"You'll be fine... I promise... I... You need to be fine..." [b]Grant was crying as well now, as they neared the house. He kicks the door completely off the hinges, which pushes the prosthetic into his flesh on the stump of his leg. He doesn't even flinch. He just whispers under his breath.[/b] "I can't lose you goddammit... I'm not losing another kid..." [b]He sat her down on the couch, grabbing healing powder and a bottle of butter drink. He hands her the bottle, and begins to rub healing powder on her. Blood was spilling from the place the bad prosthetic had pierced him, but he didn't even seem to notice. He was too determined.[/b]