Lost & Delirious [Cameo/Marree]

Jeran's mission is far from over. It is clear by the way he moves with his hands clenched at his sides. The perplexed frown on his face. Not more than a few hours ago, he had no worries in the world except being up in his room with Vy, acting out just a normal fantasy and participating in something that is forbidden for their futures. All of that has suddenly changed with the arrest of his father and hospitalization of his sister. The people that are depending on him to suddenly make all these decisions are what's keeping him going at this point. Except one thing is bugging him and that's where Vy comes in to meet with the equation. She's become more to him in several different ways then just a fellow cadet. Almost to the point of being a close... something. Friend? Love interest?

Her figure suddenly appears through the door of the hospital, just beyond the waiting room that he was going for expecting her to already be sitting in. Confusion appears on his face when she has Brooklyn on her hip and a tiny smile appears seeing the young girl.

"Nothing much more. They've checked her over. Checked her forehead that O'rourke had patched up on her and they've put ice packs on the bump located on the back of her head. She's kinda out of it. They've got her on a monitor for the baby." The word tastes awfully weird to be bouncing off his tongue. The word 'baby' making him stop in his tracks and halt any more breaths. A shake of his head shows just how much he's almost wanting to deny that this is even possible.

With Brooklyn on her hip, he automatically reaches a hand out, rubbing the top of her head, making a few peices of hair get dislodged from their original placing. The giggle that follows as a direct result from Vy has Jeran looking at the child with deep thought. Obviously, the thought of his sister having a baby is just as foreign to him then having his father suddenly taken away. The responsibilities are all his and his alone. There was no way in hell he was ready for this.

"It's fine, Vy. Brooklyn's welcome. She's your family." He tells her when the shirt on her shoulder gets transferred to his in the blink of an eye. It never even donned on him that she even was wearing it, but his fingers reach for it quickly. "Thanks for the shirt. It'll come in handy when I can change out of this suit. I'm going to be staying the night here with Kya. So... I'll have to get more comfortable... guess I'm not getting my other one back?" His voice is calm, and clear. Hardly any emotion in it whatsoever as his fingers gently tug on the bottom of the shirt that she's wearing. It's his and he knows it, but refusing to ask for it back. "Keep it."

An eery silence befalls upon Jeran as he watches her face. Watches her lip tuck inward to her teeth and stay there in the form of trying to keep from saying anything else. His eyes take her in. Watching her and studying her, they somehow manage to start walking toward Kya's room. With small, awkward glances, he keeps stealing looks at her and Brooklyn. Even passing the nurse's station has him occupied by the woman beside. They stop just at the door when a nurse exits and clearly, by the shocked look on her face, she nods to him.

"Sir, Kyanite is asking for you before they do any to her. Refusing any procedure to be done. We can't do anything without your presence." She folds her fingers together and waits for an answer.

"Vy. Would you mind? Give me one second." And he simply disappears into the room for a few minutes. Voices inside appear and an upset voice from the sister is heard as her voice goes to a loud whisper then disappearing a moment later. The doctor's voice though, is constant at a clear, audible tone.

"Kyanite, I'll send Vy in to be with you while they do it, okay? I know you don't want me to be in here. She's just outside the room. Let me grab her, alright?" A clear 'Mhm' is heard as Jeran walks out again and comes face to face with Vy and Brooklyn. "Vy. Kyanite needs you to be with her. They are going to do an exam and stuff... and yeah. I don't think I can be in there. I'm her brother... you know? Legal guardian, yes.. but brother first. I can watch your sister? Do me this favor? I know it's too much to ask of you..."

Jeran's reappearace outside of Kyanite's room is greeted once again with the blonde holding her little sister. His expression is somewhat grim due to the fact about the exam that they will be doing on Kyanite. If she were older, it wouldn't be such a big deal, but considering her age and the nature of the exam, his respectful place as brother is just not needed in that situation. Unexpectedly, he volunteers the blond to the job, offering to take the babysitting duties off of her long enough for her to do what he was suppose to be doing. If she refused, he would be screwed. With that thought in mind, he does give her the best voice and facial expression that he can to try to convince her to assist the one in need.

"No, it's not at all. But umm..." Jeran tilts his head slightly waiting for what's to come when she suddenly just hands her sister off into his arms. Immediately, he pushes Brooklyn to his hip, just as he saw her do in the same fashion. The child's hands automatically reach up to touch his nose for some reason, making him move his face away to avoid the fingers of the curious girl.

"If she needs anything it's in her bag. Just set her down and she'll find whatever she's crying for." He nods, soaking up the information like a sponge. With the information, next comes the bag in question as she uses her head to direct his sight to the item that has the child's things in it. With a returning gaze, he nods yet again, with a simple 'Mhm' to go along with it in agreement. The only thing is, a restriction to the child comes next and that's something about the cookies. No matter how bad the tantrum is he is given explicite instructions not to give in to the child's wants for the sweet treat.

"Seems reasonable. Thank you, Vy. I appriciate you doing this for me." He tells her and as Brooklyn once against bops his nose with her palm, Vy is gone in an instant, leaving him with a two year old girl in his arms and a nurse at the station staring at him. He can only think, at that moment, that it would be weird to see a peacekeeper holding a child in a hospital.

"Hey, Miss Brooklyn. Sissy went to go see Kyanite. Wanna go play in the waiting room?" He puts on the best childish voice he can, while still being his usual dull tone in the process. A confused Brooklyn looks at him, then nods and points down the hallway.

"Go play." Brooklyn's voice chimes out, as well as a clap when Jeran bends down to pick up the bag and walk down the hallway toward the waiting room. Before he gets much further, her hand once again touches his nose, but with a simple grasp she tries to turn his head toward her. "Who you?"

"Umm. I'm Jeren?" He tells her, with a dull reply. Children have never been in his life, and it's obvious to the way he's dealing with the curly blond girl in his arms. Soon enough, the trip to the waiting room is done and both him and Brooklyn sit down in seperate chairs.

"Ball! I want ball, find ball Jewen." And the fun begins as he starts his search into the bag of child related things for the item that his new little charge is wanting.

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"I don't care. I want Jeran in here. He's suppose to be here when you do anything... I don't want to do anything till he gets back." I try to tell the nurse as she explains about the exam they are going to do. So much of this stuff that they are saying is more or less a foreign language to me. All these tests for the little sprout within my stomach. It's confusing me, scaring me to no end. To top it off, the medicine they gave me for my head just isn't cutting it. That's when the nurse leaves, excusing herself from my bedside to let me suffer in silence with a hand going back to pinch the bridge of my nose. My chest heaves up and down from upset.

"Kyanite... what's wrong?" I hear from the door and as my eyes make contact with my brother, I feel so much relief flooding over me as he comes over to sit beside my legs. His gaze falls upon me as the doctor soon follows through the door, making his voice clear as he introduces himself to me. I give a polite nod.



"Mr. Ruze, the exam is just what we do when there might be an expected placental abruption from the fall. Since she's not experiencing any pain or discomfort, it's safe to say that it might not even be a possibility. We're just going to do an ultrasound and an exam since she's not had one. Normal procedure." He tells Jeran. The look on his face is that of embarrassment. I know he don't want to be in here when they do that and for my own sake, I don't either, but who else will be here? He has to be in here for the fact that I am underage. Though, he explains that Vy is outside and my lips automatically take a dramatic turn.

"Mhm!" I practically beg him with that simple noise, but mostly with my eyes. He gets thehint though, and walks out the room. Waiting on Vy to come in has me on pins and needles as the doctor sets up a few things. Then sure enough, Vy's appearance is there.

"Kinda." Is all I get out before Vy makes her own assumption to the way I'm feeling. She's spot on too cause the medicine they gave me wouldn't knock out the smallest bit of pain from a tiny papercut. At least, that's the way it feels to me. What I would give to have some of that morphling that I've been given in my career days. It would make this headache more bearable. Though, the situation coming up is more fearful than painful, I'm sure.

"Aww. Whose taking care of her then? Is your mom here?" I ask, regretable to think that she's here as well. That's the last thing I need is her mother's attitude if she came in here. I can only imagine the insults she might give me. "When this is over, I want to see her, Vy. Okay?" I ask.

The next thing out of her mouth is a question about the upcoming exam they are going to do. With a snarl, I prepare to give my thoughts on it. "The worst kind? I guess. Said something about an ultrasound then another kind of exam or something. I'm not sure. I don't know what it is they are really talking about." I tell her. The doctor holds up this device plugged into the monitor and shows the gel. He explains a bit about what he's going to do, so I look to Vy and shrug. "So, just a stomach massage? Sounds interesting..."

The lights dim just a little as the device is placed on my stomach and sure enough, the screen starts to display the scene going on. The sound of the heartbeat so evident in my ears. It is so tiny and fast. "Sounds like waves from the ocean..." I look to Vy. "Did it look like that for Brooklyn?" I question her as I get a full look at the small object on the screen. "Vy... look!"

It might have been stupid asking about Brittany, but I'm glad when she confirms with me that she's not here. What surprises me though, is that she's passed Brooklyn off to my brother which actually brings the faintest look of amazement to the light. "Jeran?" I can't help but bring his name into the mix. He's never been around kids. The only time that ever happened was with me when I was little, but as of late?

Things change subjects when the doctor arrives. Information is shared about the procedures and things that are going to go on, but the doctor failed to mention anything about the cold gel that Vy was fortunate enough to tell me about. I was still not prepared for the intensity of the cold but after a moment, it seemed to lighten up just a little bit and warm up to my temperature as the stuff is smeared around my stomach and the pictures arrive to the monitor in front of mine and Vy's eyes. The static filled screen with a dark hole in the middle is occupied by a little something. Just a tiny little thing that resembles a bean and for a moment, my calling it 'sprout' seems to stick even more into my head.

For reasons that I can't really put into words, seeing that minicule little thing on the monitor is enough that I feel almost speechless. The pregnancy tests are one thing, but to see and to hear that it's all true and right there in front of me, is overwhelming. Completely exciting in some ways, yet totally fearful in others. This little Sprout is real. I can't believe that very soon, I'll become someone's mother. A little baby to hold and kiss. Someone to protect from the outside forces.

A question goes to Vy about having the same reactions to Brooklyn but apparetnly, her daughter is good at playing hide and seek whereas mine is just willing to be known to all. A hand goes to cover my mouth as I try to conceal the smile on my face and unknowingly, tears have puddled and blurred my vision. A quick wipe has my vision returning to clarity to keep watching my tiny little baby on the screen.

"Gonna take some pictures Doc?" Vy suddenly bursts out with to the doctor and my eyes shoot wide for a moment. Pictures? You mean, there can be something I can send to Matthew? Even if he's not here... and I don't know why. Maybe, he's being detained or something. Maybe he's being forced to stay away. I wish he was here, too. I perk up a bit, and wipe away yet another tear of amazement.

"Can I get a picture, doctor? You can do that?" I lay my head back as the doctor starts pushing around a few button and lines are measuring the tiny fetus. "What are you doing?"

He takes two more clicks before pulling the machine away from my stomach, and wiping up the mess left behind by the gel. Already, I'm missing that sound of the heartbeat he was telling me about. The visual is gone leaving me wanting more. So, with a saddened heart, I place my hand back on my stomach, just above the monitor strapped to my stomach and sigh. I feel alone and surprisingly in shock.

"I was just measuring to see about how far along you are. With the date of your last cycle and the measurements, it would seem your roughly seven or eight weeks. Everything looks healthy. Good heart rhythm. Heartrate was one fourty-four. I'd say your little tumble didn't bother your baby at all. Must be a tough little mommy. I'll go get those two print outs and I'll be right back to finish up the exam, alright, Miss Ruze?" He tells me everything and the information just seems so real now. I got to hear the heartbeat. See that little thing jump around. I know how far along I am and everything.

The moment the doctor steps out of the room, a flood of tears seem to want to arrise for no reason and I pull on Vy's arm. I sit up in the process and wrap my arms around her neck, burrying my face into her shoulder. I can't think of how long I stay like that. The gentle hug from her making this all seem so much better, but in a way, there's something pulling on me too. I want Matthew to be here to enjoy this. I want Matthew to be part of this, and I know that after tonight, he won't.

I pull away from the hug, me and my blubbering self and drop my head into my hands for a moment. The pounding significantly more intense with the tears, but I could care less right now. "Vy... will you take Matthew one of the pictures? Please? I don't care why he's not here, but... he deserves the picture. Will you give it to him?" My heart pours out to the blonde that's closer to me then ever before.

I used to be a hardcore career, but now? I've been reduced to a crying mess. Though, under the circumstances, I'm glad I've finally realized where I'm going in life and that I dont need the attention of others to keep myself entertained and up to par. Right now, I've got something way bigger than what the capital can give me.

A little one of my own that is more important.

With my arms around Vy, I succumb to my feelings. I succumb to much more than that especially when the doctor declares that he'll have pictures for me and my automatic thought is to give one to Vy. I didn't even put two and two together that it might have been Vy's reasoning for asking the entire time, but for him to have something like that? Well, it's perfect. When I pull away from the hug, Vy don't try to hold me longer, nor did she try to pull out of it. She let me take my worries and fears out on her shoulder. She let me spill the tears overflowing from my eyes. Emotions from every corner of my heart is open. Exposed.

"Thank you." I tell her for saying something about the pictures that the doctor will take of my little sprout. I watch that small, smile on Vy's face. It's not genuine, so what is that miniscule smile for? Does she feel sorry for me? Does she have sympathy for me now that I'm in the same situation as her? A single mother to a fatherless child as soon as the capital gets wind of the news? Will I forever be stuck like this?

"Scoot down, a massage will hellp your headache." She offers to help me with what the doctors can't. Medicines aren't available for someone whose carrying a child. Which makes this situation even worse and more scary. The whole reason for my not being able to go home right now. I have to be monitored... correction, my baby has to be monitored for any complications after that ordeal. So many reasons for this damn hospital stay. I hate it. I want to go home, but it's their rules. It's Jeran's rules now. My legal guardian now.

"Okay..." I say while I move my body down a little and just let Vy do what she wants. I'm in no mood or shape to argue adn the massage does sound good. It sounds relaxing, which is something I want to do so bad. If she can get this headache to go away or lessen, even in the slightest, I'd hug her again.

"He wanted me to tell you that he's sorry, and that he loves you." I wish I could hear him say that. I want to be able to see his lips move to those words. Though, I only saw his lips move when I got escorted out of my house on the stretcher. That's hardly enough. He stayed there. He didn't try to come after me. He didn't try to fight to be with me. What happened?

Her fingers move on my neck, moving in gentle circles around some parts that hurt. Some lines of nerves that are tight and throbbing, causing the pain in my head to accentuate it. I can't help but close my eyes, and brace myself against my legs, letting the chilling sensations run down my spine. It feels wonderful. Absolutely relieving. "I don't know how you do it, Vy, but it feels so good." I groan slightly when she hits a soft spot and I tense up, but relax a moment later.

"I hope it does... but I fear that me and Matthew are over... there's no other way around it. I tried to tell him he can't have two lives... he needed to choose." I take a deep breath and pull slightly away from Vy for a moment. "I see which way he's finally decided. His choise or not. I don't think he has one anymore. My baby will never have the father that she deserves. Little sprout is going to have just me. No grandmother. No grandfather. Just me and Sprout." I put my head back into my hands again and give a slight groan.

"Alright, Ms. Ruze, I have those pictures for you. We're going to keep you overnight. I'm sure your brother told you that. We're just going to monitor your condition and your baby. The other exam we can make an appointment to do in a few weeks. For now, I want you to rest. You're a lucky girl." He tells me. Just like that, he walks in, and walks out without even addressing Vy.

"He's nice." I state and lean back into Vy just a little. "I swear. That massage helped. I just don't understand why they can't dope me up. Why are there so many rules with medication? If I want it, can't I just have it?" I look up to her. My eyes pleading with her for answers. I place my hand to my stomach, above the monitor and press gently. "I want to hear it again. I want to hear my baby's heart again. What a tease."

"Well. You'll always have your brother, and me." Suddenly, what she says didn't really come into play. I was merely worried about what I wouldn't have. What my baby wouldn't have. His or her only chance to have a grandfather is gone. The chance to have a father the same and at least Sprout will have a guardian angel to look over them. My mother will protect my baby, and so far, she has. I drop my head to the fact that Vy had to call me out on my pity party. I'm entitled to it though, right? So far, things havn't gone the way they need to.

The massage has stopped the moment the doctor left the room. It helped in every way possible, and I couldn't have appriciated it more from her. It was nice for Vy to do that for me and she takes her rightful place not far from the bed. With the tension somewhat relieved, I lean back, taking full advantage of the bed to stretch outward and relax what was just given the massage. A greatful moan comes next when my eyes close and a heavy breath comes next. That's when I complain about the medicines not being given to me. I'm used to being a career and given painkillers for pain but with the little growing being inside my tummy, I'm deprived.

"Don't want a morphling baby on your hands."

"Right... but still..." I groan, but stop a moment later. That feeling that ran through my body when I first head my baby's heartbeat seems to have been nothing but a dream and I express it verbally to Vy. I want to hear it again, and she seems to know what I'm feeling.

"Of course, Sprout will be loved." Is all I get out to that sweet comment from Vy. With fingers tickling my stomach, slowly my eyes droop and open just the same. A light pounding of my head only threatens to keep me awake. Vy excuses herself from the room to go get Jeran, whose evidently babysitting little Brooklyn. "You better hurry. He's never babysat a child before. Hopefully, he's not lost her by now."

The moment she disappears out the door, I let out a small chuckle. "Vy... I can't beleive you trusted him with your own kid." I whisper out as I lay my hand flat on my stomach.

"Mommy loves you, little sprout." A smile comes across my lips and I pull the blanket up to cover my stomach.
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"She's not mine. She belongs to my friend, it's just her sister." Words suddenly errupt from the male whose dressed in full clad, white uniform. A pair of men, waiting with purses beside their person, stare at Jeran, curiosity within their eyes and whispers to go along with it. Their mouths suddenly stop moving when Jeran addresses them personally with a glare to go along with it.

"Alright, Brooklyn, why don't you come sit by me?" He questions the little girl, whose hands keep throwing a ball toward him and each time, he throws it back without success of the little girl catching it. A gentle grin appears slowly each time the little girl goes to race after the ball. Tiny giggles that errupt into full-on laughter soon follows when the ball gets stuck in between chairs.

"Stuck. Jewen. Get ball, pwease?" The two men snicker once again, their whispers lower than before as they watch Jeran. Clearing his throat, he stands to walk over to where Brooklyn is sitting on the ground, her arms too short to reach for the toy that's gotten her in a bind. Only moments later, the ball is within in his grasp and the child claps her hands in responce. "Good, Jewen! Good! Throw ball!"

With a shake of his head, he only hands the ball off and just like that, the excitement suddenly has the ball shooting out the door to the hallway and the little girl disappears along with it. "Brooklyn!"

Fear envelopes his features as he's torn on getting the bag or going after the child that's suddenly disappeared through the door.

"Hurry up, man. Run!" One of the darker skinned men call after him, a chuckle following his snard remark. With one quick swipe of the bag that Vy had given him, he ducks out of the waiting room and follows the giggles of the child. Sure enough, her little legs hadn't got her that far, but each time the little curly haired blonde would bend down, her foot would kick the ball even further.

"Brooklyn! Wait, please!" His voice carries out as he race toward the little girl, whose giggles sound like nothing but music to his ears. Suddenly, the lightbulb goes on over his head that he might be helping his sister one day like this. A child to watch over and to hold. After all, it would end up just being him to help her as Matthew seems to be in quite a predicament.

"Ball! Stop!" Her desperate please come out as the ball finally stops in a corner and her tiny fingers grasp on to the rubber ball. Just at that moment, JEran's hands and arms wrap around the child, hoisting her up into his arms just about the time that he turns around to come face to face with Vy. Instantly, like a child caught red handed and in trouble, he passes on a pitiful grin.

"She ran. I followed." He persuades her. "Glad I've got training in catching suspects and criminals... not saying that Brooklyn is a criminal?" His mouth shuts as he holds her on his hip and waits for Vy to say something, though something catches his attention first. "Is Kyanite, okay? Why aren't you in with her still? Are they done?"

With the toddler on his hip, her mother in front of him, and the fact that the uneasy look on his face tells all, Jeran is sure that Vy won't trust him again with her sister. That was the last thing on his mind was losing her blood relative but taking off after a two year old in a peacekeeper uniform probably looked ridiculous. Still, he easily hands over the child when she leans over to get ahold of her sister. Afterall, she is something that she's used to and this is only the second time he's ever talked to her, let alone watched.

After a few small chuckles from Vy, Brooklyn is comfortably back where she belongs. A relaxed grin appears over Jeran's features being released of the charge he aquired. Questions of Ky arise next when he realizes that she is no longer with his sister. With good news, a light sigh comes out and his hand returns to his head, to rub his head and ruffle the dark hair the Ruze's are famous for. "Brooklyn, I think, is anxious to see her as well." He states for just a bit of humor.

"No. She was fairly easy to watch. Didn't know kids were so... full of energy? Guess, I'll get used to it... being an uncle soon?" His expression changes slightly thinking about what that's going to do to him, being in control of Ky's well being for the next few months and the thought of her having a baby now. With Vy setting the pace back to Kyanite's room, he stays just half a step behind her and watches the child in her hands. His mind being preoccupied with thoughts until Brooklyn's feirce voice takes him back to where he is currently at.

The ball that was in her hands, suddenly flies by his head and bounces off the nearest wall. With reflexes, he grabs the ball before it can roll out of the room and he stands nearby the door as if he was security for the three inside. His eyes scanning the room and his sister's face when the little girl climbs on the bed, and being gentle, gives her a hug.

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From the moment that Vy left the room, I am left in a room of pure silence and bliss. Two things that make me feel stressed and happy at the same time. The tests were one thing to say that the little baby was growing, but hearing the heart and seeing the little thing on the screen was more then I ever expected. I know the baby is real. I know that I'm going to end up being someone's mom. I'm going to be just like Vy is and hopefully, I'll meet the same standards that she does.

"Kyky!" I hear and suddenly I turn my gaze to the door as Vy and Jeran come in with the little girl on her hip. My smile raises up so fast and quick and I bring my hand out to wave to her.

"Hi my Brookie! How are you?" I ask her as Vy puts her down and slowly but surely, the child climbs onto the bed and a vision of dejavu raises. The first time I saw Brooklyn was in a hospital bed. Now, we're doing this all over again, although, it's under different circumstances.

"Be gentle, Brookie." With the instructions, Brooklyn's tiny arms wrap around my neck and for a moment, my fingers touch the childs back and I hug her back gently. It don't last long as she pulls from my grasp to show me something on her hands and point to each finger.

"I see. Fingers. One. Two. Three. Four. Five." I count each one as I point from her pinky to her thumb. She claps and I look over to Jeran, giving him a happy grin. "Baby's fine, Jeran. All healthy. Brookie, did you hear? You are going to be a big sister. Kyky is going to have a baby for you to play with." I tell her as I point to my stomach for her to see. I'm sure that Vy has never had any kind of talks with her about a baby, but I'm sure she's played with dolls. "Thanks for bringing Brooklyn, Vy."

Just then, Jeran comes over from the door finally. His eyes on my face then they gravitate toward my stomach. I can tell there are so many questions that he wants to ask, but I'm not even sure if I have the answers. "So, can you feel it?"

"It's not an it, Jeran. It's a baby..." I tell him with a grin. "And right now, no. I guess it'll be further along before I can feel Sprout. It's still early. Vy? When did you feel Brooklyn?" Brooklyn suddenly comes close to my face and presses her nose against my own to get her to look at her.

"Kyky. Play wif me. Out of bed." I shake my head to the little girl, quickly kiss her on the nose and lean back against the pillow.

"Kyky has a boo-boo on her head. Do you want to lay with me?" I say and immediately the little tyke just shakes her head.

"No sweep."