<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">The twins held each others hands. It was obvious they were close. They wanted sandwiches and said so.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Myxi looks at her and nodded her head. "yes." She says softly and shyly. She never spoke loudly. Even when she was angry, which rarely happened, she never spoke louder than she was speaking now. She gasps and looks at the glowing purple butterfly of light. Her eyes wide and sparkling. She loved butterflies. When it landed on her daddies hip she poked it lightly. Picking it up and kisses the top of its head carefully. Giggling cutely. Looking at her and blinks. Frowning a bit. Shaking her head. "Daddy can't eat much. His body can't handle it anymore. He tries to. He didn't mean to get food sicky." She says softly. She knew her daddy hadn't meant to get like he was. Anorexic. She didn't even know that is what it was called. Taking a sandwich. She didn't answer about when they last ate.  She would let Luka do it. She wasn't much of a talker.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Luka looks at her skeptically. Blinking. "Thats cool...I guess." He watched the man come in and tried to sit protectively...sorta in front of...his sister. Not that he could do much against a grown man but his daddy raised him to protect not hurt women. His sister was a female therefore she counted....he thinks. He looks at the doctor. Sticking his tongue out at him as did his sister. He thinks. "We ate yesterday between lunch and dinner time. Daddy ran out of money." He says softly. "Myxi has to have insulin two to three times a day." He added</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">The twins were surprisingly very healthy and fit. Nothing wrong with them and they didn't even have any signs of illness.</span></span><br/><br/>Jason cries out in his sleep. Starting to thrash around. His body jerking like someone was kicking or hitting it. Pained sounds escaping his lips. Fearful sounds. Mumblings that at first would make no sense. "No. Stop. Sherry. Stop. Ow. I won't...let you. Ugh...ow." He says. His body jerked as if someone was beating the shit out of him. "Please. Just. Stop." He begs. Tears starting to trail down his cheeks. "They are precious." He protests. Crying out as if someone just bitch slapped him. He just curles into a defensive ball. "Stop. My heart. No. Please. Ow." He says. Clearly having a nightmare which his powers were making him feel. He had a hazy purplish pink aura surrounding him. It lashed and licked at the air like it was a building fire. He cries out. "I won't let you hurt them!" He thrashed and fell onto the ground. "They are my babies....I don't care. You can hurt me but you won't touch them." He says. Holding a conversation with his mental adversary. He cries out and jolted away. Sweat beading him as his blind eyes glowed lavender beneath the blindfold before it fades away. The bruises, scratches, and cuts riddling his body had momentarily glowed with power. Showing just how injured and abused this man was. He was shaking. "Just a dream...no a nightmare. It was just a nightmare. She hasn't found us again...she hasn't." He says in a fearful and trembling voice. Wincing as he forced himself up. A hand on chest trying to still his racing heart. He pulled himself onto the bed. Shaking hard. "Who is there?" He calls out.