[CLOSED] just a little impaired.

[connor crayze sykes]

"Yes.." He whispered, voice cracking. He looked away as he spoke, working his jaw again. This wasn't the Deacon he wanted. This wasn't comfort. Humiliation if anything. Reaching for the scrubs, he made the mistake of revealing bloodied skin, let out a shaky breath and froze up, gazing at Deacon, begging for help he couldn't vocally ask for. He turned away, pulling them one, and rubbed at his face.

"E-everything I do is directly r-related to him. H-he made me what I am." He waited for the band, knew Deacon wasn't supposed to be working right now, wondered if he planned on leaving with him or not.

After Connor was allowed to go, he headed straight for the bathroom, the door closing before he slid to the ground, hiding his face in his hands.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon waited for Connor at the desk, finishing up the paper work. He signed it off, writing his statement that he didn't believe the patient to be insane. He couldn't help thinking he could still use a little help. Therapy or something. But he didbt say anything. He just handed the papers to the nurse, then leaned against the wall, his hands folded over his chest.

He felt like choking Connor's father for doing this. 'Hes probably going to fucking hate me. Come back and give me his ring back. I swear if it wouldn't ruin everything, I'd kill the man.' He thought, chewing on his snakebites. He watched Ace walk past again, carrying books this time. He smiled at the boy, couldn't help thinking he was like Connor, all the abuse put on him. But he kept smiling. "Bye, Ace." He told the boy and he smile wider.

"Bye, Doctor Rudman. Tell Bandit and Connor I said hello." He said, then walked off.

"I will.." He mumbled, putting his hands in his pockets.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor swallowed, letting out a shaky breath. He turned on scorching hot water, scrubbing angrily at his cut wrists, tears rolling down his cheeks. He stopped as he stared down at the ring on his finger. A sob bubbled past his lips and he shut off the water, ducking into a stall and throwing up cough syrup until his throat felt raw and every breath hurt.

After a good few minutes, he staggered from the bathroom and searched Deacon out, gazing at him brokenly as he found him waiting up front.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon reached over, taking his hand gently. He pulled him close, wrapping his arms gently around him. "I'm sorry, Connor.." He whispered, brushing his hair back out of his face. He kissed his forehead gently, holding the boy close to him. He didn't want to let him go. Not now. He was mad at the man for ruining everything Deacon had worked towards. He had taken Connor away from him again, whether he realized it or not.

'Hes always taking away Connor. I'm never going to be able to have him.' He thought, realizing they may never actually get married.

"Come on.. Let's go home.." He said after a bit, leading him to the car one of the nurses probably drove back.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor tensed up at every touch, willing himself to relax. It was Deacon..it was okay. He told himself it was protocol, that Deacon had had to question him. His jaw trembled, fresh tears rolling down his cheeks. When they reached the car, he got in quietly.

He remained silent for several moments, breaths shaky. And then a faint, humiliated sound passed his lips. "He bit me, Deacon.." He rasped, rubbing at his face. He drew his legs up protectively, burying his face against them.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon wondered how hard -or where- he would have had to have bitten Connor for Connor to make such a deal out of it, to hide it. He reached over, stroking his hair gently, his touch hesitant.

"It's okay now, Connor.. Whatever you needed, the cops can go get, okay? You don't ever have to go near him again." He told him gently, leaning over to kiss the top of his head gently. "I'm right here, okay?" He stroked his cheek gently, tipping his chin back so he had to look at him. "I love you, baby.."

[connor crayze sykes]

"I-...." Connor shivered, gazing at him. "Ok-kay..I love you too.." He swallow ed, stomach churning angrily at him. But there was nothing in it, anyway. Absently, he slid a hand between his own legs tenderly, not something he would do in such a circumstance.

He winced faintly, taking Deacon's hand tightly in his free one as he closed his eyes, breaths still unsteady and startled, even as he found shallow, pained sleep.

[deacon reid rudman]

When Deacon got to the house, he let Bandit out the back seat, then walked over to Connor's side of the car. He watched Bandit toddle up the door as he gently pulled Connor into his arms. He carried him inside, and up the stairs, laying him in the bed before he walked downstairs to fix Bandit something to eat. He sat her in her high chair, sliding the plate over to her. She smiled, eating it carefully.

"I love you." He told her, propping his elbows on the counter.

"Yub oo. Yub da dee." She said, smiling over at him.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor whimpered faintly in his sleep as he was lifted, blood staining the front of the scrubs slightly in the front. He curled up in the bed, nestling into it and curling up tight. He didn't sleep long, drawing in a rough breath and jerking awake not long after, staring at the wall in silence, listening to the other two downstairs.

[deacon reid rudman]

"I love daddy more." He told her with a smile, drumming his fingers on the counter.

"No. Me." She told him, taking a bite of her food. He shook his head, and she nodded hers.

"Why you? He's gonna marry me. Not you."

"Hims yub me." She told him and he gasped.

"Nuh uh! He loves me!" He complained.

"No. Me." She told him again. He pretended to cry, hiding his face in his arms. "It kay. Him jus yub me." She told him, reaching over and patting his head.