[b]Katie - Woods - Lauren, Bull[/b]

Katie face showed her heart breaking. "No!" she screamed. "Not my daddy, no!"
She started to cry her eyes out, wracking sobs that shook her small body. "Daddy! Daddy!"
She barely felt the arms that wrapped around her, barely heard the words that were spoken. She wanted her daddy...

Her mommy had gone away. Her big brother had gone away. Why did her daddy leave her?
"I want my daddy," she sobbed. "Make him come back. I don't want him to go away like mommy. I want my daddy back. Bring him back," she begged.

It was a long time before she finally quieted down. Large tears still spilled down her cheeks, her eyes red and swollen, her lip trembling. Katie stared off into space, not speaking or making any kind of sound.
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[b]Jessalyn - Woods - Floyd[/b]

Jess took the bottle he offered gratefully, hurriedly drinking a large mouthful. She took about sip and savored it, letting it sit in her mouth for several minutes before swallowing. 
Then she handed him the bottle. "Here. You need to drink to," she said, having left half of it for him. They would need to share everything from here on out.

She watched him make a fire almost out of thin air. He was so incredible to her. It seemed like he could do anything. He was unlike any man she had ever known before. Certainly different from Bruce.

The thought of her baby's father made her wince in pain. She stared into the fire, the light playing off of her hair and making her eyes seem to glow.
"The leader of Haywood was the father of my child," she said, needing to talk about it. She hugged herself, looking small and fragile. "When I told him about the baby being his, he tried to kill me. He said he wanted me dead, me and the bastard child inside of me," she said, her voice starting to break a little. It still hurt to think about it. This had been the first chance she'd had to sit and really reflect on what had happened to her in the last few days. The weight of everything started to weigh on her shoulders, making her feel emotionally drained and physically and mentally exhausted.

Tears swam in her eyes, but she wouldn't let them fall. "Eli died trying to stop him," she continued. "He tried to stop Bruce's madness. "In the end... I think he was a good man. At least, he tried to be."

She looked up at him, her eyes heavy with sleep. Getting up, she moved closer to him without asking if it was alright. She needed to be near someone, to have some kind of human contact with someone who wasn't trying to kill her or use her.
Sitting beside him, she laid down so that her head was nearly touching his leg. Knowing that he was near made her feel safe enough to relax.
"Don't leave me," she murmured as her eyes drooped closed.