Look Alive. Stay Alive. (Cameo)

What is fear? How does one really react to it? Is it the heart thumping, blood pulsing sound in the ears and a sweat beading on the forehead? What about shaking palms and a nervous voice? Trembling words and clusmy hand eye coordination? For Jeran, it only irregular syptoms. Anger seemed to fuel him but also frustration and regret. His fear was keeping him going until the moment that he barged in through the door, demanding to know where his friend was and what was going on. He never even thought back to his sister or to Vy. All he knew was that Charlie was hurting and she needed him. Just like when they were younger, he needed to help and protect her.

"Hey..." The groggy voice made it to his ears as if she was screaming at him and knowing where she was just seemed to be instinct to where she'd be at in this place he'd never been. His eyes fall upon her still and bloody form and his head shakes violently in reaction. "I've missed your face."

A half grin suddenly appears and his demeanor changes slightly into a calmer tone as he voices out in a better way. "Yeah. Yours too..."

His gaze turns to Matthew who seemed to try to tell him to be quiet and not wake her, but how could he not wake her just to make sure she was alive. Then again, he didn't know that she'd be sleeping after that whole ordeal.

"You took your sweet time. Did you bring painkillers? She needs them. I've disinfected her back as good as I could but I only have a first aid kit in the house."

"Thank you, Dunham." He tells him and gives him a solid nod and grimaces when he really gets a look at her back even though it's covered with a blanket. He knows what's under that peice of cloth. He knows because he was standing nearest to the man who delivered each and ever crack from the whip. Why anyone would do something against the law to deserve that punishment is beyond him. Why can't people do what they are suppose to. Then again, he has to look at Matthew in a new light. He didn't do anything wrong. He protected his sister and quit the keepers for his sister. How do they treat him? With lashes... twice over then what Charlie just got. How did he survive? How did he cope?

"Matthew... I mean it. Thank you." He says once more and pulls the bag from his shoulder and sits it beside the couch and crouches to his knees where he places his hand against her cheek and smooths it out so he can try to take away the pain. "I'm so sorry Charlotte." Is all he can muster when an intense and deep burning starts to close up his throat.

As if it was second nature, he looks to Matthew with an intensity. "Can you get some water? Or anything to drink for her?" His thick hands go through the bag several times over looking for somethign inside and he peeks in several times before he pulls out a familiar light green bottle. Inside, herbs and pills are placed together and with a gentle shake, two pills fall out and he places one at Charlie's mouth. "Take this. It'll help with the pain. Make you sleep a little too, I'm afraid. I don't want to check your back until you've had something to numb the pain and take the edge off, ya know?"

Sorrow is full in his voice, characterized by the slow tone and how heavy those words seem to come out as if they were being forced out with weights. He swallows quickly twice, pushing back the urge to spill a tear or two and forces himself to cooperate with the standards of a man. "Charlie... you're going to be okay. Alright? I won't let anyone hurt you. I won't let anyone take you away from me again."

The child inside comes out so prominently. That child-like tone and irrational thought process makes it seem as though the world can f-it and nothing bad will ever happen to them again. "I've missed you, Charlotte. I didn't think I'd ever see you again."