[Deacon] Family Visitation?

[connor crayze sykes]

The paramedics got out as soon as they could, short on time to get him back. Connor would have passed out had he not been hurting so bad. They got him into intensive care as soon as they were there, pumped his stomach and flushed it. He opened his eyes at some point, a tube still down his throat, taped in place, oxygen through his nose, IVs and catheters attached. Tears fell down his cheeks, scared to death.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon slowly paced the waiting room, a sleeping bandit on his shoulder. He slowly rubbed her back, tears falling down his cheeks. He was worried and scared, horrified that he wasn't in there to keep him safe. He was tired of hospitals. But mostly he was tired of Connor's dad. 'I can't have my own husband because of him..' He thought.

[connor crayze sykes]

Somebody went out to let Deacon know Connor was awake, but in critical care until they were sure he would be okay off machines. Connor trembled, closing his eyes helplessly.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon walked in with Bandit, looking over at Connor. He sat down heavily in the chair, hugging their daughter close to him. He reached over for his hand, taking it gently.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor opened his eyes again, red with tears as he looked over at them as best he could. He drew in a trembling breath, gripping his hand a little tighter. A nurse checked his vitals, then began to work the tube from his throat. Connor's grip tightened on Deacon's hand, and as soon as it was out he bent over the bed, getting sick. The nurse patted his back gently, telling Deacon what foods he should avoid until his intestines, stomah and throat weren't so raw. "Warm liquids and soft foods, no acids. If he's stable, we'll release him in the morning." She gave Connor a dose of painkillers and he rolled onto his side, reaching to touch Bandit's cheek.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Yes ma'am. Thank you." He said quietly, laying Bandit down gently beside him. He leaned over, kissing his forehead gently. "We aren't going anywhere tonight." He told him, squeezing his hand gently. He wasnt going to make him stay here alone. Not even if they wanted him to leave.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor smiled feebly, draping and arm around Bandit, careful of all the wires. "I-I love you.." He rasped, wincing.

[deacon reid rudman]

"I love you too." He breathed, holding his hand tightly. He closed his eyes, leaning back in his seat. "I love you so much."

[connor crayze sykes]

"I'ma be ok-kay baby..." He slurred. But it hurt to even talk, brought tears to his eyes. He swallowed, whimpering with the pain of it as he closed his eyes.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon wasn't so sure about that. Connor was never okay. He was always on the verge of death. He leaned over, kissing his cheek softly. "Just sleep so you can get better." He said quietly.