[CLOSED] and aim for my heart.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon squeezed his hands gently, looking over at him. "Don't be sorry, baby. Things happen. And it's no one's fault." He stood up, kissing him gently. "I love you, okay? I'm not gonna leave you here alone." He sat back down. He looked up as the doctor came in, squeezing Connor's hand gently.

"How bad does it hurt?" He asked, sitting at the edge of Connor's bed. "I've never seen Deacon freak out like that. You need to stop scaring our coroner." He said with a smile, crossing his arms.

"We can do an ultrasound if it doesn't hurt too bad, or a CT scan if it does. But either way, he's gonna be right there next to you."

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor swallowed, nodding. He tensed uneasily when the other guy came in, even if Deacon was still there, still touching him.
"It h-hurts to touch..." He mumbled, no humor in his voice at the first comment. "And i-it's all cramped up here," He ghosted a slightly shaking hand over his abdomen just above his stomach, pulled up his shirt for him, breaths quick and untrusting, golden eyes uneasy.

[deacon reid rudman]

"I'm not gonna touch you, bud." He said. "You wanna help him out of anything with metal?" Deacon nodded and the doctor left. Deacon gently took out his snakebites, putting them in his pocket. He pulled off his belt slowly, careful not to rock his hips.

"Fuck." He breathed, walking to the door. He talked to a nurse, who grabbed a pair of Deacon's scrub pants for him. He walked back, holding them up. "Look, you got the ones Bandit scribbled on." He said with a laugh, slowly pulling off Connor's jeans and slipping him into the scrubs.

"I'm done torturing you now." He said, leaning over to kiss his forehead.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connornlet out a shaky breath as Deacon went about what he was doing, closed his eyes for a moment. He bit his lip as Deacon finished, snatched up his hand gently. "I don't wanna do th-this..." He rasped brokenly, voice trembling. He hated being here, even if the guy had said he wouldn't touch him.

He didn't want to admit he was scared, but he was. He licked at his lips, just tryong to calm his nerves.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon squeezed his hand gently, looking over at him. "I know you don't, Connor.. And I don't wanna see you like this.. But it's the only way that I can think anymore to keep you safe.. I don't wanna lose you.." He kissed his hand, laying his head down next to him. He took in a shaky breath, biting his lip.

"Everything's gonna be okay, baby.." He said quietly, looking up at him. "I promise. Everything's gonna be okay."

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor only shook his head. "S-sometimes I wonder i-if being dead..if n-not trying to fix th-this, would be more painless than f-fixing things and being s-sick even longer j-just to stay alive..."

A tear rolled down his cheek, reaching to wrap his arms over Deacon's shoulders and neck, pulling him a little closer than before.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon leaned over, hugging Connor gently. He kissed his neck softly, running a hand through his hair. "You're not gonna be sick anymore, Connor.. We're gonna make it better, okay?" He looked him in the eyes. He was terrified of losing the boy, terrified that the boy would die and he would never see him again. He wished he had a way to make him better and keep him forever.

A nurse came in to escort Connor, and Deacon squeezed his hand gently. "I'ma debling and be right there, okay?" He started to take out his earrings, thanking God he hadn't put any of his facial piercings back in. He pulled off his belt, then made his way to the back room where a nurse was watching Connor from a distance. He sat down in a chair across the room, running his hand up and down his arm. "I'm right here, okay? Just take a nap and it'll all be over soon.."

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor shuddered, panic in his eyes now. No way would he be able to sleep. He stared at Deacon desperately, chest rising and falling quickly. Maybe e would have a heart attack from fear and wnd it. But with his luck he'd have a heart attack and live. He scowled mentally, actual expression not changing as he laid his head back, forced his eyes closed.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes. It killed him to know he couldn't go hold his hand. It seemed to take forever. And Deacon hoped Connor was okay over there. He heard the doctor come in and say that he was done, and watched Connor get up. He opened his arms, biting his lip.

"Come here, baby.." He said quietly, the fear in Connor's eyes breaking his heart. "It's all over now. Just come sit with me, okay? We don't have to go back yet."

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor stepped forward, threw arms around him with a shaky breath, hugging him tight. He winced faintly but honestly did care. It was hard to say where his fear came from exactly. He'd spent too much of hi life in the hospital though.