Aerin Thomas: He pulls the hybrid up outside the apartment, and kills the engine. A look goes over to Micah, supportive, and he nods a little before getting out and heading to the apartment door.

Micah Carrington: Micah lingers in the car a minute and then finaly drags the bloody, torn t-shirt completely off of his shoulders, using it to wipe up the last evidence of the fight. Then, slowly, he follows Aerin.

Ita McNairee: *she's curled uncomfortably on the couch, half dozing. baby having just went to bed, she's taking her peace while she has it, a sigh as she hears the car pull up. could be aerin? her head lolls towards the door as she idly strokes a spotted canine head*

Aerin Thomas: He unlocks the building door and moves in, holding it for Micah before heading up the stairs to the apartment. He stops at the front door, and takes a deep breath before he opens it, sliding in.

Micah Carrington: Micah follows. "I'm going to take a quick shower," he murmurs, curling his arms over his naked, hairless, pierced chest.

Ita McNairee: *the animals perk up, a crow fluttering to the top of the entertainment unit, dogs rising but for the twins, husky marking the approach of someone with a low warning growl, shushed as Ita sees Aerin through half closed eyes, door unlocked as always* hmm. yer back.

Aerin Thomas: "Okay, hon." He nods to Micah, and looks to Ita with a smile. "Hey, you." The door shuts, and he makes his way over to her. Brutis gets a warning look, and he leans down, stroking his mate's cheek. "Sleepin'?"

Micah Carrington: He hurries off, first to his room and then the bath.

Ita McNairee: och, tryen tae catch a wee kip while yer wee demon o a son's nae awake an moven aboot. *a little yawn, stifled with her hand* ee's taken after joe as far as boxen...*an affectionate smile, she touches the mans hand and looks towards the scuttling micah. did he not have a shirt on? she singsongs* loves? where ye been? was wooried.. *tone a little chiding*

Micah Carrington: He so does not answer its almost funny.

Aerin Thomas: He looks back to Micah, then over to Ita with a frown. "He...had a run-in with a homophobe last night."

Ita McNairee: a homo-*oh.. the word translates in her brain and her face melts from annoyance into concern, pregnant pikey struggling to her feet*..Och.. darlin..

Micah Carrington: Shower. Showering...Hiding is more like it as he soaks beneath the steaming hot water, letting it wash the filth of the alleyway off of himself.

Aerin Thomas: "Shh." He puts a hand out, gently stopping her from getting up. "It's okay...I healed him up. Physically. The skinhead's next." He keeps his voice low, so Micah doesn't have to hear them talking about him while in the bathroom. "He thought it'd be funny to kick the crap out of him, break some ribs, split his lip, and...then...carve on his chest." He frowns, a very dark, ugly hardness passing through his eyes. "Gonna go have a talk with the guy later."

Ita McNairee: *this getting to her feet thing.. she used to be so good at it. she sighs and sits at aerin's request, not that she was anycloser to standing anyway. a deep frown* Och.. gawd damnet.. *he lips nibbled* was a skenhead wha ded et?

Ita McNairee: (her lips. )

Aerin Thomas: He nods a little bit. "Yeah. And yes, it's who you're thinking of. And please, Ita...stay out of this. I'm asking you...please do."

Micah Carrington: Micah steps from the quick shower slowly, running the towel over his hair, his lean frame clad comfortably in a pair of Aerin's sweats and one of his own plaine t-shirts.

Ita McNairee: *anger. brown eyes glitter with it as she leans back and looks at him* Och.. ee couldnae o.. ee'd o 'ad a reason o least.. *she frowns, biting her lips and scowling* ee carved es chest?

Micah Carrington: "After I'd passed out," Micah says softly.

Aerin Thomas: "A swastika." He nods, expression dead serious. "And frankly, the only reason I'm not going to kill him, Ita, is because you care about him. I won't even hurt him, permanently at least. But I need to settle this. Because if I don't, then I'll lose it the next time I see him, and I may not be able to control myself."

Aerin Thomas: He looks up, over at Micah suddenly. He didn't even realize the kin was there. He notes his own tension, and takes a deep breath, forcing himself to relax.

Micah Carrington: Micah shuffles his feet slightly and drops his eyes to the floor in the face of Aerin's angry tension.

Ita McNairee: *she sits.. and blinks.. and then realizing that micah had spoken and was therefore in the room,,she opens her arms and motions him to come close. pikeys brain working* .. bollox.

Micah Carrington: "No, its the truth. I was out cold when he did it, mom...He broke my ribs...The whole right side of my chest was black when I came to...almost twelve hours later."

Ita McNairee: nae nae....nae bollox as en ah dinnae reckon yer tellen true.. jes.. bollox. *she insists, reaching towards the kin worridly, intent on checking for damage even though her mate already said he'd been healed. she looks to Aerin* .. darlin.. wait.. wait.. we've tae thenk.. aye? smashen gunther's nae gintae make a leck o difference.. hes brain doesnae work like tha..

Aerin Thomas: He leans back in his seat, closing his eyes. Be calm. Calm, calm, calm. Natural glades...waterfalls. Waterfalls flowing with Neo-Nazi blo...no, that's not right. Crystal clear water. Much better.

Micah Carrington: "If I ever see him when I have my gun I'll kill him," the kin says softly, moving into Ita with a sigh.

Ita McNairee: nae ye'll naaaae.. *she pets the kins back, voice soft and soothing* shh shh noow. ee'll nae gie a slap awn tha han, but we've tae dae thes sae ee'll oonderstan.. *fucking gunther. idiot god damned ghoul. she shakes her head angrily as she pulls the kin close as she can round the belly*

Micah Carrington: Micah pulls back at Ita's words, steps back. "You know why he did it mom? I said something he didn't like and he took a couple swings at me...that I dodged...He got mad. I got excited. Then he decked me and i got hard."

Aerin Thomas: "Ita, love...it's not as much about how his brain works, to me. I wish I could be noble and right-minded here, but he fucked with family." He opens his eyes, looking to her. "And as much as I'd like to say I can change his mind...I don't know that I can. It's about how my mind works. And my mind will always be looking at him like something to kill, until I know he's paid. I don't take to homophobia well, and I especially don't take to homophobia dealt to my family well. Shit like that fucking swastika is just fucking sick."

Ita McNairee: och ah kain.. ee's backwards aboot soomethengs darlin.. boot we'll fex hem oop. aye? ah'm nae sayen ee was recht. ee'll be punished fer daen sooch badness tae oor family tae.. *she shakes her head and looks up at the kin* boot effen we dinnae coome at et proper ee'll jes be bloodied an bad as ever.. aye? eee'll nae gie fexed nae. *she looks to Aerin with pleading brown eyes sparkling with anger. its really a testament to her self control that she's still reasoning and not yelling*

Aerin Thomas: "And I'm sorry," he says, as he realizes...he's getting angry again. "I know this...isn't like me, normally. Bad actions, bad timing. I'll shut up, now. Sorry. I know you care about him, Ita."

Micah Carrington: "Ita...Mom...sometimes you just can't fix bad people," he whispers, a wealth of hard, bitter emotion in his voice.

Aerin Thomas: "Now THAT...you know I don't believe, Micah." He sighs, the kin's words deflating some of his anger. "Anyone can be fixed. If they want to be."

Micah Carrington: "Maybe I don't wanna fix him Aerin? Maybe I wanna kill him and fuck his..."He snaps his mouth shut, eyes wide.

Ita McNairee: *her hand pats the thin garou's knee, teeth grit, jaw locked in angry tension. a sigh forced through her nose as she looks up to Micah* aye, Ah've nae foond nae wan wha couldnae be fexed effen ye tried hard enough loves. jes means work.. aye? *she sings, watching the kin and nodding. him being a prime example* coome curl oop. we'll sort thes, aye?

Ita McNairee: *ita blinks*

Ita McNairee: *and blinks again. brain derailed. trying to formulate a response to that. things start clicking and she gets a rather puzzled expression on her face*

Aerin Thomas: Well, THAT'S one way to start the conversation. He shakes his head with a sigh. "And you know I wouldn't let you do that, hon. Because we're trying to get you out of those kinds of thoughts." He looks to Ita, then Micah.

Micah Carrington: He flushes and swallows hard, backing up until his back hits the wall and he can slide down to sit at the base of it.

Ita McNairee: *she's confused, nibbling her lip and looking to Aerin in confusion before lullabying tenatively* .. darlin.. esnae tha jes.. natural.. fer were-folk?

Aerin Thomas: "No, love." He shakes his head. "That's not natural." He sighs, and leans forward a little bit. "Micah still has a lot of issues stemming from, among many other things, what happened to him while he was playing the part of Rothechilde's slave. There have been other things that have come up, but he...has grown into some thought patterns and emotional reactions that are not part of the social norm. These are the things that, as I told you, I've been trying to help him through. Emotionally."

Micah Carrington: "I'm having problems controling some of my...baser impulses. I react to pain and fear like an aphrodesiac...Especially when its someone elses pain or fear...but when Gunther punched me I wanted him to keep hurting me..."

Ita McNairee: och.. ah dinnae kain loves.. ah mean.. *she reasons quietly, bringing up a hand and counting off on tanned fingers* Malcolm shagged dead thengs.. ye ded., Ingvar wanted tae kell me an shag me corpse, jes like micha.. ah thenk ets programmed en. *she murmers hesitantly.. like she's pointing out to someone that they've got Tp on their shoe, she looks to micah* och.. well reckoned ye should o ran loves.

Ita McNairee: *a soft smile his way, she tries to stand again, pushing at the sofa in an attempt to hoist herself upright*

Micah Carrington: "I didn't want to run mom. I wanted him to kill me."

Ita McNairee: *now she's confused, a hurt look coming to hawkish features*

Aerin Thomas: "Yes, well, Malcolm has issues...I have issues, but I also looked at you and saw something more then a dead thing...and Ingvar has MANY issues." He smiles a little. "I think he has a lot of anger issues, to be honest. What happened to him was horrific, and he's lashing out. As hurt as he's been over the past few months--Alexi...Joshua leaving...Douglas and his actions...losing Trevor...and so on..." He smiles to the kin, supportively, and looks to Ita. "...he's not interested in his own pain, lately. I think that, Micah, you want to hurt the people who have taken things from you...and unfortunately, you can't. So you're finding substitutes."

Aerin Thomas: ((The 'He' after the little smile being, of course, Micah.))

Ita McNairee: *she is now.. thoroughly confused*

Micah Carrington: "No...I'm just flat out turned on by causing pain...by people being afraid of me...by being in some semblance of control."

Aerin Thomas: "Yes," he agrees. "And why is that, Micah? Perhaps because you've lost control of so many things in your life that you now have a need for that control that is so severe that when you get it, it's actually exciting for you?"

Ita McNairee: *she manages to gain her footing, teetering a little in all her round glory, messy brown hair falling over her face and shoulders as she holds onto the coffee table for support. blinking*

Micah Carrington: "Maybe," he murmurs.

Aerin Thomas: He reaches out, supporting Ita and helping her steady herself with a gentle hand. "Love?"

Micah Carrington: Micah draws his knees to his chest, watching Aerin and Ita silently now, eyes darkening slowly.

Ita McNairee: Ah.. *she rubs her eye and looks to Micha through a veil of hair*.. Ye pecked a fight wie hem sae ee'd kell ye? *claifying.. she can't possibly understand that right, hurt plain on her features*

Micah Carrington: "At first it was just because it aroused me...because I liked the pain...but then when he kicked me...when I felt my ribs break...I just wanted him to finish it. I wanted to die."

Aerin Thomas: He's quiet, looking between the two while he listens to the explanation.

Ita McNairee: *she just stands, hands on her stomach,hair over her face. a shake of her head as she lets everything process* ... ye pecked a fight. an et went tae far fer ye?

Micah Carrington: "No. And for the record, I didn't really pick a fight. Something about me just bugged him and I pushed my luck...And I liked it so I kept pushing. I didn't go out of my way to be insulting and I didn't hit on him." He sighs. "Yesterday I almost raped a girl...at least...i'd wanted to...She was scared of me and I'd wanted to hurt her...Last night I felt like shit. I hated it...I hated that that thought had even gone through my head."

Aerin Thomas: He listens to Micah's words and sighs, slumping back a little. A hand goes to his forehead.

Ita McNairee: *she looks to Aerin, then back to Micah, shoulders hunched*

Micah Carrington: "I"m sorry," he murmurs, pushing up to his feet and moving for his room.

Ita McNairee: *she frowns, arms wrapping around herself as she shakes her head. one problem at a time pikey.. but where to start. a soft yelp as the baby wakes up and resumes the war with her spine*

Micah Carrington: He pauses in the doorway, leans against it to glance back at them. "I also can't stay here and keep playing house. It hurts."

Aerin Thomas: He looks between Ita and Micah, lips pressesd together tightly. Amazingly, this is the best he'd have figured this would have gone thus far.

Ita McNairee: *brow furrowed, she tilts her head at the delicate boy, not understanding* .. ah dinnae kain wha ye mean loves.. yer family.

Micah Carrington: He looks helplessly at Aerin and catches his lower lip between his teeth before glancing at Ita again. "I love you mom...but I'm half in love with him...and if its not that kind of love then its lust and need and a hundred other confusing things..."

Aerin Thomas: A little smile is directed at Micah...warm and rueful at the same time. Almost apologetic. Dammit, he used to have problems getting noticed by people he liked. How'd he the one who's suddenly become the Manhattan Wolf Pac's Most Desirable? Doesn't make sense to him...

Ita McNairee: *she stands, muted shock melting into hurt, Aerin flashed a look of pained disbeleif, brown eyes glistening as she moves towards the bedroom, a helpless chuckle starting in deep her throat*

Micah Carrington: "Problem is," Micah says softly. "He loves you. And only you."

Aerin Thomas: "S'not my fault," he mutters with a helpless sigh. "Not this time."

Ita McNairee: *rummaging in the bedroom, quiet as she tries not to wake the baby, a long green sweater fetched with a stick from the closet, dogs shushed and prodded*

Micah Carrington: Micah looks at Aerin and points at the bedroom, tears in his eyes. "Just go."

Aerin Thomas: He stands up, looking sadly to Micah, and moves into the bedroom. He takes a lean against the wall near the doorframe, arms folded, and watches her. "What are you doing, Ita?"

Micah Carrington: The kin slips into his room and packs his one, small bag of clothing. Everything else is at the farm...He can get a cab to go get one of the cars, he figures as he looks around the room with a sigh.

Ita McNairee: Ah'm gintae gawn an gie Gunthers side o thes afore ye tear entae hem. An ah'm gintae talk tae claud. Ets a breach o treaty, homophobia oor nae. *she's struggling to haul the sweater over her head, shaking her fetching stick lose from it, voice muffled in the fabric, shoulders slouched*

Aerin Thomas: "Ita...stop." He says it quietly. Why does this shit always have to happen on the half freakin' moon? "Take a moment, and look at me. Talk to me. Gunther can wait...and it's daytime still. You can't talk to Claudius right now. Just...please, talk to me."

Micah Carrington: He changes quickly into jeans, button down and sweater, then stamps his barefeet into his combat boots before swinging the backpack up onto his shoulder. A quick look around assures him he has everything...then he grabs his keys.

Ita McNairee: *she gets the sweater yanked down over her stomach, hair a mess about her face and shoulders, all staticked. she lets out a laugh and shakes her head* Loves.. wha's there tae talk aboot? *wet brown eyes peer at him as she laughs, brow furrowed*.. really?

Micah Carrington: Swallowing, he closes the bedroom door behind him then moves into the livingroom. One last check for stuff.

Aerin Thomas -> Ita McNairee: d10: Per+Empy Time!: 7,6,5,4,4,5,3,

Ita McNairee: nae. *she shakes her head again, waddling towards her satchel and the door, she hollers softly* Micah?

Micah Carrington: He sighs and hitches the bag more firmly onto his shoulder, turning slowly to stare at ITa, green eyes wide behind his glasses.

Ita McNairee -> Aerin Thomas: she's exasperated and hurt. the whole micah aerin situation has been a bit of a sore spot from when it began, and her worries have been confirmed. and, as always, she doesn't trust micah's being 100% honest. she's frustrated and exasperated and hurt and Angry at micha aerin AND gunther.. and she wants out of the house. at least there's no guile with gunther. he's too dumb

Aerin Thomas: He stares at Ita, in disbelief. After all this...he shakes his head.

Ita McNairee: *she shakes her head seeing the bag.* stay loves.. ye need mended. ah'm aft. *she gives a rueful smile, and nods* ye stay an mend. Ah'll sort et oot *a swallow, she winces as archie kicks her, and rubs her belly, moving towards the door*

Micah Carrington: He steps between Ita and the door, face hardening slowly. "Like hell you will. You're going to stay here and talk to the man that loves you so much I can't get close."

Aerin Thomas: "Fine." He shakes his head, setting his jaw. "You know what? Fuck this. Nobody can stand to be around me for my own and everyone else's sake...that's fine. I tell you guys what. I need to go somewhere that's not here myself. Whoever the hell is here when I get back? Is here." He shakes his head and moves to go Umbral.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Gnosis: 4,6,9,8,2,

Ita McNairee: darlin.. gie oot me way. ah'm nae leaven Aerin. Ah'm jes leaven tha house sae ye dinnae 'ave tae pretend fer me sake. aye? Gintae gawn an sort thengs oot es aul. yer nae well. *she reaches past the little kin for the doorknob* noow oot tha road loves.

Ita McNairee: *she looks back into the bedroom in confusion*

Micah Carrington: "God damnit Aerin," he snarls, dropping his back as the man slides umbra. "You fucker! WE TALKED ABOUT THIS!"

Aerin Thomas: No Garou there. Those wards must have come down some time in the last whenever.

Ita McNairee: *aaand Tori starts crying in the bedroom, A rotund pikey wincing as Micah yells. she siiighs and makes for the bedroom, head shaking slowly, hands clenched into talons at her side the only sign of her mood*

Micah Carrington: Tori wailing makes him cringe and he just sits down right where he's at, drawing his knees to his chest.

Ita McNairee: *the husky stops his low snarl that had been building from thetime Micah blocked the door, trotting after the gypsy. the other dogs asleep on the couches, 3 crows peering at micah in interest*

Micah Carrington: He smacks his head sharply into the door and then clicks his tongue, holding out a hand towards the smallest of the three crows.

Ita McNairee: *the pikey gathers the wailing kin baby to her chest, rigging the sling best she can one handed. a yip sends the husky off to fetch and carry as she grits her teeth, searching for a diaper bag in the bedroom. Allen, the smallest of 3 crows, flutters onto the kin's hand and peeers at him*

Aerin Thomas (Umbral): Once Umbral, he shifts immediately to Glabro, pacing much like the caged animal he just was. His eyes are locked on Ita & Micah's Umbral Reflections, waiting to see what the two of them do now.

Micah Carrington: He sighs and brings his hand in towards his chest, free hand rising to gently stroke Allen's feathers. "Love em both...I do...but it hurts," he murmurs, sighing.

Ita McNairee: *the bird seems quite interested in Micah's shiney hair. ooh.. pretty.. and proceeds to peck and scrabble to nest in the short curls. Ita meanwhile is getting suited up and ready t go, tori's wailing muted now, more a discontent whimper as the little scott kisses her head and finds her moccassins. a yip for the dogs as she emerges from the bedroom, diaperbag slung over her shoulder*

Micah Carrington: "Oh no," he says, seeing Ita with the baby. "No. You are not taking Aerin's daughter to go visit the mother fucker that carved a goddamned swastica in my chest."

Aerin Thomas (Umbral): d10: Rage: 4,9,5,6,

Ita McNairee: * Aerin's daughter?. Ita's eyes go dark on the little kin in front of her* Loves.. ee's fine wie me. an fine wie Tori. ee holds her soft as cotton candy. there's nae danger. she's nae a pouf. aye? *she reasons a bit more sharply than she means to* Et'll be fine. an we've tae find oot wha's appenen afore Aerin rips tha felly entae bets.

Micah Carrington: "You know what. If you throw my sexuality in my face like that you might as well do it to Aerin to. Or did you forget that he likes boys just as much as you do," he asks, eyes narrowing. "You're not taking her!"

Aerin Thomas (Umbral): A snarl, heard only on the other side of the Gauntlet. He very nearly loses control...he also very nearly steps back through. Instead, he balls his hands tightly into fists, staring at the three forms...mate, daughter, and family. Not cognizent of the conversation, he just watches them, for now.

Ita McNairee: *her jaw twitches and she shakes her head, biting her tongue. careful. be nice. brown eyes bore into him as the crow flys of his head and away.* Loves.. ah mean et.. she'll nae gie harmed.. an ah'll nae gie harmed.. causen neither o oos are poufs.. hes prollem.. es wie poufs. aye? *she reasons slowly and deliberately*

Ita McNairee: noow. gie oot. me way loves.

Micah Carrington: "You're not taking her," he says again softly...Very softly.

Ita McNairee: Ah am darlin. Ah'm nae stayen.. an ah'm nae leaven her.. sae.. reckon ah'm. ah'll 'ave joe take er effen et'll make ye feel a wee bet better... aye? *she yips to the dogs, who're at her side in a moment, advancing on the door, as the pikey is leaving*

Ita McNairee: d10: manip + sub: 2,4,9,5,8,2,1,

Micah Carrington: d10: (Per+Sub): 10,3,3,7,1,

Micah Carrington: "I don't know Joe, so no...It doesn't make me feel better. What do you think Aerin is going to do if he comes back and I'm here and you're gone with the baby to visit that racist, homophobic fuck?"

Aerin Thomas (Umbral): Goddess...why does he have to surround himself with stubborn people? He paces back and forth, debating on going in, or just following Ita. Hmmm...both viable options. For now, he waits there, watching and seeing if Ita leaves.

Ita McNairee: Micah. love ye dearly.. but effen ye dinnae gie oot tha way, ah'm gintae sec tha dags awn ye. Aerin'll coome back, an ye'll be eere.. an ee can be angry et me aul ee likes, but we'll 'ave gawn tae tha bottom o thengs. en tha meantime, ee can sort ye oot, an ah'll nae ah've tae be eere. aye? *she motions to the husky, who starts snarling, pikey reaching for the doorknob with a chirp to her birds*

Micah Carrington: "You're going to sic the dogs on me," he ask softly, staring at her with a soft sort of betrayal in his eyes as he presses back against the doorframe. "Damnit Ita..."

Ita McNairee: OCH! *she explodes finally, hands gesturing angrily, eyes flashing* Can ye jes FOOKEN trest me fer christ sakes! Jaaaysus Christ! Nae wan ever trests me fooken word! Nae wan ever fooken lestens. Ah said.. ahsaid frem tha damned begennen ah didnae thenk thes was a good fooken idea, an noow yer en love, jes like ah reckon'd would appen.. Ah said ah dindae reckon Lex was a bonnie idea, an wha a muck up tha was.. nae wan ever .fooken.. lestens.. noow.. gie. out me damn way lad afore ah smack ye! *its all a slur of pikey and snarling, ababy waking and starting to cry, dogs approaching with snarling of their own as the pikey just loses it*

Micah Carrington: "Fuck you," he says softly but with feeling. "I tried to leave...I tried...and you both. Kept. Dragging. Me. Back! Nothing's going on between Aerin and I! Nothing!"

Micah Carrington: d10: ((Manip+Sub)): 1,4,4,5,8,9,

Ita McNairee: d10: (per + sub): 8,6,9,10,9,

Ita McNairee: AAUAGH! *a glimmer of hurt as Micha's exclaimation rings off, before she prattles in a high baby wail accompanied bit of quickspeak* Ah dinnae care effen Dream's fooken tha whole o fooken manhatten! thes es nae aboot sex! Thes es aboot love.. yer en love.. an ah kaained thes was gintae appen. an Ah tried tae thenk et wouldnae an took words tha et'd turn oot diffy when ah kaained better . ah should o trested meself. noow. get.. oot me.. way.

Micah Carrington: "yeah. I love him. And like I said, maybe I am half in love with him...but all he wants is you." He steps aside. Hell he even opens the door.

Aerin Thomas (Umbral): Oh, shit. Micah's opening the door for Ita? What the hell? He frowns, watching them, shifting his weight back and forth between his feet.

Ita McNairee: *she shakes her head in exasperation and moves out the door, dogs trailing after her, crows as well. until the only animals micah's left with are the two spotted puppies and some baby mice under the couch Ita's yet to tell Aerin they've adopted*

Micah Carrington: "Ita..." He sighs. "Never mind. You're not going to listen anyways." he shakes his head. "Aerin's not gonna like you taking the baby over there."

Ita McNairee: Aerin kains Joe.

Micah Carrington: "Aerin knows me...and despite everything HE trusts me with the baby," he murmurs.

Ita McNairee: *and she's on her way to the stairs. whoa.. if only there was an elevator, the pregnant woman would be happier. dogs sent down 1st*

Micah Carrington: He closes the door very carefully and turns to stare at the couch.

Aerin Thomas (Umbral): Hmmm...dilemma. Find out what the fuck just went down and potentially lose monutes upon minutes of time? Or just straight follow Ita? Emotional impact of the conversation vs. the potential of his mate & daughter's well-being...okay, it's not a choice, really. He follows behind Ita.

Ita McNairee: *one puppy asleep there. the other one snuffling under the couch at the mice. Ita is still moving slowly and carefuly down the stairs. risky business this, with one inside you and one tied to your front*

Micah Carrington: "Fucking bitch," he murmurs, still staring at the puppies... He takes two quick steps to the couch and picks the one up from underneath it, craddling the small warm body against his chest.

Micah Carrington: ((delete the bit about picking up the 'puppy')

Micah Carrington: He stares at the puppies for a very long time then moves back to the door to grab his bag. Its tossed to his bed, Micah following it into the room and slamming the door behind him.

Ita McNairee: *she pants upon getting to the bottom of the stairs, hair hanging in her face as she slumps against the wall and fumbles in her purse for a cell phone, head tilted to the baby as she shushes her cries, soothing as she can be while infuriated*

Aerin Thomas (Umbral): He's with her, every step of the way, even if she can't see it. He waits a minute at the bottom of the stairs with her... Goddess, you retard. You're stalking your fuckin' mate. And you claim you're healthy. Thoughts aside, he doesn't leave, just watches and waits for her to start moving again.

Ita McNairee: *she sighs and puts in a call to gunther. no answer. she leaves a message and dials another number, waiting to get ahold of the concerto, one hand smoothing toris head.. she cringes in pain and sags a little agains the wall, eyes wide atthe pain in her stomach*

Aerin Thomas (Umbral): He notes the tremors of movement, and tenses...shit. A look left and right...what are you looking for, moron? An Umbral Doctor to show up? And then, at that thought, comes the twitch.

Aerin Thomas (Umbral) -> Ita McNairee: "Concerto Club...this is Miss Yu." Jody's usual, supremely polite voice.

Ita McNairee: *a swallow as she pants in suprise and swallows a yelp, responding ro the voice in her ear* och.. Jody.. love.. ye a've a moment.. reckon there's been a breech o.. OW.. fooken.. *it breaks into cursing and gaelic as another pain hits her . a moments panting and swallowing before she continues breathlessly* breech o treaty.

Ita McNairee: (you definitally do NOT want that dr. to show up)

Micah Carrington: He steps back out of his bedroom with a sigh, eyes on the dogs almost immediately.

Micah Carrington: d10: wp: 3,3,2,3,2,

Ita McNairee: *the female's digging under the couch at the mice she knows are there.. the male sleeping on an ugly yarn aphgan*

Micah Carrington: His tongue darts out across his lips slowly and he heads into the bathroom and begins filling the tub with nice, cold water.

Aerin Thomas (Umbral) -> Ita McNairee: "Miss McNairee...a breach, you say?" Her voice sounds concerned, suddenly at the ow and cursing. "Are you all right?"

Micah Carrington: He pauses on his way back out to glance into the mirror, his stomach tensing at the face he sees staring back at him. With a shake of his head he moves towards the kitchen.

Ita McNairee: och aye.. peaches.. babes jes foond somethen new tae stomp awn ah reckon.. *she reasons with a faint grunt, ignoring the dogs whining at her side* Gunther.. a ghoul o wan o tha cammie vamps named Tyrone, as beat tha everloven crap oot o a Kin folk.. ye kain Sadaih, oor Micah?? ee's been aul healed oop by hes folks.. but they are wannen tae rep gunther tae bets o'er et. reckon ah'd best phone et en.

Micah Carrington: He eyes the kitchen counter quietly for a long minute then frowns and digs through a drawer, coming up at last with a small pearing knife.

Aerin Thomas (Umbral) -> Ita McNairee: "Yes, I know Micah." She pauses a moment. "Gunther Berg...I see." She sighs a little bit. "I can contact the Camarilla, and let them know of the Treaty Breach, of course. If they do nothing, then we will intervene."

Micah Carrington: He runs his thumb along the blade, hissing softly as blood wells quick and bright. Putting his thumb in his mouth he pads back towards the livingroom, pausing again to stare at the dogs...

Ita McNairee: *its a moment of silence before she comes back on the phone again, and she sounds like she's been moving furniture, panting slightly and hissing as she bends her knees and slips slowly and awkwardly to the ground. ow. maybe it was standing that was doing it. the dog licks her face* aye.. jes letten ye kain.. causen tha lad's family es wannen tae beat tha shite ot o Gunther.. as ah reckon they should.. ah'm gintae gawn an see wha's Gunther's side o thengs.. thank ye..

Aerin Thomas (Umbral): He frowns a little bit...the conversation's taking a bit long. His eyes go upstairs...maybe he should go check and find out what happened in the conversation while he's got the time...

Ita McNairee: *the pups meanwhile have both woken up and are destroying one of Ita's badly made quilt things. shredders, both of them*

Micah Carrington: "Its not your fault," he murmurs softly, shaking his head as he turns away to pad into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him.

Aerin Thomas (Umbral) -> Ita McNairee: "Understood. I will contact Claudius about the infraction as soon as he is available."

Micah Carrington: He lays the knife on the edge of the tub and turns off the tap before stripping slowly from his clothes. He moves to the mirror and stares hard at his face then, frowning, grabs the shaving cream and a razor...

Aerin Thomas (Umbral): A sigh, and he moves back up. He can beat the pikey in a race any day of the week, and twice on Sunday, especially now. Best know what they argued about.

Ita McNairee: oof.. *a grimaceas she digs her nails into her stomach* aye.. aye.. thank ye loves.. ah'll dae tha same..

Micah Carrington: He shaves his face carefully, removing the goatee and mustache, the stubble...reducing himself to the clean, almost beautiful lines.

Aerin Thomas (Umbral) -> Ita McNairee: "Excellent." She nods. "Are there any other details you can provide me, Miss Ita?"

Aerin Thomas (Umbral): He makes his way up the stairs and through the door into the house, looking around. No Micah in here...he frowns, and looks around. Where the hell is he?

Aerin Thomas (Umbral): He makes his way up the stairs and through the door into the house, looking around. No Micah in here...he frowns, and looks around. Where the hell is he?

Ita McNairee: och.. reckon et was causen wee Micah's a poufta loves, nae sure oo started et.. but gunther wasnae nice aboot ..*a long pause as ita squirms in displeasure against the wall, hissing through her teeth*.. aboot feneshen et.

Micah Carrington: Turning from the sink, he steps carefully into the tub, a shudder running through his frame with the chill of the water. He sits slowly and sinks completely beneath the water.

Aerin Thomas (Umbral) -> Ita McNairee: "I see. Well, thank you, Miss Ita. I will see what can be done." At least no one's dead this time.

Aerin Thomas (Umbral): He checks both of the bedrooms, no...wait. Bathroom door is closed. He steps right through it, into the bathroom.

Ita McNairee: aye loves... thank ye. *the dogs lick at her face, crows sitting on the stairs. oh good. its stopped. she starts trying to rock to her feet*

Micah Carrington: Micah sits up and reaches for the knife, fingers shaking from the cold. Shifting more upright he draws up his knees, bracing his left forearm across them, palm up.

Aerin Thomas (Umbral) -> Ita McNairee: "Thank you for bringing it to my attention, Miss Ita." A momentary pause. "You've been missed here, you know."

Aerin Thomas (Umbral): "NO!!" The glabro Aerin reaches down to grabbing Micah by his throat and lift him up out of the tub, against the wall.

Micah Carrington: The knife clatters from Micah's hand, splashing into the tub, the boy's eyes going wide as he dangles, blood running down his arm.

Ita McNairee: *the phone's muddled back into her satchel, a bit of panting. well.. now where the hell did she go? Gunther wasn't home to talk to.. claud was asleep. enh. battery then.. at least it was safe.. she opens the door with a furrow of dark eyebrows and lets the animals out before waddling out into the dismal greyness of autumn*

Aerin Thomas (Umbral): "GOD DAMMIT, MICAH!" He glares at the man. "Did I NOT tell you to never even suggest this, evem JOKING???"

Micah Carrington: He swallows, adam's apple bobbing painfully against Aerin's hand, his eyes wide and utterly desolate...

Ita McNairee: (moving ita to Dt streets)

Aerin Thomas (Umbral): He snarls a little, and, still holding the kin, moves away from the tub. He carries the kin in his hand as he just kind of knocks the doorknob off the door, and pushes the door open.

Micah Carrington: Finally t he need to breath becomes imparative and micah lifts his right hand to claw at Aerin's fingers, tiny, breathy sounds spilling from his lips.

Aerin Thomas (Umbral): He doesn't let go at first, instead moving into Micah's bedroom and slamming the door shut. He deposits Micah on the bed with a growl.

Micah Carrington: Shuddering, teeth chattering, the kin rolls away from the door, giving Aerin his back, right hand pressing against his left forearm.

Aerin Thomas (Umbral): "You DUMB shit!" He narrows his eyes and speaks through gritted teeth. "Why the fuck would you do that?"

Micah Carrington: He whimpers softly and flinches, curling further away from Aerin.

Micah Carrington: He whimpers softly and flinches, curling further away from Aerin.

Aerin Thomas (Umbral): "Why??" He shifts down, to Homid, no less angry, but easily to understand. "What the fuck, Micah?"

Micah Carrington: "Go get ita...just...leave me alone."

Aerin Thomas (Umbral): "No. Suicide attempts don't get that fuckin' luxury, of being left alone. Now, you have two options. I tie you down to this fucking bed, where you can't hurt yourself, or you tell me right quick WHY. I don't have time for this, as my mate is off to go talk to a psychopath, and I'd kinda like to avoid that if I could!"

Micah Carrington: He rolls onto his back slowly, still holding his arm, his face almost blank. "Just go."

Aerin Thomas (Umbral): He walks up to Micah, pulling his arm away from the bloody wound, and pressing his hand against said wound. Staring at the young man, expression hard, as he does. "I asked you...WHY."

Micah Carrington: "Because I can't do this anymore Aerin," he whispers, blinking slowly. No tears. No screaming. In fact his voice is almost as empty as his beautiful face.

Aerin Thomas (Umbral): d10: Mother&#;s Touch (WP): 7,9,6,6,3,2,

Aerin Thomas (Umbral): "Yes, you can. And if for no other reason then because people need you." He heals up the wound, and his gaze softens only a little. "If you can't live for yourself, try living for other people. That'll do, for now."

Micah Carrington: "Go get your wife," he murmurs.

Aerin Thomas (Umbral): "My mate," he corrects. "Promise me you're not going to be dead when I get back. For Ita's sake, for my daughter's sake, and for the sake of my son not being born premature."

Micah Carrington: He closes his eyes and rolls his face away. "I promise."

Aerin Thomas (Umbral): "Good." He nods a little and leans forward, kissing Micah's forehead, before he rises. He moves out of the room, shutting the door behind him. The sound of a dragging noise can be heard on the other side of the door soon after.

Micah Carrington: The kin doesn't move...

Aerin Thomas (Umbral): And once the dragging sound stops at the door, it's all silent. The sound of the door opening, then closing is heard.

Micah Carrington: He moves then...with the quiet, creeping out of the bed to the door, knowing that Aerin's locked him in but still...he has to try.

Aerin Thomas (Umbral): The door opens inward, is the good news. Bad news: There's a large entertainment center, a 250 pounds, blocking the way. With a sign scrawled on it. "I trust you not to kill yourself, 'cause you promised. Can't trust you know to leave. Will be back. Love you. -A."

Micah Carrington: He almost laughs...almost but its just too pathetic and he lets himself crumple to the floor, curling in the doorway against the entertainmetn center.

ELSEWHERE

Ita McNairee: *a shake of her head and a wince, she teether.. woo. that one nearly made her knees buckle.. she blinks in disbeleif, looking down at the belly with a frown*.. noow wha are ye daen en there?

Cori (with 'Heart and Weiss): *wanders into the park. Weiss is on a leash, 'Heart is not. and Weiss is happily snuffling droolishly over everything he can. 'Heart simply stays close by his tall, bony human*

Cori (with 'Heart and Weiss): d10: lookin&#; around: 9,3,3,9,6,2,1,

Ita McNairee: *she sighs, slooowly making her way in the direction of battery park, mind whirring unpleasantly, interrupted by pangs from her swollen abdomen* bollox. bollox bollox BOLLOX.

Cori (with 'Heart and Weiss): *blinks at the pregnant woman. is she drunk or something else? purses her thin lips and ambles thattaway* Weiss. chill out, now. *voice firm. the dog whines softly, yet obeys. mostly.*

Ita McNairee: *The pregnant woman's dogs are not so well behaved, hackles and teeth upon seeing the otherdogs and cori approach. the pikey pauses to lean on a wall, panting a little as she tries to rub the ache from her belly*

Cori (with 'Heart and Weiss): i bite back. *warns the strange dogs cheerfully, keeping Weiss on a short leash as he whines, puzzled as to why these new buddies seem so grouchy today. 'Heart scurries behind the woman's ankles and piddles* hey, lady. ya ai'ight? *tilts her bright head, frowning slightly*

Ita McNairee: *startled out of her brooding, she looks to her dogs, as though having expected the words to have comefrom them, then her eyes travell up cori and she nods* aye.. babes jes 'aven at.. ah reckon. Brutis.. Clay.. behave yerselves..

Laidan: d10: per+alert: 3,4,4,5,9,3,4,

Laidan: She pauses, and turns her head slightly, slowling. She could SWEAR he knew that voice... "... Ita?"

Cori (with 'Heart and Weiss): ya sure? ya look like shit. *grins cheerfully* i'm Cori, by the way. the big guy's Weissen Fangen--Weiss, and the source of the flood i'm stepping in now is GenHeart--'Heart. nice dogs, by the way. *smiles at the growly pair*

Ita McNairee: *a sort of yelp and a grittingof teeth as a pang hits her more severely. the pikey swallows, but there's little time for wimpiness as the baby slung on her chest wakes and starts to make noises, threatening to cry* shh.. shh shh darlin.. ets aulrecht. *she nods and smiles at the dogs*

Ita McNairee: d10: per alert: 5,7,6,7,

Laidan: d10: per+alert: 8,6,2,4,3,8,7,

Laidan: Yeah. That's Ita. She steps quickly and smoothly towards the woman as Tori starts to cry, and Ita sounds pained. She holds out her hands silently, obviously willing to take Tori so Ita doesn't have to hold her.

Ita McNairee: Och.. allo loves *she smiles and turns to Lai, dogs starting up the growling again, hushed as the pikey resumes leaning on the wall, patting her belly in hopes of soothing whatever the baby had figured out to torture her with*

Cori (with 'Heart and Weiss): *eyes the woman carefully* ya know--ya look like yer havin' contractions, lady. *long, narrow face growing serious* mebbe ya should siddown or sumthin'?

Ita McNairee: *a releived smile as the woman makes to hand over the baby, she shakes her head to Cori..* och nae.. jes pains.. lad's jes founds a pain point oor somethen.. aye? tae soon et es. *a swallow as she's zinged again, not quite as bad as the last*.. there.. gien better aulredy

Cori (with 'Heart and Weiss): how long's it been since ya had tha first pain? *flashes Lai a smile. both of her dogs startle and draw closer to their human, whimpering softly*

Laidan: She takes Tori, gently fussing her and cradling her to sooth her. She looks very worridly at Ita. "Are... are you sure?"

Laidan: Lai totally misses the smile.

Cori (with 'Heart and Weiss): *and she misses the missing. focused on Ita, not realizing that Lai can't SEE her*

Ita McNairee: och.. nae. boot.. wha? *she's confused, looking from lai to Cori, a blink and a wince, she slooowly starts to slide down the wall. sitting had made it better.. hadn't it?*

Laidan: "Ita?" She tries not to crowd the woman, but she is very worried about her friend. Tori starts to fuss again, and she tries to sooth her softy, still listening intently to Ita.

Cori (with 'Heart and Weiss): *squats slowly, bony knees cocked out so she looks rather like a giant gold and white frog* them contractions. how long since you had the first one? even if it is a false alarm, ya should get it checked out--premature contractions can meean something major-bad's about to go wrong. or, could mean munchkin's tired of the womb and wants out. *thin face still quite serious*

Laidan: She lookes more nervous at what Cori says. "Do you want me to call Aerin?"

Ita McNairee: och.. ee's been tired o OW... fooken.. ah'm gintae sod ye ye lettle shite.. gawn back tae sleep.. *she prattles angrily to her pained abdoman. rubbing at her back, she starts hauling thigs off her, diaper bag etc set aside, she was simply too weighed down*..ow.. jaysus.. *she shakes her head* nae nae.. jes been tha last 'alf hour mayhaps.. cannae be anythen tae serious.. ee's jes inventive es aul.. *she shakes her head. last person she wants to see at the moment is Aerin* ee's aft en the great white yonder soonwhere.

Aerin Thomas: He comes out of the apartment complex, looking around, frustrated. The man's face, attitude, demeanor...shit, this man is FAR from calm. He scans the streets, trying to determine which way she went.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Alertness: 1,4,9,4,5,9,

Laidan: "Uhm, okay." She says, voice tiny. Still rocking Tori.

Cori (with 'Heart and Weiss): *eyes the woman solemnly* how regular have they been? i'm serious, i know a lil bit about some of this stuff.

Ita McNairee: *crows flutter down from nearby lights and perch on the mastiff, who suprisingly, doesn't seem to care, too busy whining at ita and keeping a wary eye on Cori. the husky looks beisde himself and ready to snap*

Aerin Thomas: He grits his teeth, angry, and looks around, completely missing the scene a couple blocks down for the moment, until...wait a minute. Crows?

Cori (with 'Heart and Weiss): it'd kinda suck if junior popped out onta concrete, after all. if ya git me, Jingles. *blinks slowly, those big brown eyes calm and focused. 'Heart cuddles as close to her away from Lai as he can. Weiss attempts to hide behind Cori as well--not such a simple task for the big slobberfountain*

Ita McNairee: och... *she cringes in answer, rubbing at her back and belly with an ever increasing frown* dinnae ye dare. nae taenecht.. we've work tae be done..

Laidan: Hugging Tori with one hand, her free hand falls to pet Ita, trying to sooth her somehow.

Aerin Thomas: He turns in the direction of the avians in question, heading toward them. The man's walk is direct, shouldering past anyone not walking at his power-walk pace toward where the three very familiar birds are circling.

Cori (with 'Heart and Weiss): *chuckles softly* babies pick their own times. usually times that dun make life simple for mommas. ok, Jingles--i got a van. where ya wanna be taken? just in case junior's decided that now is the right time.

Ita McNairee: nae.. ane tha's et.. nae o thes.. *its been decided. this is rubbish. she's not having a baby tonight. she struggles to to get to her feet*

Ita McNairee: d10: willpower: 8,8,9,3,4,9,6,

Laidan: She helps with her one hand to help Ita up, before she again goes back to holding Tori

Cori (with 'Heart and Weiss): *tilts her head slightly* wishing is a good thing--it keeps dreams alive. but wishing to change a fact is a waste of energy. if it's not a false alarm. need a hand up? without yer dawgs taking a piece outta me, that is....*chuckles*

Aerin Thomas: He frowns as he sees Laidan and Cori, crouched...Lai helping someone up... The anger fades, worry and panic taking over, and he goes from power-walk to dead-out run. "Ita?!?"

Cori (with 'Heart and Weiss): *clambers upright, using Weiss's reluctant head to do so* ease up, ya goof. *voice affectionate* you've seen preggers chicks afore.

Ita McNairee: *and to her feet she gets, teeth grit. listen Archibald, whos the adult here? yes. and Ita says... No. she struggles to her feet despite the pain pressing down on her stomach, a shake of her head, hands curled* nae nae.. nae babe taenecht. nae time yet. jes kicken. ee can wait.. ah've work tae dae.. nae weshen.. ee's tae early tae be coomen. aye? Brutis.. gie oot me damned way *she's adament. no baby damn it. she had a skinhead to save from teary bloody doom*

Cori (with 'Heart and Weiss): *at the shout, both dogs startle and look toward Aerin. Weiss piddles. he makes lots of piddle. 'Heart wobbles and--faints. Cori blinks at them both in pure astonishment* ehhhhh????

Ita McNairee: *she snaps her head up at Aerin's voice, chiming before she even sees him, dogs backing off a little* Ah'm Fiiiine.

Laidan: She whips her head towards Aerin's yell, holding Tori even tighter to her.

Cori (with 'Heart and Weiss): *and bends down to pick up the lil yaller mutt. piddle and all* 'Heart? 'Heart, samatter? *frowns, cradling the creature. who opens his eyes and promptly faceplants into her microbosom*

Aerin Thomas: He ignores the Rroma woman's assurances of being fine, coming right up to her and looking her over. "Jesus...what happened?" A glance goes to Lai, then Cori, then back to Ita. "Love?"

Cori (with 'Heart and Weiss): *blinks at the man slowly* Jingles junior might just be tryin' ta get born tanight.

Laidan: Lai just gives a very bewidlered and confused shake of her head to Aerin, holding the fussing Tori

Ita McNairee: *she makes to respond and dispute that, but instead wines and slumps back into the wall with a determined set to her jaw and a glare in her eye. .. ouch. .. hands curl round her sides as she chews on something, husky plastered in front of her against her legs, mastiff whimpering at the scene nearby as the crows flutter and fly*

Aerin Thomas: Brutis may as well not exist. He looks back to Cori with a frown, then looks to Ita. "Love...come on. Let's at least get you checked out. Gunther can wait...I'll hold off, I promise. This is more important." He leans forward to kiss her forehead. "Please?"

Ita McNairee: Promise me ye'll n-*its cut off with a yip of pain, head falling onto his shoulder as she takes a minute to pant*

Cori (with 'Heart and Weiss): ya really should. *blinks down at Ita, cuddling her terrified mutt. ignoring the damp and smelly shirt hiding her bony upper portions*

Laidan: "I'll take Tori for the night." She whispers.

Aerin Thomas: "I'll leave him alone. I promise, love." He gathers her up, holding her. "Just...come on. Let's get you looked at, all right?"

Cori (with 'Heart and Weiss): *nods approvingly--the guy's got sense. wobbling a bit as Weiss tries to become One with the back of her knees* shhh, Weiss, s'ok....*pets the trembling yellow dog in her arms soothingly*

Ita McNairee: Ets jes cramps.. *she insists, but when a scrawny man radiating rage asks you to m ove, you move. well. unless you're Ita. then you argue. but if you're a pregnant ita in pain, you move.. the Husky snarling lowly, Mastiff taken to sniffing Weiss* where ow.. fook.. *a hiss* where's tha lad?

Cori (with 'Heart and Weiss): *Weiss whimpers, glancing fearfully at Aerin and Lai. thick, heavy tail plastered firmly against his belly. if he were any more submissive he'd be a carpet*

Aerin Thomas: "In his room. Guaran-damn-teed of that, too." It's not that Ita moves, so much, as that he picks her up with relative ease so he can move WITH her.

Laidan: She just continues to cradle Tori. Silent. Worried

Ita McNairee: *a perplexed look broken with a cringe, teeth grit, she doesn't even bother to argue about being to heavy* where are we aft tae? *dogs following behind, birds swooping ... oh no.. thats not obvious..*..tha babe..

Cori (with 'Heart and Weiss): *take care of Jingles. *murmurs quietly* hey, quiet lady. with the baby. ya needa ride somewhere? ditto you guys, zoo included.

Aerin Thomas: He pauses a moment, and looks around. He's gotten her to move...now, he has no idea where to. "Umm...anyone know where the nearest hospital is?"

Laidan: She curls Tori closer to her, and whispers to Cori. "No..."

Cori (with 'Heart and Weiss): *nods cheerfully* yep. my van's this way if ya dun mind a bit of mess. *smiles to Lai cheerfully* ai'ight.

Ita McNairee: zoo? *now she's confused again, head tucked close to aerin's collar, a low growl starting in her throat as the pain stops receding as much as throbbing*

Cori (with 'Heart and Weiss): *chuckles softly* two dawgs an' three birds. plus my dogs. that makes a small zoo by my lights.

Aerin Thomas: "Thank you," he says to Cori, honestly. He looks to Laidan. "Lai, you want to come, or would you rather stay here? Either way, if you could watch Tori, I'd appreciate it..."

Ita McNairee: *her hands dig into the thin man's shoulder a minute then relax, as she mutters in low song* nae supposed tae be like thes. thes qwueck.

Cori (with 'Heart and Weiss): no prob, dude. um, but i'll ask ya ta sit in the back if ya dun mind? my dogs seem to have taken a shiver to ya. *dogs the size of Weiss shouldn't bother trying to hide between scrawny wenches like this one*

Cori (with 'Heart and Weiss): *gives Ita a worried look* ai'ight. back this way. Weiss, heel. good boy. yer lookin' fer a fugly green van. it's a piece of crap but it runs good. *chuckles softly* bonus that nobody sane'd ever try to steal it. *begins plodding down the street*

Laidan: "Don't worry. I have her." Softly.

Aerin Thomas: "Of course." He nods to Cori, and looks to Ita with a forwn of worry. "We'll get it all figured out, love. It'll be okay." He gives her his best supportive smile, and moves to follow Cori. "Thank you, Laidan. You're a Goddess-send."

Laidan: She nods, tucking Tori to her, and moves to get her off the street.

Ita McNairee: loves.. ee's prolly jes kecken a new sopt es aull *she reassures, a little listless*

Cori (with 'Heart and Weiss): *the van's not too far away. yep. that's one UGLY van. *opens up the back for the pair and then the front seat for the dogs* floor, Weiss. lay down. ok, you guys--there's a couple of sleeping bags you can sit on back there. *smiles warmly* dogs and birds are welcome in there so long as none of 'em collects my shinies. *bascially--there's a small jewler's shop in there....*

Aerin Thomas: "And once we know that for sure, I'll let you call me a daft blighter for worrying so much. Until then, shush." A warm smile to Ita, as he carries her along, taking care not to jostle.

Cori (with 'Heart and Weiss): ((mmrr, 20 minute warning. *soft chuckle*))

Ita McNairee: *nothing warm about ita's demeanor, in sharp contrast to the heat radiating off her round body, her eyes squeezing shut as she chokes off a growl of pain. she reaches out to pet her husky*.. tha babe?

Cori (with 'Heart and Weiss): hmm...*ponders and snags a smaller bag near the back door. raids it and pulls out a tiny pouch. peeks into it, then calmly sets it onto Ita or Aerin--whichever's nearest* fer luck and stuff. *chuckles softly*

Aerin Thomas: He moves into the back, gently setting Ita down so he can double up the sleeping bags, then helping her onto them. He takes a spot nearby, and shuts the door behind them.

Aerin Thomas: "Laidan has Tori, love. She's fine."

Cori (with 'Heart and Weiss): *shuts her dogs inside the passenger seat--Weiss looks cramped--and goes around to the driver's* all right, nearest hospital, here we go. *makes an effort to be a good driver and do the obeying traffic laws and stuff thing*

Ita McNairee: *Sitting hurts, and so she lies down best as she can, teeth catching her lip as she shuts her eyes. this was not happening yet. * bollox.

Aerin Thomas: He kneels next to her, a hand brushing her hair out of her face. "I'm sorry, love...that was retarded of me to do. I'm sorry..."

Cori (with 'Heart and Weiss): be there in about ten minutes or so, guys. *watches them in between keeping her eyes on the road. her dogs quiver mightily*

Ita McNairee: *she cringes and opens an eye, pushing on her belly in response to severe cramping. the piikey looks up at him, confused* wha darlin?

Aerin Thomas: "Vanishing...leaving the two of you there. It was harsh and selfish and just dumb." He looks over his shoulder, raising his voice so Cori can hear. "Thanks." He looks back to Ita. "So yeah. That."

Cori (with 'Heart and Weiss): there it is, guys. *smiles at them via the mirror* tell ya what--i'll wait out here with yer dogs if ya want? you can copy off my driver's liscense in case i get nutsoid and run off with 'em. which i wouldn't do anyhow. at the most, let 'em out for a P an' P. ya c'n wake me up when ya get done, and i'll drive ya back.

Ita McNairee: well yer a chicken shite's all. *she gives a quick grin before swallowing, a soft sheen of sweat beginning to surface over the tan of her face*whoo.. jaaysus.. reckon ah shouldae o left tha flat. *the husky licks at her legs with a whimper. she grimaces and tries to sit up* yer gintae stay? *she asks of Cori* they can fin there way hoome usually..

Aerin Thomas: "Thank you, Miss...uh....Miss." If the name was given him tonight, he missed it. He opens the back door, and picks Ita up again, moving out. The door is shut with his feet, and he heads toward the hospital.

Cori (with 'Heart and Weiss): *chuckles and calls out the window* it's Cori! good luck, ya'll. *wriggles to the back of her van to change her shirt and hopefully not get bitten. of course, she'll bite back...and then settles down for some snacking, shared with any dogs that would like a munch, and a nice snooze....*

Cori (with 'Heart and Weiss): *nods to Ita* ((stuffing this post afore my last one. *L*)) yep. gonna stay. i like dogs. and i wanna know if junior's ai'ight. plus, yer gonna be exhausted whichever way it turns out.

Ita McNairee: *ita just holds on to him. a little worried about her dogs and crows and animals.. but really what else is she to do, biting her lip so hard it wells blood*

Aerin Thomas: "No argument, love. On either points." And into the hospital he goes, likely looking like something out of a comedy film. Well, minus the whole inherant Rage thing.

Cori (with 'Heart and Weiss): ((*G* thanks, guys! *hugs tightly and skotc*))

Aerin Thomas: ((*hugs the Cori-P*))

Ita McNairee: *the pregnant little woman grits her teeth and holds tightly, hands dug into his shoulders* ((twas fun. thankja!))

Aerin Thomas: ((Off 2 DT Industrial/Hospital))

HOSPITAL

Snow: Aaaah hospitals, expecially Emergency rooms in NYC they are alwaysd busy and hectic, Smelling of sterilizer and many people, with god knows what, wrong with them. There is a check in desk. Wherte several doctors, nurses and ordelies walk past behind it picking up charts and calling out names.

Aerin Thomas: Through the doors he comes, carrying the Rroma woman in his arms without difficulty. He looks around, then comes up to the front desk.

Ita McNairee: *a good deal of teeth grinding as she digs her fingers into a poor man's back, eyes shut in concentration on NOT having a baby*

Snow: As Aerin walks up there is a guy on the phone, he holds a hand up speaking into the phone he hasn;t looked up, yet. He is bald and looks to be more of an amiture wrestler than a desk clerk. "Yes, come on in then if you are sure it is an emergency......okay." he looks up and takes in Aerin and Ita. He places a hand to his forhead as he stands up, standing over 6 feet tall. He closes his eyes. "Let me guess....." he opens his eyes with a grin the smart ass. "Labor." he points to Ita.

Aerin Thomas: Pain in the shoulder? Baah. Pain just reminds you that you're alive...or rather, that you're alive, your mate is a mortal, not a vampire, and the child she conceived 14 years ago with a john that you consider your soon may or may not be coming out now. He nods to the guy behind the counter, giving him a look. "Good guess."

Ita McNairee: *no. no labor* ets tae early. *she points out, making a high hissing noise as a pain wracks her body*

Snow: A shrug as he hits a button on the phone sending an announcement over the PA. "Doctor Mills, Doctor Mills you are needed in the ER." he hangs up the phone. One of the nurses having seen Doug's act too many times before wheels a wheelchair over to Aerin and Ita. "I'm Rhonda." the lady says. "Sir if you want to put her in the chair I will get her to..." she looks to Doug. who replys " 310. " he spouts off grabbing paperwork and a clipboard for Aerin to fill out paperwork.

Aerin Thomas: "Okay, POSSIBLY labor," he concedes. "Possibly just pains."

Ita McNairee: Och.. sweet jaysus Merciful christ.. Isis, Gaia an satan hemself.. *the pikey can't decide whether she's going to curl up into a ball or break in two the otherway, baring her teeth in pain as she hisses* thes es whythey slap ye when ye coome oot ye wee peice o pess. *POSSIBLY.. the pikeys going to kill something*

Aerin Thomas: He nods and places her, gently, into the chair. He gives her a warm, supportive smile before grabbing the paperwork from Mr. Snark.

Snow: Rhonda nods. "Still getting it checked out is good." yep Ita looks big enough to be ready to pop right now, and she has heard this line more than once of expectant mothers if it isn;t 'why won;t it come out?' then it is 'it's too soo!' "Sir go ahead and fill out the paperwork and we will get her settled, so the doc can look at her."

Ita McNairee: *Aerin's poor shoulders*

Ita McNairee: Dinae like Doctors...*she chimes warningly.. dunno. something about having been dead and needing to avoid them remains with her as she looks over her shoulder in the wheelchair*

Snow: Doug hands Aerin the paperwork, saying. "Go ahead and have a seat." he waves to the waiting room.

Rhonda wheels Ita smartly and quickly through automatic doors then down a hall and around the corner, to room 310. "Just breath and the doctor will be here soon, I will stay6 with you."

Aerin Thomas: "On it." He leans against the counter, quickly filling out the paperwork. All praise the Concerto Club's health plan and it's support for domestic partners in addition to full-on married couples.

Ita McNairee: *oh yeah. remember to breathe pikey. good advice. she takes a breath and flexes her jaw,absoloutely reeking of dog*

Snow: Rhonda tells Ita. "Not a whole lot of people do you know." She places the break on the wheelchair when they get into the room. She moves over to a cabnet pulling out a gown that closes, in front instead of in back. She places it on the bed, moving to help Ita out of the chair. "Let's just get you in this gown, so you can be checked out."

Snow: Doug looks at Aerin and his lean. "This your first?"

Ita McNairee: *oh yeah.. getting out of a wheelchairs an issue.. she's almost out of it when a wave of cramping hits her and her knees buckle*

Aerin Thomas: "Yes and no," is his answer, as he fills out paperwork. Mother's maiden name...umm. Shit. That's a good question. He just puts in "McNairee." As good a guess as any...

Snow: "Just keep breathing, deep breaths through it." she says wraping an arm around It and putting Ita's other arm over her shoulder, she knows just how to get someone out of a wheelchair in labor. As someone else passes the room she calles out. "Carrie come here and help me get this young lady intop the gown before she delivers."

Snow: A quirk of an eyebrow as he moves to answer the phone. But Doug then leaves Aerin alone standing there filling out paperwork.

Ita McNairee: nae gintae *she assures her* tae early.. nae fer a month yet.. *so says the woman that looks like if she gets any larger her stomach and breasts will swallow her head. she struggles into her gown, puppy scratches across her body, talon marks on the back of her neck from Edgar.. seed spills from her skirt's pockets onto the floor as she moves to the bed*

Snow: They Get her undresses then call in someone to clean up the seeds from the floor. They put her clothes into a bag and stck it under the bed for now. Carrie Leaves to go and grab the doctor as Rhonda get's her BP and temperature a nifty little thing that they roll across Ita's forhead.

Aerin Thomas: He finishes filling out the paperwork and hands it over to Doug. "There you go. Pardon my penmenship."

Ita McNairee: *brown eyes squint in pain. she curls her fists into the bed linen and takes a deep panting breath* es ee gintae be aulrecht? effen ee coomes thes early?? *eyes wide suddenly, she makes to sit up*

Snow: Doug takes the clipboard and paperwork from Aerin. "No problem.....310 is down the corredor and to the left about half way down on your right hand side." he says hitting the button to allow Aerin to go back to Ita.

Aerin Thomas: "Thanks." He nods to Douglas and heads down the hallway, toward the room. Post-haste.

Snow: "Have you been seeing a doctor? And do you know your due date, or the day of your last cycle?" She looks at Ita after taking down the results and putting them on a piece of paper. Carrie comes back in with a machine on wheels it has a screne, and some paper comming out of it. Wierd thing. Carrie looks to Rghonda. "I will be right back," a look to Ita" going to grab the things so that we can take some of your blood, make sure everything is going okay there." she smiles to her then wanders back out saying. "Doctor Mills she is in here."

Ita McNairee: *she looks distinctly uneasy at the idea of taking her blood, curling her hands round her stomach with a grunt of pain, she sings* Been seen a felly en downtown aft an awn.. me last cycle o wha? *she cringes*

Aerin Thomas: He turns and heads into the room, moving to Ita's side. "Any news yet as to what's going on?"

Snow: Carrie comes back in holding a box, after Rhonda helpped pull It's gown up and put a blanket down just exposing her stomach for right now. She, helps Ita sit up and straps a small black box looking thing around her stomach, and flips on the monitor, she adjusts where it is sitting so that it captures the babies heart beat which looks really good and Rhonda announces that the baby is in the awake stage. Carries sets the box up on the counter as Doctor Mills walks in, getting briefed on what Ita's and the babies stats. Carries comes over and asks for Ita's arm. Dr. Mills looks at Ita, " when is your due date? that way I can better assess your condition." she goes and washes her hands.

Ita McNairee: *man. pain is exhausting. the pikey's limp on the bed, sitting up with great effort and regarding the black box suspiciously. blood licked from her lip as she turns to look up at Aerin, then the dr. a grimace* ets nae supposed tae be fer a month o least.. *she looks to Aerin to see if thats right.. when was your last cycle? how does 14 years ago suit you? *

Aerin Thomas: "We're not...honestly sure, Doctor. A month, maybe two. We were out of the country when it happened...didn't get back for a couple of months. And she's always been very irregular on her cycles."

Ita McNairee: *yeah. no arm. she keeps that close, worried. she looks to Aerin again. out of..? oooooh. a nod*

Aerin Thomas: d10: Persuasion: 5,1,2,8,1,3,3,

Aerin Thomas: d10: Cha+Subterfuge: 7,6,6,2,5,2,9,

Ita McNairee: (*wets.. welf.. laughing*)

Snow: d10: Perception Sub: 4,10,10,3,3,

Aerin Thomas: ((Not a botch! All praise Revised rules!))

Snow: A nod. "Well we soon shall find out." says Dr. Mills. Carrie the ever persistant one. "It's from your arm, your hand or your foot, I would say your hand, but I need to do this so that we can if need be stop the contractions."

Snow: Rhonda moves to pull up the sturrups So that Ita When instructed to will be able to place her feet in them. the Doctor looks at Ita having put gloves on and waits for her to let carrie draw blood and get a IV line started.

Ita McNairee: *cringe.. she does not want them taking her blood. auugh. she should ask claud. her eyes look around nervously, ..you are alive. its fine. she sticks out her arm, biting her lip*

Aerin Thomas: He stands behind Ita, hands smoothing over her shoulders comfortingly. It'll be okay. It'll all be fine.

Ita McNairee: *a low stream of gaelic curses scorch the air.. thank god its an almost dead language.... she lets out a high whine. ok. baby was not fooling around*

Snow: "This will only mildly hurt for a second." she finds a good vien right off thanks to Ita having been clenching her hand and yes it stings only for a second as she get's the line in and then starts to fill two vials. Then she set's those aside. "Okay this will feel a bit cool this is just to wash out the line." she holds a needle in her hand and she puts it to the line so that she can wash it out. She makes sure that is taped off and seald off. "Okay all done." she pats Ita's shoulder and then heads back out. "I will be right back with the IV."

Ita McNairee: *what... Iv.. what? she does not like this.. she does not like hospitals in general, eyes darting sideways to Aerin, wide eyed.. A pikey was getting worried. Her Cellphone Beeps*

Snow: "Okay now.,.,," the Doctor looks to the paperwork. "Ita let's scoot you down I am going to take a look at your cervex to see how dialated you are, and if yoru water has broken yet or not." I will then check the position of the baby and take some measurements so that we can determine where to go from here." Rhonda helps Ita to scoot down and put her leg's up in the sturrups.

Ita McNairee: *she swallows and scoots down, giving a yelp and looking towards her phone worriedly*

Snow: Rhondah hears the beeping. "Do either of you have Cell phones if so they need to be turned off."

Aerin Thomas: "Mine's off." She looks to Ita. "You want me to answer it for you? I can go outside..."

Snow: The doctor drapping the banket over Ita's legs goes and takes a look.

Ita McNairee: *she flinches and bares her teeth in pain, nodding.. yeah. just shut it off. answer it. what ever. OW....she looks distinctly unconfortable as the dr starts prodding her with things*

Aerin Thomas: "I'll be right back." He picks up the cell phone and takes it outside. May be someone who wants to know what's going on...could be Laidan. His cell's off, after all. He moves just past the 'cell phones off' area and answers the phone. "Hello?"

Ita McNairee -> Aerin Thomas: txt from gunther - he was being gay. AT me.

Snow: The doctor stands up and moves one hand up to the top of Ita's stomach pressing down, feeling what she can feel. She nods her head. Moving off she takes off her gloves, tossing them away."You are dialates to three centimeters." she shows Ita what that would mean for her in finger widths. then she grabs a tape measure one of the fabric kinds. "I am worried that the baby might be too beg to get over your cervex though." she says feeling Ita's stomach, so that she can take a measurement.

Ita McNairee: *sweat breaking out on her face and forehead, the pikey looks up at the dr in confusion* .. wha's tha mean?

Snow: While all of this is going on Rhonda is taking notes and also setting up the things so that an ultrasound can also be done. So that a creal view of the baby can be seen.

Ita McNairee -> Aerin Thomas: (scarlet's going to have to zip offline a bit to hook some comp things back up)

Aerin Thomas: He looks at the text message and grits his teeth. He types a response and almost hits send...but doesn't. Instead, he turns the phone off and slips it into his pocket. Will deal with that later.

Snow: She tilts her head taking note of the measurements as she stuffs the tape measure back into her pocket and grabbing the gel to to the ultrasound. "What that means is that the babies head and shoulders might be to big to be born naturally. And themeasurements that I just took looks like I am correct. The baby looks to be about 20 inches long. This will be cold. " She has moves the box capturing the heartbeep and turns on the ultrasound smearing the gell on Ita's stomach, and with the woshing noise she starts to take a look at the baby. "It's placement is good." she points out the babies head and the different parts of the babie moving the wand over her stomach and checking as much as she can pointing things out to her as she does. "Your water also hasn't broken yet. which leads me to believe that you need to be adminstered a medication to stop your contractions, which right now you are having pre-term labor."

Ita McNairee: *anxious, pain spiralling down her back and seizing the bulge of her belly, she grits her teeth and tries to absorb whats being told to her*

Aerin Thomas: Quick steps take him back into Room 310, and he gets as close to Ita as he can without being in the way. Obviously more then a little nervous.

Snow: The doctor looka at Ita. "We can go in by c-section that is an operation to get the baby out, it looks like you are about 32 or 33 weeks along, which is good for a preemie. The baby will be okay, probably have to stay in the picu for about a week or three." But those would be your choices. " Rhonda has taken Ita's blood pressure once more. "And we need to get your blood pressure down as well because it is too hight for you and the babie right now."

Snow: ((PICU=Per-mature Intensive Care Unit))

Aerin Thomas: ((Picu...okay, it's been explained to me. But did anyone else have an image of Ita throwing a Pokemon Ball saying "Archibald! I choose YOU!"?))

Ita McNairee: *ow. ow ow. OW. jesus.. when she had her guts blown out there'd been less pain in her damn stomach than right now.. ow.. she looks to Aerin.. not understanding what her choices are. its clear in the worry stamped all over hawkish features and reflected in chocolate brown eyes* (you know.. I did think along those lines)

Aerin Thomas: "So, just to make sure I've got this...you can stop the contractions with medication, or we can deliver by Ceasarian Section now, and the baby will be kept here for a couple of weeks...right?" He rubs at Ita's shoulders, comfortingly.

Snow: She looks to Aerin, sitting on the stool. "There is choices, get her medication, and keep her overnight to get the contractions to stop because she is in Pre-term Labor, early labor, possibly go in and put a stitch in her uterus so that she doesn;t keep dialating, or in other words getting her body ready to deliver the baby. I am concerned with the fact that the baby is big and therefor with a small woman like Ita she may not be able to deliver normally which means that if we sucessfully get the contractions under control and she goes on manditory full bed rest, no moving except to the bathroom. Then in three more week she comes in to have a c-section, to deliver the baby." she takes a deep breath. "Or we can go in for an emergency c-section right now, and the baby will most likely have to stay in the PIC-U for up to three weeks depending on how well he grows. My thoughts if she can stay calm, and keep to bed rest, getting the contractions under controll right now is for the best."

Snow: "The longer the baby stays in the better."

Ita McNairee: *ita's always been a pro at that bedrest following instructions thing... she tackles a contraction with eyes shut and teeth grit*

Aerin Thomas: He purses his lips, and looks to Ita. "Love...can you stay with bed rest for a couple weeks?" Keeping calm...that'll be a trick...

Snow: Carrie comes back in she hands a report to the doctor as she moves to hook up the IV a bag with what looks like clear liquid on it up to the stand there by the bed and then washing out the IV line on Ita's hand once more then hooking up the line so that it starts dripping. The doctor looks up to Ita. "Have you been taking vitamins?"

Ita McNairee: *she opens her eyes, breath coming short as she flicks her gaze from the dr to Aerin. Frightened. she tries to absorb whats going on.. keep calm? a swallow* but .. wha? nae. *her mouth gets something o the usual stubborn set to it.* Ah'm nae gintae be ... jes peaches wha wie ye an ... tha deadies warren.*she looks to the dr* .. aye.

Snow: Dr. Mills nods her head only making sence of half of that Carrie moves back off, and out the door.

Aerin Thomas: He smiles a little...yay, deadies mentioned in front of doctors. "We'll put that off. Your health, and Archibald's, is what's important. Okay?"

Ita McNairee: *nods. ok. we decided something. a noise as she's gripped by another unpleasant cramping, she pushes her head back into the hospital bed with a yelp*

Snow: "Do you want us to give you some time? I can givce you about 10 minutes while I get things ready." the doctor stands up and her and rhonda move to the door, pulling it closed behind them, as they walk out into the hall.

Aerin Thomas: He watches the doctors as they leave, and then sighs when the doors close. He looks back to Ita. "You think we can do it? The no worrying, bedrest thing?" He's not saying it in an admonishing way, an honest question.

Ita McNairee: *panting. she curls a hand up into the man's long brown hair. you're asking her to think clearly when it feels like she's been trampled by angry rhinos? brown eyes search his a minute and then she laughs* oo'll take care o tha wee wan? *criiinge.. her hands tighten and she shakes her head.. no worrying. dogs to feed, pups to train, a baby to take care of, a kin to mend, and a skin head's ass what needs saved.. she shakes her head again*

Aerin Thomas: "I'll take care of Tori, love. I do in fact do it, from time to time." A little smile. "I'll make sure that you don't have to worry about anything but you...as best I can, anyway."

Ita McNairee: *she gives him a tired look., silent as she grits her teeth*.. then lets stop thes affore ah dae a cceaserinsection on me daned self..

Aerin Thomas: "All right." He nods, and leans down, kissing her brow, before stepping away and opening the door. "Uhhh....Doc?"

Snow: Doctor Mills and Rhonda the nurse walk down the hall towards Aerin. The doctor looks to Aerin "What have you decided?"

Aerin Thomas: "Dope 'er up." It's meant to be a joke, and he smiles a little. "We'll wait a few weeks."

Ita McNairee: *When most women wish they were dead during labor, they don't mean it with quite as much authority as the pikey grinding her teeth on the hospital bed currently, eyes shut as she pants*

Snow: She nods her head with a smile. "Okat they." she holkds her hand out for the things she will need from Rhonda, whi hands them over. Rhonda says. "I will go and check on admitting to see about getting her up to a room for the night." then walks off. the Doctor walks into the room. "She will need to stay in, in case, it doesn't work, there are some times that it doesn't. But I am also giving something for the pain." she walks over to the IV looking at Ita. "And it will be okay for the baby and you as well in that regards. " She oulls out and set up administering first the medication to stop the contractions, then seconds later the pain killer. "The pain killer should work pretty fast even if it does take five or ten minutes for the contractions to stop."

Snow: ((Okay then....*headdesks*))

Ita McNairee: ((*laughs*)) *the pikey flinches. staying the night? a worried look to Aerin. lips bit*

Snow: The doctor looks to Aerin. "You can stay with her if you wish, they can bring in a cot or something into the room." a look to both of them. "We just want to make sure that the medication takes effect, and we do not have to go in and do any type of surgery."

Aerin Thomas: "I'll stay." He nods a little. "I...may have to go home for a very short amount of time, to look after someone, but that can wait until later. He's fine for now."

Ita McNairee: *a furrowed brow, a little looser as the painkiller starts to cloud things. hopefully he meant take care of and not "take care of"*

Snow: She pats Ita's shoulder. "I willk be back press the buzzer if you need me or the nurse, otherwise I will be back right before you get admitted." she looks to Aerin. "I will let them know that you are staying. The cafateria is open until 2:30 am, and there is a place right around the corner if you want food."

Ita McNairee: ye'll call Joe? tell hem wha's appened.. ?*she mumbles heavily*

Aerin Thomas: "Of course I will," he says to Ita, smiling to her. "Soon as I can use a phone, I will. Promise."

Snow: Doctor Mills stops as she walks out directing this to Aerin. "The medication should make her and the baby sleep, besides relax, it helps in letting the medication take effect." another smile to Aerin as she heads out. You both can hear her name being paged over the PA once more.

Ita McNairee: *she's soft once more, contractions not soliciting the "seize and kill" response anymore so much as digruntled faces as she rubs her belly grumpily, eyelids heavy. looking exhausted*

Snow: ((It takes about 2 hours to get It'a admitted, a phone is hooked up in her room for Aerin to use. Nurses and a doctor come in and oput throughtout the night to check on Ita and the baby the fetal hearbeat monitor working the whole night through.

Aerin Thomas: Aerin uses the phone to call Joe and let him know, as well as Laidan, Joshua, and anyone else Ita wants him to call and tell, and heads out briefly to go home and come back. He goes out for a couple cigarette breaks an hour, doesn't sleep, and of course, calls into work for tonight.

Ita McNairee: *Ita does some fretting when ever she's awake and not all.. dopey. pets him alot, more to comfort her than him. is worried . they're going to have to cut her open. she gets him to call Claud and leave a message about gunther as well as about her being in the hospital, and she asks who was on the phone*

Snow: ((Okay guys and I am out of here! Hope you both had fun in the hospital, I am glad that all of my medical and Labor and Delivery knowledge has really paid off *S*))

Aerin Thomas: He shows her the text message.

Ita McNairee: ((*laughs* woo! most fun "I've" ever had at a hospital!)

Aerin Thomas: ((*L* It's close between this and Reyna shooting up the hospital for me. But good times, yes. *Nods*))

Snow: ((*S* thanks *hugs and poofs*))

Ita McNairee: *ita frowns and sighs* loves.. can ye message hem back tellen hem tha's nae good reason. an tha ah'd be roond tae gie hes side o thengs effen ah wasnae en tha hospital. ..jes next time yer fer oot a fag?

Aerin Thomas: "Will do," he says with a nod. The situation obviously still bothers him, greatly. But he's putting it aside for now, and nods in acquiescence. "We'll be okay. It'll all work out, all right?"

Ita McNairee: thank ye darlin. *a dopey sort of smile, and a sigh as she begins to drift back to sleep*

Aerin Thomas: He stays there with her, minus the quick trip home, the rest of the night.