[CLOSED] and aim for my heart.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Well, we aren't leaving, okay? Dallas is bringing up me a bag and Bandit a bag and we are going to get as comfy as we can on the floor." He said, laying his head on the bed. He didn't want to think about how close he had come to a panic attack, how Bandit had literally been hysterical, how he felt like if he touched him, it would be the end of it.

"I'll never take for granted your touch again.." He said quietly, another tears falling down his cheek. He chewed on his snake bite, running his thumb over Connor's hand. He stood up, taking Connor's face gently into his hands, and he kissed him, tears spilling down his cheeks. He held him there for a moment, then pulled away, stroking his cheek gently.

"You're not the only one who's scared, baby.." He said quietly.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor met the kiss, letting out a shaky breath, his own tears building up again. "Don't c-cry Deacon..." He whispered brokenly, brushing the tears away. "Sh-shh..shh...it's alr-right..." He hooked his arm around him, hugged him close and rubbed at his back, hating that the words were a lie.

[deacon reid rudman]

He kissed his neck gently, rubbing his arm before he felt his head being pushed away. "Go way." Bandit told him, pushing his head away.

"Defensive girlfriend you got there. Gosh." He pretended to scowl at her, sitting back down in his chair.

"Me." She said, slipping under his arm. She laid her head on his shoulder, wrapping her tiny arms around him as best she could. She closed her eyes, yawning.

"Dallas said she didn't sleep." He said, watching her curl up in the crook of Connor's arm, her red head nestled in his neck. He didn't tell him how frantic she was, knew it would only break his heart.

"Yub oo.." She said quietly before yawning again. She clung to his shirt, obviously scared he was going to leave.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor's eyebrows furrowed. "T-tired baby.." He murmured, running a hand through her hair. "Love y-you too Bandit.." He rested his hand over the back on her head, then her back, keeping her close.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon smiled, then yawned, covering his mouth with his hand. He laid his head on the bed, just closing his eyes when he heard a knock at the door. He looked over at Dallas with her brother.

"Got your stuff." She said with a smile.

"Thanks." He said with a smile, then watched them leave. He pushed the chair back, grabbing one of the thick quilts. He folded it in half, laying it on the floor. He put one of the pillows there, then grabbed the other blanket. He tried to gently pick up Bandit, but she started to scream.

"NO! NO! DA DEE! NO!" She screamed, starting to sob.

"Shh.." He said, rubbing her back gently. She took his hand into hers, then let it go, putting her fingers into her mouth. She sucked on them noisily until she finally fell asleep. Deacon laid down on the blanket, resting his head on the pillow.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor winced when Bandit screamed, gazing at her, then Deacon guiltily.
He worked his jaw some, felt bad. Maybe he should just grow a pair so Deacon could go home.

Eyebrows furrowed at Bandit's antics though. What had happened before he woke up in the ambulence? He was scared to know, ran a hand through his hair, sighing softly. So much for getting better outside of the hospital.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon ran his hands over the bandages beside his nose, yawning. He was used to taking Bandit's naps with her. But he didn't think he would get much sleep on the floor anyways. So he just looked up at the ceiling, then started to move the curtain back and forth. He hummed a bit, then laid on his back again, running his hands through his hair.

"You're okay up there? Bandit isn't wiggling?" He asked, looking over at him. 'He's pissed..' He thought, then took a shaky breath.

[connor crayze sykes]

"I'm f-fine.." He mumbled, offering a faint, halfhearted smile. He ran a hand over Bandit's hair, curling up some though he was careful not to tear anything loose.

Stretching a bit he sighed, didn't feel tired. He must have slept quite awhile. And then realization struck. He must not have waken up.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon watched him with Bandit, smiling a bit. He loved how much Connor cared for her, how well he treated her. She could literally be his red headed step child. But he treated her like his baby. He looked away, tears stinging at his eyes.

"I might have a pair of pajama pants if you'd rather those.." He offered, looking over at him.

[connor crayze sykes]

"Y-yeah.." He mumbled softly, had put his shirt back on before Deacon got there to hide the burns of the defibrillator. It was on the clipboard, sure, but he didn't want Deacon to have to be slammed into that reality.

"Probably m-more comfortable." He had been in a hospital gown, had insisted he get his clothes back, felt too exposed.