Jane whimpered as Simon took her arm out of her dad's grip and wrapped the undershirt from it. She flinched, trying to pull her arm out of Simon's grip as he started examining the wound.

'Stop…' she sighed. He wrapped his arms around Jane's waist, holding her arm so Simon could examine it.

'Jane, he's trying to help you. Stop fighting him,' he said. Simon studied Jane's arm carefully before looking up at Paul. His usually bright blue eyes were dull.

'She's going to need several stitches,' he said 'take her in the kitchen for me. I'll be able to work better in there.'

Jane cried as her dad stood up with her in his arms. Simon picked his medical bag up off the floor and headed into the kitchen to scrub his hands in Jane's sink. Jane wrapped her arms around his neck, his bare chest warm through her thin black shirt. She gasped as she looked over his shoulder as he carried her toward the kitchen, spotting someone standing in her open doorway.

'Who is that?' she whimpered.

Paul frowned as he turned around so that he could see for himself, chuckling when he recognized the young man.

'Avoiding the morning sex bunnies?' he teased him, the laughter not quite reaching his eyes as he turned to keep carrying Jane into her chuckled himself as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

'Yeah…' he said, hoping no one could smell the alcohol, 'Em can get pretty loud..''What's taking so long, Paul?' Simon called from the kitchen. 'Who's out there?'Paul motioned for Josh to follow them as he carried Jane into the kitchen and set her in a chair, smiling as he knelt down beside her and brushed her hair out of her face.

'You're gonna be just fine, baby…' he said softly, 'I promise.'Josh hesitated, staying back out of the way. He cringed the nasty cut on the girl's arm.

'I'm a friend of Emily's and Rebecca's,' he said softly, 'Emily's ex-boyfriend.'

Simon nodded. Josh looked at the wound closer, grimacing as his eyes wandered over it. It looked self-inflicted to him. Simon grinned, trying to keep the situation light.

'So you're Josh,' he mused, 'it's nice to finally meet you.'

Scud nodded. He watched as Simon opened his bag and pull on a pair of gloves.

Simon smiled warmly at Jane.

'Okay, sweetie…' he said in a gentle tone, 'let's get this stitched up…'

Jane winced as Simon rubbed an alcohol swab over her inner forearm to clean away the blood, even as the cut continued to bleed. She flinched and tried to pull her arm free, fighting to stand up.

'LEAVE ME ALONE!' she screamed, 'GET OUT OF HERE! NO!'

'JOSH, GRAB HER LEGS!' shouted Paul, 'NOW!'

Josh didn't even hesitate. He ran over, quickly grabbing Jane's ankles. Jane continued to shriek, trying to fight against her father and the strange boy.

'STOP IT!' she cried, 'LEAVE ME ALONE!'

'Josh!' Paul shouted, moving behind the chair Jane was sitting in to hold her arms, 'grab her legs!'

Josh didn't hesitate. He ran over and knelt in front of the girl's chair and putting his hands on her knees to help hold her down, cringing as she continued to scream and struggle.

'PLEASE!' Jane begged, trying to twist in their grip, 'LEAVE ME ALONE! I DON'T NEED ANY HELP!'

"Please, baby!' said Paul, tightening his grip, 'stop fighting! We're trying to help you!'Simon sighed. He reached into his bag, pulling out a syringe and a vial. He pulled some medicine into the syringe before putting the vial back in his medicine bag and leaning over Jane's arm.

'This is going to numb your arm, Jane,' he said softly, 'that way you'll only feel a slight tugging sensation as I'm stitching you up.'

Jane whimpered. Simon ignored her pleas as he threaded his stitching hook and concentrated on stitching up the cut. He wiped a thick spread of antibiotic cream over the stitches before covering the wound with gauze and taping it down. He straightened up with a nod.

'You can let her go now,' he jerked free as soon as they loosened their grips, jumping up and running into her bedroom. She slammed the door shut, locking it, before collapsing face down on her bed and crying hysterically. She groaned as someone knocked on her bedroom door. She knew it was her dad, but she didn't feel like seeing anyone right then, even if she had called him before she had cut herself.

'GO AWAY!'Paul growled in frustration, banging on the door again.

'JANE NICOLE SMECKER!' he roared, 'YOU COME OUT OF THERE RIGHT THIS SECOND, YOUNG LADY!'Simon cleaned up the mess he had made in the kitchen before stepping into the living room. He looked over at Paul before settling onto the couch.

'Give her some time, Paul…' he said softly, 'both of you need to settle down.'