[CLOSED] you're giving me such a rush.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt just sat there, completely shocked. How could anyone take on Marcus? Face it- the guy was huge. He had muscles as big around as Britt's calves, if not bigger. He wasn't easy to be hurt. "Where's your boyfriend supposed to be?" He asked, climbing back into the truck. He backed out of the driveway and started back up the road, taking a right just so he didn't have to stop.

'What's the rush, Britt? You know he can't die. He's a vampire now. Lighten up. We're just playing a little fun with you, baby.'

'Well, I'm sorry, but you missed the funny mark awhile back.' Britt thought sarcastically, and was punished by a blinding pain in his head, causing him to nearly slam on the breaks before he could see again.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

"He should be-"

Zoey yelped as the breaks were hit, reached for Britton's hand. "Ignore him," She mumbled.

"He should be at his apartment.." Tony continued. "Why? What's wrong?"

Zoey bit her lip to keep it from trembling. "I just got us into a real big mess, is all..." She whispered.

'Way to take the blame, baby doll. Shall we make this a little more entertaining?'

Out of nowhere a car came speeding the wrong direction.
"Britton!" She cried, reaching out and jerking the wheel seconds before it sped by. The laughter in her head gradually faded as she began crying again, at least left momentarily with mental silence.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"ZOEY!" He screamed when she jerked the wheel, quickly straightening out the truck before it started to fish tail out of control. 'Oh fuck, get us there alive..' He thought, and heard more laughter.

"This isn't your fault.." He said quietly, feeling bad for yelling a moment before. He quickly got his speed back up, driving to the apartment complex. He did a terrible job of parking, and bolted out the truck, yanking his keys out of the ignition. He ran up to Marc's door, banging on it, but there was no answer. He tried the knob and it didn't work.

'I'm gonna break my shoulder.. again..' He thought, then started slamming into the door until it fell open. He nearly tumbled to the floor, barely catching his balance. He rubbed his throbbing shoulder, the pain horrible. "MARCUS?!" He called, slowly walking down the hall. "Marc! It's us! Ow, fuck.." He rubbed his shoulder, tears falling down his cheeks. "Ma- oh God.." He gagged, turning away from the door. Marc was in a pool of his own blood on his bed, his hair still wet from the shower he had probably been taking. His towel was on the floor, and was getting slowly soaked by the blood dripping from the bed from the gash, starting at the bottom of his ribcage and stopping right above his pelvis.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey looked down silently at her lap in response, eyebrows furrowed. "But it is..." She whispered, Jason's words playing over in her head. They pulled up and within moments Britton was inside, Tony scampering after him. Zoey watched Britton turn away and gag, rubbing his back slowly. She wasn't able to block Tony in time. His sob was half a screech as he stumbled to the bed, kissing Marc softly on the lips several times, desperate, hands soon covered in his boyfriends blood. Zoey gagged, looking away from her brother as his wings instinctively unfurled, blood staining the flawless white while he touched Marc's face tenderly.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt couldn't stand seeing Tony crying, no matter how sick Marc looked. But he also knew that his heart was going to keep bleeding and his blood was going to keep flowing. But he wasn't going to wake up unless they could fix him.

"Tony, come pop my shoulder back into place and I'll sew him up." He said.

'Like a puppet?' He gritted his teeth, taking off his jacket and handing it to Zoey.

"Go find me a needle and some thread or fishing wire or something." He told Zoey, praying that it was nothing but a cut deep enough to make him bleed, and nothing internal had been cut.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey hugged his jacket close and hurried off, finding a needle and managing to scrounge up some fishing wire in the back of a closet.

Tony stumbled back from the bed, brushing tears away, smudging blood on his cheek. He wiped the rest off on the clean corner of the towel, heading to Britton, and huffed sift warning before pulling his shoulder forward and into place, just the sound making him look ready to pass out.

Zoey wandered back and handed the stuff over before wrapping her arms around her adopted brother, hugging him tight and close.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"OW!" Britt screamed as his shoulder snapped back into place. He knew wrapping it would be the best option, but he didn't have time to be wrapping it. He flipped on the light so he could see, then walked to the bathroom to grab as many towels as he could. He dried the blood, then threaded the fishing wire through the needle. He threw a leg over Marc, straddling him carefully so he wasn't touching him. He didn't want any of the sticky mess on Marc's thighs on his jeans.

He slowly stitched him up, then got off the bed, cleaning him up and tossing a towel over his bare hips. "Try waking him up now, Tony." He said, starting to clean up the mess, throwing the towels and blanket into the tub to run cold water over them.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey watched him quietly, rubbed Tony's back as she ignored the laughter in her head. As Britton finished she let him go. He still had blood on his cheek, wings. She reached for Britton's hand when he finished, watching Tony shake Marcus gentpy,, kiss him on the lips once more. He was crying again, even if he knew Marc wouldn't die. "Marcus.." He choked. "Wake up... Please.."

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt left to wash his hands carefully, drying them on a clean towel. He stopped running the cold water on the towels and blanket, and walked back into the bedroom. Marcus groaned, tears falling down his cheeks from the pain he was obviously in. He looked up and saw Tony, and instantly opened his arms for the angel. "Don't cry.." He whispered. "Angels only cry when they're happy..."

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey leaned against fhe wall, watching Britton go. She swallowed, looking down. None of this was fair, he was playing games, punishing her horribly.

Tony just shook his head, leaning down to hug Marcus close, careful not to hurt him. "I always cry," He mumbled in complaint. "I'm to emotional..." He kissed him again, biting his lip. "You want painkillers..?" He stroked his cheek, bloody wings draped over the both of them.