[CLOSED] and aim for my heart.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Shh.." Deacon pulled him gently into his lap, rubbing his back slowly. He kissed his neck gently, holding him a close as he dared. "It's okay, baby.." He whispered into his neck, still rubbing his back. "I'm proud of you. You stayed more still than Bandit. And she loves hard beds." He said with a smile.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor smiled just slightly, but the action was strained and hidden against Deacon's shoulder. He straightened up some, kissed him gently on the lips, trying to ease up some of his fear and stress before he drove himself into a panic atrack.

[deacon reid rudman]

He kissed him back, cupping his cheek gently in his hand. He ran his thumb over the skin there, thinking that under normal circumstances, he wouldnt just be kissing the boy. He pulled away slowly, really not wanting to break the kiss.

"So what did you and Christy all do yesterday?" He asked, trying to get Connor to think happy thoughts. "Bet it's more fun than what I did."

[connor crayze sykes]

"Baked cookies a-and went swimming," He murmured softly. "Dallas and h-her h-h-have a place now.." Dread was creeping up on him. He just wanted to know what else was wrong with him now on top of everything else. It seemed his body was getting too weak to fight off other problems now.

[deacon reid rudman]

"They do? Is it nice? I haven't been swimming in ages. Been thinking about getting Bandit one of those plastic ones that you just fill up. But knowing her, shed try and squeeze me, you, and the sand box in there and make a beach." He shook his head, laughing a bit. "I've created a monster."

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor smirked faintly at this, absently running fingertips up and down Deacon's arm, the other hand resting on his own aching stomach. "Yeah i-it's nice.." He murmured. "Maybe we sh-should go some time, me a-and you..." If he lived long enough for the chance to.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Swimming is you and Christy's thing." He said, watching Connor's fingers trail up and down his arm. He looked up at him, kissing him softly. He rubbed his back gently, suddenly becoming very aware of Connor's warm lips against his, the boy's frail body against his chest. Like he had been in a fog before, and just now realized he was there, really there.

"It's hard to believe you're mine.." He said quietly, his voice cracking.

[connor crayze sykes]

"But I-I am," He murmured, smiling. Again he kissed him, eyes the door. "When we get r-results..?" He mumbled, resting his head against Deacon's collarbone. He curled up in his lap like a child, but at the moment, was again tha boy forced to grow up far too fast.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon held him close, rubbing his side. "A little bit, okay?" He closed his eyes, laying his head on top of Connor's. It felt like forever, but eventually the doctor came back in.

"Thought you guys would have gone back to the room." He said with a laugh and Deacon shook his head.

"Nah. He hates hospitals. I figured we would just sit here for awhile. That way he wouldn't have to walk back." He rubbed Connor's back, kissing his forehead.

"Okay, buddy. Well.." He leaned against the wall, squatting down so he could look at Connor. "On a scale of one to ten, ten being hit by a truck. How bad are you hurting?" He asked, lacing his fingers together.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor raised his eyes warily as the doctor came in, kept curled up against Deacon. "S-six or seven," He mumbled, coughing with a grimace. "M-more if I'm moving around.." He shrugged indifferently. Now that the guy was here he was hesitant about even wanting to know anymore.