Jason relaxed as he heard they were safe. "Safe..." he said the word as if it was a foreign concept. "We are safe?" He whispered. He closed his eyes and leaned into Martin. "Babies will get their meds? Will Myxi get her insulin? She been so long without it. I dont...I don't want her to leave me." he said in a pitiful sounding whimper. He moved his hands and felt for a heartbeat. He didn't find one. He was confused. Then worried. Was this man like her? Was he safe? He wasn't sure. "Help my babies...please." He said softly. His chest moving up and down faster than normal but at least it wasn't life threatening now. He closed his eyes and slept when he was placed on the bed. When he felt his children near he pulled them closer. "My precious babies..." he whispered before falling into a deep sleep.<br/><br/>He woke early the next morning with a nightmare. Covered in sweat. Blindly looking around as his blindfold was close to tearing apart. He didn't realize this. It was his security net in a way. He slowly climbed out of the bed. Falling off the end and groaned. Getting up and began to try to find the kitchen. His kids were out like a light for the first time in a long time. He would let them sleep. He bumped into something and winced. Moving and bumped into a lamp it crashed to the ground loudly. he continued to bump into things. A vase fell when he hit a stand and made a loud crashing sound. He was still trying to find the kitchen. He needed to make his babies breakfast. He tripped and groaned. Crawling and feeling around until he found a coffee table and was able to pull himself up. He kept walking until he bumped into something and it crashed down on him. Groaning as the crashing echoed through out the entire house.