Jason woke early as he did always. Though last night couldn't be classified as sleep. Sleep entailed nightmares which never failed to come. Never. They happened anytime he allowed himself to sleep. He wasn't fully processing the words the man was saying. "Morning." He managed to mumble out. Whatever funny medication that had in his had him sluggiesh and not fully processing. He heard the kids squeal food and get out of the bed. His hands feeling at the places they had been. Used to cuddling with his kids and getting them food. He wasn't used to the emptiness. He had become a bit reliant on having his kids with him all the time. What if...what if Sherry showed up??? His mind panicked at that.<br/><br/>When they didn't return within a few minutes he forced himself to sit up. Growling at a temporary male nurse who tried to stop him. The poor young man backed up thinking he was about to be attacked. He tried to get out of the bed. Falling back down. No! He needed to make sure his babies were okay! He started running his hands over him. Detaching things as he found them. The alarms began going off on the machines. He ignored it. His babies. His babies. He needed to get to his babies. He began feeling for the edge of the tape. This damn needle. He hated hospitals. This didn't smell like one. Oh! He needed to find them. Sherry could get them! She would hurt them. Maybe...maybe kill them as she had tried to do so many times! This spurred on his frantic movements. Damn not being able to see.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Myxi waved at the strange male who was being nice to them. She pointed at the food then looked at him. Pointing at herself then to the food. Looking at him in curiousity. Was ALL this food really for her that was on this plate? She poked it then picked up a bacon strip. Stuffing it in her mouth in case he changed his mind. She wasn't used to so much food. Daddy fed them as best he could. He always made sure they were full but they couldn't eat every meal.</span><span style="font-weight: bold">Luka didn't hesitate. He didn't care if it was snatched out from under him. He was going to politely stuff as much food in his system as he could before the possible stealing of the plate happened. That said he began attacking the cut up pieces of waffles. Stabbing it into syrup and shoved it into his mouth. Chewing lots then onto the next piece. Moaning in contentment.</span><br/><br/>Jason found the tape edge. Then he felt the pull of more moniter things. Letting go of the tape and began to feel around himself again. Pulling off more monitors. Slowly but surely getting them off. He pushed until he forced the thing down. Psychic energy rushing around him before fizzling out weakly. Groaning he panted heavily. Damn. He managed to kick one leg over the bed. Holding his chest and doubled over a bit. "Myxi... Luka..." He said to the empty air. The alarms going haywire and sounding through the entire house. An alarm going off on Carlisle's phone. Something the doctor had set up.