[CLOSED] and aim for my heart.

[deacon reid rudman]

"It's okay, Connor.." He said, kissing the top of his head. He looked over at the doctor, who looked worried.

"Well, I'm almost a hundred percent sure it's chronic pancreatitis. A very severe case, in fact. But from the looks of you, it's gotten worse because you haven't eaten. We're gonna get the nutritionist to make you an eating plan, and I wan't you to follow it. Even if it makes you sick. Your body is going to reject the food until you get used to it. But I want you to stay here, for me. So we can get some fluids in you, okay? Deacon can stay here with you. He can even put in your IV if you don't want anyone touching you. I just think you need to stay." The doctor said calmly.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor let out a shuddering breath. He buried his face against Deacon. He'd had it acute before. They had figured out alcohol, mistewtment of his body, lack of nutrients. He had only continued with everything. And now it was chronic.
"I-I don't wanna stay here.." He rasped brokenly. "I h-hate bein' here..." This on top of earlier plans to get tested for anything else meant a long stay.

Little did he know his liver was failing, kidneys going bad, lungs. Stomach cancer forming currently unnoticed. But he'd neglected to get checked up for those three years, only being told little things when he was in the hospital for suicide or sickness.

But he hadn't had an official check up. And luckily they were only focused on this right now. Because facing the fact that so many things were wrong would be far too much for him to handle right now.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon sighed, rubbing his back. He wouldn't make him stay if he didn't want to. Even if he knew he really needed to. He kissed the top of his head, tears slipping down his cheeks.

"Just stay here. I'll get her to make up the plan." He said, quickly writing out a prescription for pain medicine. Deacon took it with a nod, rocking Connor slowly.

"We'll be home in a little while. But you have to follow this plan, Connor.. No more not eating. You're gonna kill yourself." He did nothing to hide the tears, just gently rubbed Connor's back.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor shivered, tears rolling down his own cheeks as well. "I'm s-s-sorry..." He whispered brokenly, swallowing at the last words Deacon spoken. He didn't agree though, didn't dare make promises. Because he knew he would only continue to fight it.

Gently he brushed Deacon's tears away. He didn't tell him it was okay though. He refused to lie.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon just nodded, knowing Connor wouldn't follow it and that he was just going to watch the boy die. He wished for a moment he hadn't found him, then maybe he wouldn't be in so much pain, in love with someone who didn't want to live, not even for him. He knew the only person keeping him alive was Christy, that no one would ever mean near as much to him as she did.

He closed his eyes, leaning his head against the wall again.

"Doctor Rudman?" He looked up to see a nurse standing there. He raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah?"

"Doctor Schexnaydre needs you.. He said it's really important."

Deacon sighed, setting Connor down in the chair. "Don't touch him, don't let anyone in, where the fuck is my- thank you." He took his ID from her, clipping it to the bottom of his shirt. She closed the door behind him, standing away from Connor. After a moment, Deacon's scream was heard down the hall. "YOU BROKE MY NOSE, YOU FUCKING PRICK!"

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor laid there a moment, guilt washing over him, and he looked up. "Deacon-..." The nurse walked in, cutting him off, and he worked his jaw in brief agitation.
Deacon got up and left and Connor dropped his head into his hands, fingers tangling in his hair.

He jumped at the shout, spinning to look at the door. Who had touched him though...?
Eyeing the nurse, he made a mkve to get up.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon walked back in, holding his face in his hand, blood pouring from his fingers. "Fix this." He told her, and she walked of. He leaned against the wall, keeping his head down, blood dripping to the floor between his feet. She came back with a tissue, handing it to him. The doctor came back in, looking at Deacon's bloody hand, shirt, and the puddle of blood.

"He didn't want to stay that bad?" He asked jokingly and Deacon shook his head.

"Shake needed me to evaluate an OBVIOUSLY crazy person. And when I leaned over to look at his chart he kicked me in the nose." He said, tipping his head back so the nurse could tape his nose.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor stared at him in disbelief, feeling bad that Deacon was probably having a worse day than he was at this point.

He bit his lip, wondering if Deacon was harmless if his skin wasn't directly touched by anothers as he watched her fix his nose.

He drew his knees up, buried his face dejectedly.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon felt her fingers close to his face and drew in his breath. "Woah. Okay, you're done." He said quickly, drawing away from her. She nodded and walked over to the doctor. Seemed like everyone around here was terrified of him. And they had every right to be. He was death.

He turned to the doctor, running his hand over his nose. "All this sexy gone to waste." He said, carefully taking the paper from him. He looked over it, raising an eyebrow. "Really? He starts out with an ounce of milk for a week? My daughter drinks a gallon in two days."

"But his body is going to reject it. So he has to start small." Deacon nodded, leaning down to kiss Connor.

"You okay, babe?"

[connor crayze sykes]

"Guess so," Connor mumbled. There was no feeling in the voice though, only defeat. He was tired of arguing and dealing with all this, didn't want tofight with Deacon, didn't want him hurt.

He stared atthe floor in more of a depressed manner, toying with a string on the scrubs Deacon had put on him.