[CLOSED] make you feel wanted...

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt woke the next morning to a horrible pain in his chest. He glanced at the clock and saw he had only been sleeping for a few hours -four at the most. He slipped out of the blankets, stumbling to the bathroom. He leaned against the counter, taking a deep breath. It caused him to cough and he doubled over, coughing so hard he started to spit up blood.

'I want to be with her, but the more you break me, the more I can't. When are you gonna cut me a break?' He thought, wiping the blood from his mouth.

I might even heal you, if you do me a little favor..

'Anything..' He thought, doubled over in pain, but all he heard was silence.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey stirred at some point upon realizing the warmth beside her was gone. She sat up, rubbing blearily at her face with a yawn, stretching and looking around.

With a soft hum she padded out of bed and passed her brother still sleep on the couch, frowning. Grabbing a glass of water she made her way to the bathroom, knocked softly. "Hey..Britt...are you okay..?" She murmured, ready to leave him alone if he asked her to.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt heard her knock on the door, and shook his head. "No.." He mumbled, leaning over the sink, blood dripping from his mouth. "On the up side, I look like Hannibal Lecter after he ate that guy's face in Hannibal Rising.." He said, trying to take the edge off of the situation. He coughed again, causing more blood to pour from his mouth. He was half convinced he was voimiting blood, the way it was just pouring out of his mouth.

"Ah, fucker.." He moaned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. 'I'm not going to the hospital..' He thought, realizing he really couldn't afford it, and really didn't want to be poked and prodded.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey swallowed, opening the door slowly, and drew in a sharp breath. "Jeez Britton.." She whispered brokenly, touching hesitantly at his cheek.

She set the glass of water down and reached for a rag, squeezing his hand reassuringly. Her eyes were panicked, but again she clearly had seen similar before..maybe not this completely bad. "You're gonna be okay.." She whispered, not able to convince herself. She gazed at him brokenly, holding the rag helplessly, realizing there was no point in it as she gently rubbed his back.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

He closed his eyes, feeling much better at her touch. He folded his arms across the counter, letting his head hang.

"He said.. he might make me better if I do something for him.. But he didn't say what it was.." He said quietly. "You know.. when I was little.. I would.. my dad would push me on the swing. And I couldn't help but think that that was all I wanted was to be a dad one day.. And now I'm.. I can't.. That was all I ever wanted.. Too bad he can't give me that too. A kid of my own.." He said slowly, looking down at the blood splattered sink.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey kissed his temple gently. "There's always adoption Britton.." she whispered, wiping blood from his lips and chin before running water in the sink. She kept close, just in case. "There's always a way to turn most things around."

She swallowed, hugging him gently for a moment, face pressed to his back. But she hoped desperately he didn't have to do something too horrible to earn his life back..and what about the damage to his body..? How would that be turned around?

If Satan didn't do it she supposed there were transplants. A shaky breath passed her lips and she raised her head again, searching his face.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"It's not the same, Zoe.. That kid isn't mine.. I want to be able to be there with it's mother, watch her stomach grow, feel it move and kick and see those small black and white pictures they give you of it.." He turned around, pulling her close.

"You'd make a cute mommy." He said, kissing her forehead with a smile. He tipped her chin back, looking into her eyes. "Somehow, your touch makes me not hurt as bad." He rubbed her back gently, then yawned. He was used to the short hours of sleep, but it still took a toll on his body.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey swallowed. "There's-.." But she didn't dare speak, afraid of her voice wavering too horribly bad. He was hugging her and she hugged him close, tears rolling down her cheeks. "It doesn't matter about me.." She rasped. "I just wish you could be happy..have what you want..."

She wiped at her face in agitation, realizing she was glad she didn't have make up on yet. She gazed up at him quietly, her lip held beneath her teeth as she searched his eyes.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"Maybe I wanna make a baby with you." He said softly, wondering if he was serious. He leaned down, about to kiss her, then he pulled back, coughing into his sleeve. He held her close to his chest, looking down at her. 'Tell me what I have to do to stay with her..' He pleaded, but got nothing in response.

"I think I like you. A lot." He said, stroking her cheek. He brushed her hair out of her face, stroking her cheek gently. "If I get any better, you wanna be my princess?" He asked, gazing into her eyes.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey's breath caught at that. She smiled sadly up at him. She watched him lean down before he pulled away to cough, and she touched at his own cheek. "Of course...anything for you.." She mumbled softly, hugging at him again. "Mm..." She smiled just slightly, trying to lighten tue mood, hoping desperately that Satan really was willing to turn this around.

She was afraid of what he would have to do. She gazed back up at him once again. "No more sleeping in the truck okay..?" A hand caressed his cheek.