[OPEN] three strikes you're out.

[devon splyce parker]

"Both, and I jus' do it myself, too.." He stared back down at his arm, eyebrows furrowing at the next words. "I dunno.." He mumbled. "Mama died giving birth.. I got two dads." He curled up a bit more, getting edgy being locked in a room. Lips were parted faintly, revealing his sharp teeth as he watched Deacon, panic briefly in his eyes.

He hugged his knees tight, playing uneasily with one of his snakebites.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Okay." He scribbled something down, then tapped his pen on his clipboard. "Do you know what you are?" He shifted on the floor, stretching out one bloody jeaned leg. He chewed on his tongue a moment, then slowly stood up.

"If you walk with me instead of going on a stretcher, will you come to the hospital? Zander will be there." He pulled out his phone. "Think on it a second, okay?" He walked out the room, closing the door behind him. He called the guard over, telling him they needed to find Zander and Dylan and escort them to the hospital. He pushed open the door again, glancing at the time on his phone. "So?"

[devon splyce parker]

Devon shook his head at the first question, only knew he was some sort of demon, and still didn't exactly know what that meant. He watched him go, and the instant he was in the room alone, he panicked. By the time Deacon opened the door, he had clawed at the walls, and as soon as it was opened, he threw himself forward, ducking around Deacon in an attempt to keep from being locked inside.

He backed up as someone came at him with cuffs again, hiding behind Deacon with an inhuman hiss.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Woah! No touchy!" Deacon exclaimed. "Put the damn cuffs away, would you? Fuck. This isn't some strange porno." He didn't think the boy was dead, so he couldn't touch him. He bit his lip, thinking for a moment.

He pulled a glove from his pocket, slipping it on. He took the boy's hand, leading him out to his car. He opened the back door to let him in, then closed it. He walked inside and signed a release before he started towards the hospital. "They're gonna go get Zander, okay? Just calm down. No ones gonna hurt you at the hospital."

[devon splyce parker]

Devon's chest rose and fell rapidly, tensing up. He bared his teeth at Deacon, but followed him instead of trying to pull away, drawing his knees up angrily. Anger turned to fear, then apathy as Deacon returned, and he fell silent, staring out the window, fingernails digging against his arms as he drew his wings close.

Last time he had been at the hospital, when Zander had been taken near suddenly, he had attacked two of the nurses and been locked in a room for awhile. "I don't wanna go," He mumbled, growing uneasy.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Well, it's go with me, or they keep you there and you end up hurting yourself. Unless you're okay with that. In which case, I can just turn around the car." He said, but he had no intentions of actually turning around the car. He drove up at the hospital at the same time the police escort did with Zander.

"You better have a damn good reason for pulling me away from work, Deacon." Zander complained.

"Just shut up and get him out of the back. I can't touch him." Deacon grabbed his clipboard and opened the door. Zander crawled in the back, giving Devon a kiss.

"Come on, babe." He said, taking his hand.

[devon splyce parker]

"Okay," Devon huffed, returning to his bleeding arm. He glanced up when they pulled to a stop, had honestly been okay with the offer of hurting himself.

At Zander's voice, he bit his lip, a single sharp tooth in view. He kissed him gently back, afraid of what Zander might think seeing him like this. He got out with him slowly, pressing his wings close and shifting his weight, looking ready to bolt at any moment.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon walked into the hospital, looking for an empty room. Zander followed him, squeezing Devon's hand gently. He kept him close, afraid he might hurt himself. "No one's going to hurt you, okay?" He kept telling him. Deacon nodded into an empty room, and Zander lead him in, sitting next to him on the bed.

"Where's his brother?" Deacon asked one of the nurses and she shrugged. He groaned in complaint, and sat down in one of the chairs.

"Has Devon done anything strange around you? Anything that might indicate he's mentally off, or a danger to himself or others?" Deacon asked Zander, stretching his legs out.

"His brother made him like this. It's not his fault, okay? His brother is an ass who forces him to hurt himself, and do God knows what else." Zander mumbled, playing with Devon's fingers. "He's not crazy."

[devon splyce parker]

Devon gripped his hand tighty as he looked around. He looked around warily, panicked as soon as they were in the room spread his wings a bit, breaths growing a little faster.

He stared coldly at Deacon as Zander spoke, pulling his hand away to play with the blood drying on his arm. He shifted his weight some. Dylan had never made him kill a person, had yelled at him for it once or twice, hated him for it.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon nodded, scribbling something on his note pad. He watched Devon, chewing on one of his snakebites. "Your dads are still alive?" He asked, tapping his pen on the clipboard. He didn't think he had a hospital record, but he ducked out of the room to get Ace anyways. Ace went and looked, and Deacon walked slowly back into the room.

"Devon, you need to calm down, okay?" He said gently, and Zander leaned over, kissing his forehead. He watched Zander wrap his arms carefully around him, and couldn't help thinking they were one in the same in a way.