PKA// Sucking it Up {Marree ~ Jeran}

Out of everyone within the academy it has to be Jeran that comes around the corner to witness crippled Vy. Even around Matthew she could put up a nice front and hide away any trace of pain that's currently killing her. Now she can even feel a slight blush come across her cheeks from embarrassment. For some reason a need to appear strong means everything, especially in front of him. There's never been such a need to to pull out an act, and now she finds herself in front of someone she's unable to lie towards.

"Vy? You alright?" Jeran questions and it's clear that he's actually concerned. A break's much needed anyways so she leans against the wall once again. Even gently setting her right foot on the ground brings a shooting pain, and still a throbbing one aches as she manages to hold it up.

"Dandy." Vy mutters through gritted teeth and for once her lies obvious. Holding up the fake expression doesn't work as her eyes gaze up to Jeran's. At least he's a nice distraction as he predicts she's also come from her sparing match and asked how she did. As if things couldn't get any better, he has to have the perfect questions. A frown unfolds as her eyes dart down to the floor. Automatically she shrugs off his gentle touch. Affection's the last thing she was taught, and certainly it's not given after losing.

"Great." She answers with complete sarcasm because a three's just average. Only failing grades were given to her through out her school life, yet now she feels the disappointment is losing. With no desire to limp next to Jeran or shoo him away, she allows herself a small break and conversation. Certainly she's not asking for support, she can continue her journey whenever he's called away. "How about you?" She returns the question as her eyes scan over him though refuse to meet his eyes. He's in better shape then she is, but he's still wounded from his own spar. Still he's very appealing while nursing his own crippled body. So there is something that can still distract her.

Only the way that Jeran speaks the name that Vy's claimed herself sounds so calming. It's suppose to be her fighter name, the thing that keeps her away from that ugly word her retard mother titled her. The ego she stands behind. But hearing it from Jeran's mouth is so different, relaxing in a way. He settles with her claim of being fine and luckily doesn't offer the much needed support. As helpful as it'd be right now, it sounds more painful then her actual knee to accept it from him. The weak smile fades as she feels a sense of disappointment behind his words of suit yourself. There's a weird mix of wanting him to care and wanting him to leave all at the same time.

Even after he's sparred with someone and claims they have knuckles or iron, he's grateful to be matched with Tyren and having a good competitor. Of course his mind's not towards getting revenge, or anger over doing not doing better. Apparently he even takes Vy's sarcastic great seriously as he announces that she did better then him. At least he's able to stand on his own two feet, even if he is hurting he's doing a lot better. A pathetic chuckle escapes her at the thought and she shakes her head slightly.

"Thankfully I think I only had to go through one spar, thanks for the tip though." Vy doesn't even want to consider having to fight anyone any time soon. That can most certainly wait as much as it's her favorite sport.

So apparently everyone was given a little set as Jeran shares his experience of fighting in a storm. That actually sounds a lot better then her environment, a little refreshing. "A burning building." She shares the memory making her exhale a heavy sigh. Least now she's able to control her breathing, where as Matthew must be hurting from that elbow to the ribs. Her responses are short though as the pains only spiraling with her lack of sitting down. As much as she loves Jeran's company she wants nothing more then for him to leave her like Matthew did.

Of course it's not the easy though because Jeran request company to the medic room. Vy bites down on her inner cheek as she considers a way to get out of this. There is none though. They're both heading to the same place, and even if she manages a good excuse it'll only be awkward when she shows up fifteen minutes after him. "Why not." She agrees in a soft tone as she pushes against the wall to pull herself up. Now to look like a big fool, as if her day can't get any better. With the wall as her support she decides to get a head start since she's going to be at least twice as slow. Every fail of a half step brings a low growl as she resists the urge to scream or request for help.

"You're telling me." Vy replies to Jeran's comment of the burning building being hot. Still she's dredged in sweat, and the reminder of the lack of oxygen towards the end brings a sting to her lungs. At least she's finally out of there, crippled and all.

There's a nice distraction as Jeran talks about his eventful time within his spar. Rain and lightening, so his fight wasn't just a nice cool down. Somehow a shock even filled them during it, though he of course claims that it wasn't painful. He relates it to an intense ten minute workout. Either he's relatively lucky or is playing it real cool. Still his words are relaxed and a little humorous as he explains it, taking Vy away from her problems for just a split second as she pictures him fighting in the rain. As much as she'd love to comment back and have him talking longer, she's unable to bring herself around to it as the silence brings back all of the pain.

Once again the offer of help is presented to her as she struggles at only the first couple of steps. There's no need to fight it anymore. Why does he have to be so damn sweet? What's more upsetting is her need to seem all tough in front of him even though he's one of the rare kind ones. He's as observant as usual and has a wicked memory as he rhetorically questions that her sparring partner messed with her broken knee. With another heavy sigh she gives into the much needed help and leans part of her body weight against Jeran. He feels as strong as he looks....no time to think of that though.

"Yeah, they got in a nice kick." Vy answers ironically. There's no doubt that she's completely grateful for the help as much as her ego's telling her to resist it. "Matthew." She doesn't even bother with denying the truth anymore as they begin to stumble to the medic room.

"I was expecting you two to be coming a lot sooner." The female nurse jokes as she greets them, automatically directing them to the beds as it's clear that the blond can hardly stand. "I see why it toke so long..." She comments as she offers to help Vy from the other side. "The doctor will be with you guys in a second." She informs after getting the female settled on one of the beds.

It's difficult to tell who's more wet as funny as that sounds. Jeran's soaked from the rain they stimulated, and Vy's covered is sweat from the massive heat. At least neither of them have the bother to care as they begin to stumble down the hall together. "You can say that again." She mumbles back to Jeran's comment on a kick to her broken knee being rough. Times that by a hundred and he's right on point.

The mention of Matthew causing this clearly upset Jeran as he goes as far as stopping them in their tracks at the news. Wanting nothing more to get all this over with and get to the medic is overwhelming, but the energy to object to anything is gone. At least his grip tightens around Vy as she's certain staying upon her feet's not going to last much longer. He questions if she left him to something to remember her by, and as much as she'd like to think so she's doubtful. Yeah she got in a few good hits, but nothing compared to his last damage. He's probably soaking up his glory right now. "Yeah..." She doesn't even try to convince him anymore as her voice is filled with disappointment.

Surprisingly it's Jeran that cracks out a joke to the nurse that was waiting for their arrival. Even if it towards calling Vy crazy a weak laugh escapes her as she gives an awkward grin to the lady. Whatever, they're finally here. She gratefully sinks into the all too familiar bed as they're told that a doctor will be with them shortly. Yet another joke escapes as Jeran claims that Tyren also has feet of iron as well. Desperate for a laugh she lets a light one escape her though it's more on the lines of a sigh.

"I'm sure you have fists of iron as well?" Vy questions, feeling slightly guilty for her lack of asking him any questions over how his fight went. It's hard to consider anything aside from her badly damaged knee though. Certainly he understands. "Get in any good hit?" It's a nice distraction anyways.

More quickly then expected the doctor arrives and automatically goes to the patient closest to hi, Jeran. Or maybe he just wanted to get out the one, that's clearly going to be less work, first. Still Jeran's pain doesn't take away the fact that he's a gentleman and he directs the doctor over the Vy first. As kind as it is she's always on the side of getting him out first, with no desire of having him hear and see her in anymore pain then he already has.

"Lets see what we've got." The Doctor attempts at lightening the mood as her rolls up the pant leg of the clearly injured leg. "You made it all the way here with only one person helping you?" He questions in shock as he turns his head over to Jeran, being informed by the nurse that he so kindly escorted her here. "You've seemed to of pulled your knee out of place." He informs as he brings his eyes back over to the female. A long examination isn't even needed to tell.

"It's going to take a little to have the proper painkillers sent over, just relax till then." With getting her shoulder knocked out of place before she knows very well what she's in for. It's painful to say the least, but they give nice drugs to ease it. Of course the same drugs also come along with the side effects of alcohol. With no desire to wait or risk spilling out something stupid, she'd rather just get it over with. It's no damn surgery, he just needs to pull it back into place.

"No." Vy objects before the doctor has a chance to get to the next patient. "Just pull it back into place." She tries to demand though her voice is far from the intimidation it usually holds.

"Are you sure?" The doctor questions, unsure of why someone would want to go through such pain. Still it's the patient's choice. With a nodding head of approval, he sighs and decides to go with it even if it doesn't sound smart. His head turns over to the guy sitting in the bed beside her. "Come help Son, you'll do a better job at making sure she doesn't budge then the nurse." He gestures his head for Jeran to come over.

Unexpectedly the refusal to wait for painkillers and to just get it over with gets a small compliment from Jeran. Well maybe it wasn't actually given that way, but in Vy's mind it sort of is. There's no desire to be seen as a hero, only to get this pain over with as ironic as they may sound. "Yank the bandaid off right?" She uses an analogy to explain her reasoning. To sit here this extreme discomfort sounds less pleasant then simply getting the pain all out in one bang. Who knows how long she'll be able to put up her silly front before her knee becomes too overbearing.

As the nurse returns back to their side Vy leans back to avert her eyes else where. Perfect, nice and quick, because she doesn't even desire to see how it currently looks underneath her baggy uniform pants. It's never that easy though, and apparently todays all about embarrassment for her. With the concern of the nurse being unable to hold Vy down the doctor ask for the assistances of Jeran. Immediately her heart sinks due to the fact he's already helped enough! Most females would love to get so much support from such an attractive guy, but for Vy it's only humiliating.

"Well, this is a little awkward." Jeran shares, though Vy's too consumed by the pain to look over to study what the help actually is. A set on hands secure her leg a bit above her knee and she quickly realizes what he's talking about. Even with her pants covering that part, the touch brings the most redness to her face then she's ever had. Automatically her face turns away as she always hides away any sort of emotion aside from anger. Now she wishes that she would of waited. She's unable to ever pull out a witty remark as she wishes for this to all be over with already.

All of the embarrassment slips out the door as the Doctor gives a brutal yank to her leg. Without even realization Vy's hand grips around one of Jeran's as he holds her leg in place. Holding back a scream isn't even possible this time as she finally allows the pain to escape her mouth. Everything's foggy for a second but she quickly pulls back her hand and returns her face to common cold stature. "Sorry." She finds now a good time to actually apologize for something. Is there another way to add to the embarrassment? Because clearly when it rains it pours

"You okay?" Jeran actually questions as soon as Vy begins fading from the initial pain. How is it that he's able to stay so calm and sweet through everything? The awkward tension, the weakness, he doesn't even laugh at her. Concern just remains within his voice, as if he just generally cares. Surprisingly that small question even pulls her away from the lightning racing through her bones currently. Why is his voice so appealing, and why is she just now learning this through wishing he'd continue to talk. He's the only one aside from Brooklyn that's ever managed to fully distract her from this amount of pain, and he doesn't even need to act all cute and little.

"Yeah." She somehow manages an answer, though it's only out of pure hopes that it'll make him continue talking. Instead the pain consumes her once again though, and she's not even able to completely rid it from her voice. At least it's finally over with for the most part, even though Jeran has yet to release his grip on her leg. It's just then that Vy realizes his complete success in making sure her leg didn't move a tad. Sweet and strong now that's just about the oddest and attractive combination. And a larger blush begins to occupy her cheeks. Any more way to give her more to be embarrassed over?

"Thanks." Vy gives in a very hushed voice, wanting nothing more then to fade into the examination bed and disappear from it all. Of course he expresses understanding as he finally lets go of her leg. He's probably just a better person then her in every way. As if today hasn't been hard enough though the one distraction she has returns over to his own bed, probably needing to tend to his own wounds. Don't be selfish Vy. She bites down on her inner cheek, unsure if it's to subside the pain or resist the urge to see what Jeran's doing after only just a second of him being beside her.

Icepacks are handed over to wrap up the very pissed off knee, and it's the sudden overwhelming cold that's filling in as the new distraction. "You need to try to stay off of your leg as much as you can for a week or two." The Doctor informs though he knows very well that's impossible to achieve in this place. If anything a break creates harsher Commanders as they use it as a test to push how far they're willing to go to be a peacekeeper.

"Will do Doc." Vy hardly pays attentions as she's distracted by Jeran balancing off and away on his crutches, with the nurse none the less. Why she cares, she's unsure but hates the fact. Mind out of the gutter, he can do whatever the hell he wants. She's unable to deny that her eyes are constantly returning to that damn door every few seconds, waiting, wondering.

"Vy, you doing alright now?" Jeran returns quite quickly and immediately questions how Vy's feeling. Why does he have to be such a gentleman? It's not right, especially not here. Plus it's making it difficult for Vy to keep up as the person who cares about no one and only allows sarcastic comments to escape. She'll have to work on not changing because of his kindness at another time though.

"Great." She answers sarcastically, hating the fact that she's incapable of being serious at times. At least her sweet distraction has returned though. If only she can keep him talking for a little. "Get your diagnosis yet?" She asks and actually brings a small grin to her face as she's finally able to deal with the amount of pain going through her leg. Curiosity over what happened with that nurse is sort of going crazy as well. Cute little healer, perfect for the strong gentlemen. Damn it Vy, get your mind back into being a peacekeeper! His love life is none of her business.

For some reason just looking at the nurse is making her heated, though those emotions she's a pro at keeping and hiding. "I still have some soda left from the other day, I heard it makes for the perfect painkiller..." Vy offers to Jeran with a silly grin. The perfect way to rid of her pain, get out of this stupid place and...well why she invited Jeran instead of just up and leaving, she's not sure. Those looks that the nurse keeps giving him just pulls out a new side of her. By all means the innocent healer holds all the looks and can probably have him in a second, especially over Vy. Not that she cares...She randomly shakes her head as to rid of these annoying thoughts, her eyes returning back over to Jeran for his answer.