[CLOSED] nothing but broke promises.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon sighed, moving a bit. He put a leg across Connor's, leaning him up against it as he stretched the other out. He pulled off his shirt, wiping his hand before tearing it apart. He could always buy another one. He folded it up, and held it under his nose, holding his breath for a moment to listen to Connor's breathing. "I know, baby. I'm used to dealing with dead people." He mumbled, rubbing his back slowly. He hoped his nose wasn't broken, or what he was about to do was going to hurt like hell.

"Okay, deep breath in." He bit his lip, setting the makeshift rag on his leg. He moved out from beside him, and laid him on his stomach. He moved in front of him, grabbing his nose right where the bone stopped. He just hoped he had a good gag reflex and wouldn't start swallowing blood if it dripped into his throat. "Tell me if you feel sick, babe."

[connor crayze sykes]

Connkr whimpered, wings tucking against himself. He coughed, gagging again as he closed his eyes once more, trying to focus one something else. The next trickle of blood down his throat made his stomach churn.

He let out a shaky breath, a hand digging against Deacon's jeans. "Deac-...." He choked out softly, but clamped his mouth shut so he wouldn't throw up as his body heaved repulsively.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon let go of his nose, hoping it would stop. "Shh.. It's okay if you gotta throw up. I've played with your hair enough since you started that plan. I've seen worse." He held his hand under his nose again, leaning down to kiss his head.

"If you lose too much, I'll get the doctor to come, okay?" He said quietly, stroking his hair with his free hand. "I love you, baby. Okay?"

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor nodded faibtly. "Ok-kay.." He mumbled, tasting the blood over his teeth. He wrapped an arm over his stomach beneath him, careful of the healing surgical wounds.

Another faint groan passed his lips. It was a fucking bloody nose for the devils sake. It shouldn't make him feel so sick. "I-I..Imma n-need a bowl..." He swsllowed.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon shook his head. "I can't leave you. Just spit it out on the floor. I need to mop today anyways." He figured there wasn't anything that just couldn't be cleaned, anything that might be broken if Connor threw up on it. He chewed on his lip, trying to think about how much blood he lost. He thought it wasn't enough to be worried about, granted he hadn't swallowed much.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor eyed the little girls playing quietly together, and his jaw tightened. He didn't want to throw up, was so tired of it... Tired of being sick altogether. He knew he was to blame for not eating, but at the same time, the disease eating at his own stomach hadn't helped. A surgery he had insisted they wait on. He had towo choices. Remove his stomach and connect the asophagus to his intestines, or implant another. If it failed, he was fucked.

He made another choked sound, eyes closing, but the trickle of blood down his throat had stopped, meaning the blood was finally, if not slowly, starting to clot.
His body convulsed just as he began to relax, and he heaved over the side of the bed, heard Christy whimper.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon ran his hand through his hair. He hated seeing Connor hurt, knowing there was nothing he could do about it. He kissed the top of his head, rubbing what he could reach of his back. He heard Bandit call faintly from the floor. "Uh Da dee?" She asked, laying her doll down in her lap.

"It's okay, princess. Daddy's just sick." He mumbled, running his fingers through his hair again, trying to offer some sort of comfort.

"Da dee be Kay?" She asked, fixing the bow in her doll's hair.

"He's gonna be fine. Why don't you go show Christy your new bed?" He suggested.

"Oo wan see?" She asked her, reaching up to take out her pigtails.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor shuddered faintly, curling up beneath the sheild of his own wings.

Christy was watching the interactions in silence, nodded and got to her feet. Careful of Deacon, she stroked one of the dark feathered wings. Connor slumped further in response, relaxing before she padded to the doir, waiting for Bandit.

He shifted his weight again, clearing his throat, and after a few moments longer, his nose finally stopped bleading. Absently he rubbed at a bruised arm, resting his head in Deacon's lap quietly.

[deacon reid rudman]

Bandit watched Christy, then toddled off to her room, showing Christy her new bed and her new doll and her new dresses.

Deacon continued to stroke his hair, closing his eyes as he rested his head against one of the tall poles at the foot of the bed. He heard Bandit babbling about something and smiled. "Bandit's almost getting too big. Seems like just yesterday she wasn't but a teeny tiny baby." He ran his fingers over Connor's cheek. "Christy's getting pretty. I guess it runs in the family." He teased, bending down to kiss his cheek.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor smiled up at him crookedly, eyes still blue since his wings were out, a rather neutral form between human and full fallen. "They're both g-gettin' big," He murmured, laughing softly at the next comment. "Sh-she is, she got i-it from our m-mom...cept the albino, dunno where that c-came from..." He smiled.

"My....brother..." His voice wavered and he swallowed. "Was a d-dirty blonde cos Jon, I-I got the black hair f-fr-rom my mom...the eyes a m-mix of green and brown, both o-of my parents..." He chewed on his lip. Even the happy memories hurt.