[CLOSED] and aim for my heart.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon had called Dallas for her to bring Bandit back, and soon had her bed done. He brought her upstairs, setting her in the new bed. She gasped, laying down on it. Then she wiggled a bit, and sat up again.

"Boo-kit." She said, pointing to one of the buckets on her bed sheets.

"Mhm. And what's that?" He asked, pointing to a fish.

"Iff!" She exclaimed.

"And that?" He pointed to a shovel.

"Uh.." She bent over, peering at it.

"Shovel?"

"Yuv-yul." She said, then clapped her hands. He smiled up at her, rubbing her cheek gently.

"Daddy loves you, princess."

"Yub oo." She said, leaning down to kiss his cheek.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor drew in a deep, shuddering breath, eyes opening somewhat, wheezing some. He coughed some, then nestled up further. As it the tiredness wouldn't go away. eyes closed again, breaths only occasional now.

He wasn't tangled in the blankets anymore, but above them, body limp.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon glanced at his watch, then picked Bandit up off the bed, setting her on her feet.

"Go see daddy." He told her with a smile, and he followed her to the bedroom, watching her walk unsteadily on her feet. She toddled over to where Connor slept, and tried to reach for him. She grunted, trying to pull up on the bed.

"Weech, da da. Weech." She cried, and he picked her up, setting her beside him. She climbed over his legs, then crawled up to his face, giving him many kisses.

"Uh dad-dee!" She said, pushing his shoulder.

"Come on, baby. You're never gonna sleep tonight." Deacon said, reaching for him before drawing his hand back quickly. "Connor?"

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor didn't stir, a faint breath passing his lips, a thread of life still there. When Bandit pushed on his shoulder he onky reacted with the force, nothing else changing.

His fingers twichted a little, but without looking close enough, feeling his slow heartbeat, he practically looked dead.

[deacon reid rudman]

Bandit looked up at Deacon. "Da da.. Dadee seepin."

"Like hell he's sleeping.." He said, putting his head in his hands. He leaned against the bed, pulling his phone from his pocket. He called the doctor again, who told him to bring him back.

"I can't touch him.." He whispered, tears falling down his cheeks. "You don't get it.. He's just like all of you now.. He's not my Connor anymore. Just get someone here." He hung up the phone, putting his head back in his hands. He listened to Bandit's attempts to wake him up, her sweet voice turning into shreeks, pleas for him to wake up.

"Da dee.." She cried, laying her head on his chest. Deacon heard the paramedics come up the stairs, and Bandit scream, not wanting to be taken away from him. She crawled over to Deacon, and he held her close.

"Just tell him you love him." He said quietly.

"Yub oo, da dee." She cried, watching them leave with him.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor was jerked awake, a painful burning over his chest. He shuddered.
"Heart stopped," Somebody said. He looked around wildly, knew they were heading for the hospital, panicked. Where was Deacon? What had happened?

He yanked away the oxygen with a shaky breath, trying to get up. They restrained him, holding him against the stretcher firmly even when he bit somebody in the hand.

"You need to calm down or you're really going to kill yourself," Somebody snapped. "I...need D-" The oxygen was put back in place as he was pulled out and into the hospital, assigned a room.

He struggled as they seitched the mask for a tube up his nose and taped it, attached him to intravenous and a monitor.
He worked his trembling jaw, curling up on the bed, couldn't hide his angry and startled tears. 'I just wanna be okay..be with Deacon and Bandit..ehy's this gotta happen?' He sniffed softly, feeling them roll down his cheeks.

[deacon reid rudman]

"See da dee?" Bandit asked, yanking on the string of the balloon a nurse had given her. She stuck her lollipop back in her mouth, allowing Deacon to carry her up the stairs. She cried out, and he sat her back down.

"Sniff him out." He said with a laugh, and she started walking down the hall, peeking into each of the rooms. She chewed on her sucker a bit, bouncing her balloon. She peeked into one, and her face brightened.

"DA DEE!" She exclaimed and toddled over to him. Deacon smiled, rounding the corner just after her. "Up?"

"No up. We can't play on daddy today." He told her, running his fingers through her fine red hair. She reached out a pale hand, grasping onto his finger.

"It kay." She told him with a smile. Deacon leaned over, kissing his forehead. "Hey, handsome."

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor was past tears when they walked in, a numb feeling settling over his emotions. He smiled faintly at Bandit but it didn't reach his eyes, running his thumb over her small hand.

"Hi.." He mumbled at Deacon's words. He was far fron handsome...especially right now. But he was in no mood to bicker about it right now, led Bandit closer and kissed her forehead.

[deacon reid rudman]

Bandit smiled brightly at his kiss, bouncing her balloon some more. "Boon!" She said, handing it over to Connor. But it slipped and she watched it float to the ceiling.

"Uh oh, da da." She told Deacon and he jumped up, grabbing it by the string. He handed it to her again and she let it go. He grabbed it before it could float away, glaring at her.

"Bandit Javier, I'm not in the mood for you to be messing around." He said and she giggled, rounding the bed. She climbed into one of the chairs, then into the bed next to Connor, laying her head on his arm.

"Me." She smirked at Deacon and he shook his head.

"Spoiled. That's what you are. Rotten to the core." He pulled up a chair, looping the balloon string around it. "How you feeling, baby?" He asked, reaching over to take his hand. He knew Connor was probably pissed he was at the hospital, and Deacon guessed he could live with that.

"Yub oo, da dee. Yub oo." She told him, her bright blue eyes looking up at him in admiration.

"That little girl loves you, yeah.." He said with a smile.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor watched the two before he felt Bandit clambering into the bed. He wrapped his arm around her gently, being rather sensitive about being touched.

Attention was turned back to Deacon, lacing his fingers through the older males. "Too a-awake.." He mumbled. "Scared.." He swallowed some, closing red rimmed eyes in momentary grief. But the two familiar voices, the words 'I love you' no matter how clear or unclear, relaxed him a little bit.

He was okay still...for right now...
He just wished he could do more about it...no way pancreaitis was the only problem currently eating away at his life. He knew it, Deacon knew it. His records said it and tests would show it. There was no escape.