<span style="font-style: italic">Myxi looks at her. Taking her hand and claiming Isa's. "Will they get along Isa-chan?" she asks shyly. Her voice soft and just barely above a whisper level. Looking at her hopefully. Then looks at the toys. Her eyes widening at all the toys. She takes the porcelin doll. "Why doesn't she have kids her own?" she asks cutely. Innocently as she didnt' know any better.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Luka looks around. Running around taking cars. "COOL!!!!!!!!!" he says. Driving it around in the air. Biting his lower lip and laughs. "VROOOM! VROOOM! VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!" he yells out happily. Looking around and making the dresser into an uphill ride for the car.</span><br/><br/>Jason listens to her. "You can't take them from me." he says stubbornly. "I won't lose them...I won't." he coughs harder. Blood trickling out between his fingers. And yet he wipes it quickly away with his other hand. The blood wiped up into a napkin. He listens to her talk. "School. Clothing. Food. Love. Unconditional love. Doctors. Medicine." he says. "Myxi is diabetic. She needs insoline. Luka has major adhd so a medication  to help that." he finally says. "I use all the money I get...providing Myxi with isoline and them with  food and clothing." he says. Pain in his voice. He looks at her. "I'm fine!" he suddenly shouts. A hand flying to his chest as he doubles over. His heart racing. His breathing labored and he was spitting up blood a tiny bit. "They aren't sick! I make sure they aren't sick! How dare------" he doubles over and hits the ground. Breathing much more labored. Yet he takes out a pill. And swallows it. "Last...one..." he gasps out. His breathing returning to normal.<br/><br/>And he drags himself into a chair. Holding his chest as he tries to play it off. "I'm fine. There is...nothing wrong with my babies. And if you don't care about me...even as a friend. Screw your physician. I ain't doing it." he says bluntly. "I don't need a fucked up shrink telling me what I already know. Damaged goods...doesn't deserve to be treated. She said that...all the time. Damaged goods...that is all I am. A good father but damaged goods." he says over and over again. In the voice of someone who was beaten and broken inside.