[CLOSED] like a puzzle.

[kellin jon perrette]

Kellin rubbed his back gently, holding him tightly. "No.. I don't think you're crazy, Connor. Not at all. I just think you might be sick is all. It's not uncommon. People who get too hot hear voices all the time." He said, hoping it would make him feel better. He reached up, slowly running his hand through his hair. "Just listen to the TV, okay? Ace will be back with your medicine soon.."

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor swallowed. It felt strange, Kellin holding him, comforting him, instead of Deacon. But unlike Deacon, he had been wiling to have some patience, help. Deacon hadn't. Fresh tears fell a they escaped, but he kept quiet except for his quick breaths as he tried focusing on the drone of the TV.

[kellin jon perrette]

Kellin reached down, gently brushing away his tears. He didn't want to ask what was wrong, was too afraid that something horrible had happened and he would end up feeling like he was intruding. He closed his eyes, leaning back a bit as he got comfortable.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connir couldn't sleep, and jumped occasionally, but otherwise kept close and still, far calmer and less crazed now that he was in a light environment and in somebody's arms. One wing hung off the couch, the other tucled close to his back.

[kellin jon perrette]

Kellin kept him close, gently running his fingers over the small of his back. He looked up when Ace knocked, texting him to come in. The boy walked over, his bright blue eyes watching them warily. He obviously thought it wasn't how things were supposed to be. Connor was Deacon's, right?

"The doctor said take two every four hours. Yeah, it's a lot. But he thinks you're gonna get sicker.." The boy said quietly, handing him the bottle of water and the orange bottle of pills. He left quietly, Kellin rubbing his back gently.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor jumped harshly at the knock on the door, heart rate picking up. He peered up at the ypunger boy warily, reached out and took the bottle before pulling his tranxene from his back pocket. At least he had remembered to grab it. They had taken him off the other stuff he had been on and kept him on what he'd used the past three years. He didn't even wait for Ace to leave before closing his eyes again.

[kellin jon perrette]

Kellin just hugged him close, looking over at the TV. The movie was close to being over, but he didn't want to get up. He just wanted to lay here. It had been a long night, but he assumed it was going to be much harder than it was last night. Especially if Connor kept hearing voices. He ran a hand gently through his hair, leaning back comfortably against the arm of the sofa.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor relaxed a little more again, opened his eyes to gaze at the bottle but didn't dare look anywhere else. He popped the top and tapped two into his palm, swallowed them dry, trying to ignore the laughter. 'Never fall asleep. You won't wake up...' Words he had heard countless times after too many drugs, people trying to help him. Only the voice was a twisted version of Jon's this time. He tried ignoring it.

[kellin jon perrette]

Kellin ran his hand gently up and down his back, a yawn passing his lips. He looked at his phone when Connor took the medicine, setting an alarm for four hours from then. 'This isn't my job.. I put him to sleep.. I'm not supposed to be taking care of him..' He thought, his hand falling to rest on the small of his back.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor hadn't bothered retract his wings back into himself. It was far more comfortable this way, and he was too irritable to think about it right now anyway. He shifted his weight some, studying the few dark feathers on the floor from when he had collapsed earlier, then closed his eyes again, setting his medication bottles aside and resting his head on the arm rest of the sofa. He tugged at his now torn shirt some, rubbing at his wrapped hand while he waited impatiently for the medication to have any sort of effect. What had Ace meant by him getting worse?