<span style="font-weight: bold">Luka looks at her. Jumping up and down in hyper worry. He took her hand and looks for his daddy. "Daddy! Daddy wwwhhhhhhheeeeeeeere are you?" he calls out. Seeing his daddy and frowns. "Bad daddy. Your supposed to be in bed."</span><br/><br/>Jason was scrubbing on the base of the stove and oven combo. He almost had it sparkling. He jumped as he sensed someone and his son behind him. He kept working. He was panting but determined to get this cleaned. He feels over the surface and the oxygen mask was not helping. He didn't care though. He needed to finish this. He needed to feel useful. Like he was not a burden. Like he wasn't having to rely on someone else to take care of him. He jumped hearing her talk. "Yeah?" He says. He does NOT stop cleaning. "A while." He says. "Since one I believe." He says. Growling at her comment. "No. I need to be useful. I need to clean to make my way. I can't make my way if I don't help out." He says. Protesting strongly. "I am not a useless burden." He says. Tears trailing down his cheeks. "I don't want to be a useless burden." he says between heavy pants. He shakes his head. "I want to finish. Then I will have done my share." He protests. Hearing Luka's statement he sighs. Finishing up and stands. Staggering over to blindly seek out the chair. He stumbles into it. Panting excessively. "We can talk. I don't know why you want to talk. Luka why don't you go check on Myxi. Play together if she is up." he says softly. He hears Luka run off. He smiles then sighs. "I want to be up to playing with my son and daughter...I hate being such a weak man." He says sadly. "I can't eat much still. The doctors said it will take time for me to be able to eat as much as most guys do."