[CLOSED] and aim for my heart.

[deacon reid rudman]

"I'ma be busy all day anyways." He said quietly, watching him walk off. It hurt him to see Connor the way he was, but it hurt him even more to know he didn't trust him. Deacon sat at the counter, taking a pen into his left hand, and a notebook into his right. He started jotting down all the things he needed to do, and ended up with a page and a half by the time Connor came back out. He grabbed his phone, texting Dallas that Connor was ready, and continued on about his list. He heard Bandit splashing upstairs and shook his head.

"I'm gonna go get Bandit a new bed." He said, putting that on his list. "Because she obviously knows how to get out of her crib.." 'I had all intentions of staying home today, but fuck that.' He thought, scribbling down more on the notepad. He grabbed his phone, texting the head doctor that he couldn't be on call because he had Bandit, and no one to leave her with.

"Milk.. Bottled water.. Diapers.." He mumbled to himself, scribbling them down. "Need anything?"

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor chewed at his lip when he came out and saw the way Deacon was writing things down. He grew angry with the burn in his eyes, lowered his gaze when Deacon asked if he needed anything. "You...." He whispered siftly, gazing back up at him again.

"Deacon I'm s-sorry. I just-...I-It scared me...I didn't want you worried.." He kissed him gently, desperateto get him to look. "I-I'll told you things would only get worse..."
With a shaking hand he lifted his shirt up for Deacon to see.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon shook his head. "I meant from the store." He looked up as Connor kissed him, rubbing his back gently.

"Did you hit something?" He asked, ready to cover all his bases before he freaked out. "How long's it hurt? I'm not trying to scare you but uh.. there's been people in my morgue with bruises like that.. And if you didn't hit anything, you've got a sudden change of plans." He grabbed his ID, ready to go upstairs and get dressed.

"And stop saying you're dying, damnit. I know this, you know this, the American people know this. Just.. stop saying it.."

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor shook his head. "No...i-it's just gotten darker and sore rec-cently.." He admitted. He let out a shaky breath, dropped his shirt and leaned up against the counter. "I can s-stop saying it Deacon...cos i-if I do I'm only tricking mys-self into thinking otherwise." His hands were shaking, he couldn't brush off Deacon's words, ran a hand through his hair absently.

[deacon reid rudman]

"You are not. Dying. Connor." He said, his teeth clenched together. He ran upstairs, pulling on a pair of jeans and a t shirt. He stuffed his ID in his pocket, then grabbed Bandit out the tub, quickly drying her and getting her dressed. He heard a knock at the door, and groaned.

"Connor's-" Dallas started, but Deacon just handed the baby to her, careful not to touch her.

"Connor's gotta go." Deacon grabbed him by the hand, moving carefully past Dallas to get to his car. He slid into the driver's seat

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor blinked. "Tell Ch-christy I love her," He whispered as he passed Dallas, working his jaw. He slipped into the passengers seat, drawing his seat belt on, avoiding his upper stomach as he rested his head dejectedly against the window. He stared out it in silence, breaths quick.

[deacon reid rudman]

Dallas nodded, watching them worriedly. Bandit waved bye-bye to them, and it almost broke Deacon's heart. He reached over, unbuckling Connor's seat belt.

"I'm not worried about a fucking ticket. Go lay down in the back." He started the car, leaning back in his seat. Dallas walked over and Deacon opened his door.

"What happened?" She asked.

"Connor just got hurt is all." He reached up, playing with one of Bandit's hands. "You guys can just hang here or whatever. I'm probably gonna need you to bring me my clothes, though." She nodded, glancing back at Connor.

"I'll tell her." She said with a smile.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor chewed on his lip, obeying in silence and getting out of the car. He slipped into the back, curling up on the seats, an arm draped protectively over his stomach.

He swallowed at Deacon's reply towards Dallas. He wanted Christy to know, but at the same time he didn't.
Relaxing some at Dallas' words he just closed his eyes. But he wasn't able to hide the tears, wasn't able to stop them from rolling down his cheeks.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon drove carefully to the hospital, and once there, he made a call. The doctor over the ER today came out, and Deacon got out of the car, clipping his ID to his belt. He talked to him for a minute, then climbed in the back seat, kissing Connor's forehead before picking him up gently. He carried him inside through the maze of doors and hallways, then laid him down in one of the beds.

"He said he's gonna get a staff on it, okay? A couple of minutes." He laid his head on the bed, closing his eyes. 'I don't ask for much, okay? Just don't take him now.. Please..' He prayed, his hands threading into his hair.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor clung to him tightly as he was lifted, refusing to look at anybody looking their way, to see where they were. His heart was racing, breaths quick. Not because of his predicament but because of where they were and the idea on others touching him.

He swallowed when he felt the bed beneath him, gazed at Deacon's bowed form. He took his hand in both of his own, wondered if not earing had anything to do with this or if it was one of the reasons it hurt to eat. Obviously it was bad. "I'm s-sorry..."