Please." She hardly gets out before his lips gently graze upon hers, and she's instantly captured.

As if he couldn't be more of a gentleman, he holds up her chin to pull her further into the kiss. Small beeps from the machines informs just how much she enjoys the kiss, till they sadly get torn apart far too soon. The subtle sound settles as Vy does, just to be brought back up for a second because of Jeran's suggestion. A single much louder one rings through her ears and forms a blush under her purple and black cheeks. What can she say? Jeran's beyond attractive, and seductive when he's not even fully intending to be. It got her excited.

"Damn you." Vy attempts to laugh past the embarrassment of this, while her eyes focus back on the perfection sitting beside her. That would of heated her right back up, but maybe they can come to a different agreement. "Lay with me at least?" She asks in a hushed voice, like a kid asking for desert before dinner. After running around all night, he must be tired. "Got plenty of room..." A heavy breath is needed from all these words. "And you're warm." Is her final statement as her eyes begin to grow heavy, but refuse to budge from him.