Okay, so insulin, ADHD medicine, and a check up for all three of them. Clearly Jason had been going without food in order to feed his children. Sable wonders if the twins mother is responsible for the bruising on his back. She cautiously takes a step forward, keeping an eye on his panting for any more blood. He looks like he's about to drop dead, never mind drop from exhaustion. She would help him but that would probably cause him to panic, waking up the two little ones. Watching him slowly sink to the bed is heart breaking. Even more so when he finally passes out. At least Myxi's and Luka's feet aren't pressing into the sore spots on his back.<br/><br/>The kids are starting to stir while Sable digs out her cell, standing in the door way so that she could still be seen but wouldn't be the first sight the waking children saw. The receptionist at the local clinic picks up. Sable asks if there's a male doctor that wouldn't mind making a house call available. She also specifies that the doctor had to bring insulin for a four and a half year old girl. She guesses on Myxi's weight. When she looks back in the room, both twins are cuddled up to Jason, one for each side. They're wide awake when she slips back into the room. "Hi. I'm Sable. I won't hurt you two. I just want to help your daddy take care of you," she says softly as she sits by the door frame. It would be about fifteen minutes till Dr. Owens got here at best.