[CLOSED] common ailments?

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon groaned, grabbing the boy by an arm. He yanked him up off the ground, shoving him towards the ambulance. "I ask myself that every fucking day. Why don't you go ask him yourself? Or would you rather ride in the back with that boy toy of yours? Unless you feel like crying on the pavement some more." He yanked open one of the back doors, and Marc's screams grew louder.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Deacon screamed at him, and he shut up, still yanking on his restraints. "Get in the fucking ambulance. And if you do anything more than hold his hand, I'm going to break your face." He said, nodding for him to get him. Marc groaned, arching his back. What little life he had left, Deacon had took. But he still felt every pain of turning. And it hurt.

"Let me go, Deacon.." Marc pleaded, and Deacon shook his head.

"Be a good boy and keep quiet, would you? And stop fucking thrashing. Damn." He shook his head.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony glared coldly, flipping him off. "Fucking bitch," He muttered. "No friend of Marc, that's for sure. You don't care bout no one, locking people up and taking lives." He scowled bitterly, taking Marc's hand tightly. "It's okay baby..." He whispered softly. "Just prove to the asshole you're fine and we can go back home..." He kissed him gently on the lips, watching the pain in his eyes with a frown, breaths wavering.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon couldn't help wishing that was all he cared about. But he cared about the people he had to go claim. He didn't want to. But he had to. He climbed in after them, pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket. He unfolded it, then started filling it in. He leaned back, watching Marc the entire way. He could tell the boy wasn't crazy. But when he got a complaint, he couldn't just let them go. Or he would have.

"What's your name?" He asked Marc, moving over to the other side of him.

"Marcus." He mumbled, looking over at Tony.

"And your date of birth?"

"July thirty-first."

"Where were you born?"

"Here."

"What color are Tony's eyes?"

"Blue." Marc smiled, squeezing Tony's hand.

"And mine?"

"A green that looks like those glow in the dark bracelets.." He glanced over at Deacon. "Why does Tony have scratches on him?"

"Because he threatened Connor. Come at me." Deacon dared him.

"You're not fucking worth it." Marc spat.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony smiled faintly back, then glared at Deacon. "You'd never question you're dying boyfriends sanity, even when he's high," He muttered under his breath.

"Obviously Marc's just fine." He looked away stubornly, brushing his thumb over Marc's hand, rubbing at his scraped arm.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon glared at him, gritting his teeth. "You're pushing it, Tony." He said, and Marc almost came up off the bed.

"You're walking a very thin line. You'd better just lay there and shut up." Deacon told him, and Marc settled for attempting to glare holes into him. The ambulance stopped, and Deacon folded the piece of paper again, putting it into his pocket. He grabbed the end of the stretcher, yanking it towards him. Marc glared at him again, then the other nurses came, wheeling him into the back exit of the hospital. Deacon waited for Tony to get out before he followed him inside. He followed them to a glass room, where they tied Marc's wrists and ankles down, releasing the other straps.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony only sneered bitterly. He followed quietly, not letting go of Marc's hand until his wrists were tied. Frowning, he stepped back reluctantly, watching Deacon with wariness. He didn't care if he was pushing his luck. Marc was perfectly fine. "Asshole," He muttered, tugging his phone out. He raised an eyebrow, smirked. "Hm, I have Con's number."

But he left it at the, replying to a text from Zoey and pocketing the phone again in silence.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon shrugged. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't have to be, okay? I got a call, I was told I needed to go evaluate him. There's not much else I can do than to watch him. You're lucky I even let you come along. If you wanna call Connor, do it. I really don't care." He walked over to Marc, pushing his shirt up. Marc bit his lip, looking away. Deacon turned his wrists over, then looked at Marc.

"Is there anything else I can't see?" He asked, and Marc looked down.

"No. Aside from a scar my dad gave me when he was drunk one night but that's the long jagged one. It just goes into my pants."

"I don't want to take off your pants." He said, pulling a chair over with his foot. "Have you ever hit Tony? Or anyone without reason?"

"No."

"Are you on any non prescribed drugs?"

"No."

"Why have you tried to kill yourself so many times, Marc?" Deacon leaned back, watching the boy grow emotional.

"Because my mom left. You came and took her. And she was all I had." He said, tears falling down his face. Deacon checked to make sure the straps were loosened, then sat back down.

"I'm gonna let you go, okay? If you or Tony attack me when I release the restraints, you will be restrained again and commited. Clear?"

"As a bell." Marc said, and Deacon loosened the restraints before walking out. Marc sat up in the bed, rubbing his wrists.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony listened with a scowl, couldn't help notice the irony. Every answer for Connor would have been a yes. Tony kept his mouth shut. Connor was a friend. Just because he was mad at Deacon didn't mean he needed to be spewing that Connor was batshit. They were both just broken, right?

He frowned at Marc's tears. When he was released and Deacon left, Tony moved forward, hugging Marcus tight. "It's okay.." He mumbled, kissing him gently on the lips, helping him up before wrapping his arms around him again.

[marcus owen foster]

"Are you okay?" He asked, more worried about Tony. He took his hands gently into his, looking at his scraped arms. "We'll clean them when we get home, okay?" He looked up as a nurse came in, putting one of those tough plastic bands on his arm. She put another one just below it, then smiled at him and Tony.

"You can go now. Just don't let him take those off, okay?" She said sweetly, then walked out. Marc took Tony's hand, wiping at an eye as he made his way back out of the hospital.

"I just wanna go home.. I bet my dad did this.." He mumbled, squeezing Tony's hand gently.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony shrugged. "I'm fine.." He mumbled. "Deacon made it sound like that's who..." He scooted closer, glowering. "Now we gotta walk.." Huffing, he rested his head against Marc's shoulder, threading their fingers firmly together, almost afraid to let go. He glared over at Deafon as they passed, growing protective and wary.