Jason sensed her hands up and turned rigid. His body tensed tighter than a cork inside a newly bottled wine bottle. He relaxed when he sensed they lowered. He stays protectively in front of them. He looks at her blindly. "I won't let you hurt them. I won't let their mother do it. I won't let some stranger hurt my treasures. My precious babies." he says. Voice shaking a bit. He relaxed slightly. "I can take care of them. I've taken care of them for four and a half years. I can keep taking care of them. They matter. They have worth. I won't let anyone take that away from them." he says. His words coming out between soft pantings.<br/><br/>The light reflects off the bruises. "I make sure my babies never go hungry. That they always have food, water, and clothing. I work hard to make sure they are safe and happy. I won't let anything happen to them." He winces. Blindly searching for Myxi's insulin. "No... no... I can't be out. My baby girl needs it." he says. Frantically patting himself down. Trying to find the last insulin shot. "No...it must have fallen." he starts blindly searching for it. He was panicking. "My daughter needs her insulin. I think the last shot must have fallen out of my pocket when they roughly jerked me off stage. Myxi needs the insulin. Even more than Luka needs his adhd medicine." He says. Looking frantic as he felt like a failure. His heart racing causing him to double over. Coughing up a tiny bit of blood. He sits on the bed though. Sitting down. Trying to mask just how weak he was.<br/><br/>His head was drooping. "My babies come first. They have to come first. I'm a good daddy. I have to be mommy and daddy. So the babies must come first." He says. His anorexic frame showing in the light. He pants. "That is why volunteered for the auction. To get more money to get Myxi's insulin and Luka's medicine. Maybe my own if there was any left over." He says. Shaking a bit. "I have samples. I have to make them last." He whispers. He recoiled and then relaxed. "........" he didn't trust her. He didn't trust women anymore. It was written over his features. She seemed...safe...ish. "Alright. I'll sit. Myxi needs insulin for when she wakes. Please...my baby girl needs it." He pleads. "I know I probably won't mean much. I haven't since I was sixteen. Please...my babies are my life. Don't let either of them not have what they need." Yes all worry about his kids but no concern for himself. A few tears trailed down his cheeks. "I need..." He just sort of fell onto the bed. His kids feet pressing into his back. He just passed out from sheer exhaustion. Laying on the end of the bed with his kids lying just above him. "....to protect......" He slurs out before falling asleep completely. His twins starting to stir.