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Getting Help By Jessie

Hannah looked at the bottle sitting in front of her. Opening it slowly, she pours several of the pills into the palm of her hand. Almost defiantly, the 30 year old woman swallowed the sleeping pills and quickly chased them with a shot of alcohol. Thinking about the past year of her life, tears began to roll down her cheeks.

"Don' need anybody." She muttered, taking another drink, looking at the pill bottle. "Don' anybody need me either."

Picking the pill bottle up, Hannah swallowed several more and waited for the pills to start their job. Just then, the phone rang. Not knowing why she was bothering, Hannah answered it after the fourth ring.

"Yesh?" Hannah slurred.

"Hannah? What's wrong sis?" Amy asked, startled. She knew her sister had gone through some rough times lately, but the sound of Hannah's voice sent a chill down her back.

"Ain' nothin' wrong sish, juss havin a good ol' time. Visitin shome ol' friens ish all." Hannah started crying.

"Hannah, I am coming over." Amy insisted.

"Noooo, don' n need nobody to come see me." Hannah sobbed.

"Sis, you get that door opened and I AM coming over." Amy paused. "Have you taken anything sis?"

"I ain' taken nothin ain' shposed to take." Hannah lied.

Amy hung up the phone, feeling a sense of urgency she had never felt before. On instinct, she called the EMS system and told them about her concerns and was promised that a medical team would be sent to check on her sister. Driving as fast as she dared, she actually refused to stop when she saw the flashing lights of a police hovercraft behind her. As she reached her sister's house, the police officer got out of his vehicle angrily. Before he could say anything, she blurted out.

"I'm sorry officer! I think my sister is in danger. I talked to her a few minutes ago and she sounded like she had taken something. I called. . . " At that moment the Emergency Medical Team pulled into view.

Seeing this, the officer hurried to the door and knocked loudly. "What's your sister's name?"

"Hannah."

"Hannah?! Please come to the door. It's the medical team and your sister." He didn't want to mention he was a police officer in case she got stubborn. "Your sister is quite worried about you."

"Go 'wayy. Don' need nobody to worry bout me no more." Hannah stated weakly, standing behind her closed door. "Don' want nobody to worry bout me no more."

"Ma'am, please. Let us come in and talk to you. We just want to make sure you are ok." Trying a different tack, the officer told the distraught woman, "Ma'am, if we don't at least see you and see that you are ok, we could be charged with abandonment. All I need you to do is sign a piece of paper saying you don't wish to be seen by a doctor. Then we will leave you alone. OK?"

Hannah opened the door slowly and turned away before she even saw who was standing there.

"Come on in if ya gotta." She slurred, staggering to the couch. Once she got there, consciousness failed her and she slumped down.

"Alright guys, let's get her to the hospital!" The head of the EMS team directed. Quickly they loaded Hannah's limp body onto the stretcher and began their work.

"Ma'am" The officer began. "Follow me, I can get you to the hospital without having to worry about being stopped."

"Thank you soooo much officer. I appreciate it." Amy answered, hurrying to her own hovercar.

Amy worried the entire way to the hospital, wondering what she would find when she got there.

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"Hannah?" Came a deep voice. "Can you hear me sweetie?"

"I can hear you." A tiny voice answered. "Wha's wrong with my voice?"

"Nothing is wrong sweetie. We. . . " The voice stopped as Hannah sat up and noticed the tiny body she now had. Tears slipped down her cheeks. The owner of the deep voice picked up the 4 year girl and sat her in his lap. "Shhhhh sweetie. It will be okay now. Everything will be okay." The psychiatrist sat rocking Hannah as Amy stood close by, crying also.

"Hannah? Do you remember last night sweetie?" The doctor asked gently.

"Uh huh." Came the quiet, little girl voice.

"We had to rejuve you sweetie. We had no choice. You almost died from that overdose you took. Thankfully your sister had called the EMS team before she got to your house." The doctor told her. "Did you really want to die honey?"

"N-nooo. But. . ." Hannah closed her mouth.

"But you wanted to stop hurting? It's ok baby. No one is going to be mad at you for being lonely sweetie. We want to help you. OK?" The doctor asked, rocking slowly.

"K-k-kayy. Amy?" Hannah looked around for her now older sister.

"Yes Hannah?" Amy rushed to her sister. "I'm here. Please don't be mad at me." Amy blurted out her biggest fear, knowing Hannah's dislike of the idea of rejuvenation.

"I n not mad sissie. You mad at me?" Hannah whispered, tears starting down her tiny cheeks again.

"I was for a little while sweetie, but I'm not now. I am just scared and wondering why you didn't call me and talk." Amy told her baby sister, looking a little stern.

"I . . . I dunno." Hannah looked down. Looking back up at the doctor, Hannah asked fearfully, "Where'm I gonna live now?"

The doctor looked up at Amy, questioning her with his eyes. "You can come live with me if you want to sweetie." Amy answered for him. Hannah nodded shyly.

"You gonna be my Mommy? An Jim gonna be Daddy?" Hannah questioned, still not looking at her sister.

"I need to call Jim and see what he says, but yes, if you want us, you can call me Mommy." Amy answered quietly. Hannah just nodded her blonde head. "Honey? One more thing." Hannah finally looked up. "When we get home, I am going to give you a spanking."

"Whyyyyy?" Hannah cried. "I nooo wannnaaa spankinnnn."

"Because you were naughty. You didn't call me or let me know you needed help. You need to learn to let others help you when you need to. And, if I know you, you NEED a spanking to forgive yourself." Amy told the weeping baby. "Am I right?"

"Y y yessss'M, but. . . I donn' w w wannnaa spankinnnn." Hannah lifted her arms and Amy picked up her new daughter, cuddling her close.

After getting instructions from the doctor and being discharged from the hospital, Amy took her daughter to have the Psi mark placed on Hannah's tiny wrists. Hannah wailed when she saw them and Amy held her close as she placed Hannah into her childseat in the hoovercar. Hannah soon cried herself to sleep and didn't wake up until after Amy had laid her down on her new bed. Sniffling, Hannah pulled herself out of the bed and wandered downstairs. Hearing Amy and Jim talking, she sat on the stairs to listen.

"Are you sure Jim? I know it's going to take a lot of effort to raise her. She needs a lot of attention. Attention that Mom and Dad never showed either one of us as Kidern." Amy warned him.

"I'm sure sweetheart. I've always liked Hannah. I know what she's going to need." Smiling gently, Jim cupped Amy's chin in his hand. "Her baby sister needed much of the same attention when I first met her." Amy flushed and smiled. Just then, Hannah's baby voice piped in.

"So you really gonna be Mommy an Daddy?" The couple smiled and turned to see a tousled blonde head barely peeking into the kitchen.

"Yes baby." Jim answered, opening his arms. Hannah obediently trotted into the kitchen and allowed Jim to pick her up. "But you need to know something sweetie. If you are naughty, or disobet Mommy or Daddy, do you know what is going to happen?" He asked gently?

"I gonna g get a spankin?" Hannah guessed.

"That's right sweetie. We want you grow up as a happy well-behaved little girl. I know you need lots of loving and cuddling. You will get that too. But your Mommy and I will pull down your panties and spank your bottom if you are naughty. OK?" Jim looked down.

"Yes sir. I unnerstand." Hannah told her new Daddy. Looking at her new Mommy, Hannah cuddled her head on Jim's chest. Amy understood why she was so shy around her.

"Baby? We need to go take care of something don't we?" Amy held out her hand, hoping she wasn't going too fast. Hannah slid out of her Daddy's lap and took Amy's hand, starting to cry a little.

"Y Yesss Mommy." Hannah answered sadly. Amy led Hannah upstairs to the little girls room and sat on Hannah's bed.

"Why is Mommy going to spank you sweetie?" Amy wanted to be sure that Hannah understood the reasons behind her spanking.

"Cause I hurted myself?"

"No baby. That was because you were sad and felt like you were alone. I am going to spank you to remind you that I am alwayyysss here if you need help. That there is no reason to hurt yourself. Ever. Understand?" Amy had lowered Hannah's shorts and panties as she spoke and lifted the small child over her lap.

"Y y yessss Mommyyyy." Hannah started wiggling.


 * SPANKKK* *SMACCKKK* WHAAPPPP*

"OOOWWWWWWWWWWW! Mommmmyyyyyyyy"

"I don't ever want to hear *SMACKK SMACCKKK SMACCCKKK* that you needed help *CRACKK CRACKKK CRACKKK* and didn't ask for it again. *SWATTTSWATTTSWATTT* Understand?" Amy spanked hard and fast, wanting this to be over quickly.

"Yeeeoooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww nooooo moorreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. I unnnnersstannnndddd. OOOWWWWWWWWWW Mommmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy" Hannah wailed as Amy lit a fire in her poor bottom.

"Good girl!" Amy finish spanking Hannah with a rapid flurry to her sitspot, causing the bawling child to buck frantically on her lap. *WWHHAAPPPP CRACKKKK SWAAAATTTT SMMACCCCKKKKK*

"OOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWW Mommmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy I s s sooowwwwwwwwwwwwwyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" Hannah lay over her Mommy's lap and cried out her grief and pain.

Lifting Hannah up into her arms, Amy cuddled her close, crying too. "Shhhhhh baby, it's allll over now. Mommy and Daddy are here. Shhhhhhhhh" Amy rocked slowly as Hannah cried herself to sleep again. Laying her down, Amy bent down and kissed the tiny face and covered her daughter up. Turning, she saw Jim standing in the doorway and slowly walked into his arms. Jim kissed his wife and smiled at the little girl sleeping, thumb inserted in her mouth.

"She's going to be fine sweetheart. She has us here to help her. After all, she's got the best Mommy is the world." Jim smiled again and kissed Amy, led her downstairs after closing Hannah's door softly.