[CLOSED] just a little impaired.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor got up slowly, biting his lip, and rubbed at his face. He ached, knew he couldn't hide forever. Bandit and Deacon were safe...he was okay now, right?

He made his way hesitantly down the stairs, not paying attention to much else as he paused, gazing over at them silently.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon pretended to cry harder and Bandit simply patted his head. "Shh. Da dee jus yub me." She said, and he protested from where he had his face in his arms.

"Me." She told him. And he shook his head, looking up at her. He spotted Connor and smiled.

"She says you love her more. Are you guys having another affair?" He asked with a smile, rubbing his neck again.

"Yemme see." She said, and he laid his head down. She traced her fingers over the seven letter word on his neck, and he closed his eyes. "What say?"

"Forever." He said, looking over at her. "Cause daddy's my forever." And she smiled, taking another bite of her food.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor smiled hesitantly, shook his head. He hadn't paid much notice to the blood spotting the white scrubs, padding closer and sitting down with a faint wince. He bit his lip, hesitating further, kissed the back of Deacon's head.

"Love y-you both.." He murmured softly.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Love you too." Deacon mumbled from where he was laying. Bandit smiled over at Connor, taking another bite from her food. She reached over, patting Connor's head. She pointed to his pants, then looked up at him.

"Oo beed-in'? She asked and Deacon looked up at him.

"You okay, baby?" He asked him, unable to see what Bandit was talking about from where he was. But it worried him to think Connor would be bleeding. 'How bad did he hurt him?' He thought, his green eyes troubled.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor bit his lip, managing a smile towards Bandit so she was at least reassured. "S'okay..." He mumbled hesitantly, but when he looked at Deacon, his jaw trembled. It hurt pretty damn bad, but he wasn't going to show that in front of Bandit, she didn't need to know how he had been treated, not after everything else she had witnessed and been through.

He shifted his weight some.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Okay." She said, finishing off her food. She pushed the plate towards him. He helped her down, and she walked over to the book shelf, pulling off one of her books. She sat there contently, making up a story. Deacon put her dishes in the sink, then sat down beside Connor.

"You're not okay if you're bleeding, Connor.." He said, trying to hide the fear, anger and hurt in his voice. He reached over, taking his hand gently.

[connor crayze sykes]

"I know..." He rasped softly, gazing over at Bandit. He tightened his grip around Deacon's hand, swallowing. "It hurts.." He whimpered, resting his head against Deacon's shoulder with a wavering breath. He gazed down at the scrubs a moment, then looked away.

"I-I...didn't wanna h-hafta stay there any longer...didn't want y-you knowing..." A tear rolled down his cheek. He'd found out the hard way that it wasn't something he could hide.

[deacon reid rudman]

"I'm sorry.." He whispered, rubbing his side. He hated to know Connor was hurt. He kissed the top of his head, squeezing his hand a little tighter.

"You don't have to go back.. He doesn't have to hurt you any more, Connor.." He hugged him close, laying his head on top of Connor's. He closed his eyes, listening to him breathe. He didn't know what he would do without him. He could deal with the fact he didn't want to sleep with Connor anymore, that he would never be as close to Connor as he would like. But he couldn't deal with the fact that Connor was being hurt. It killed him. He wanted to keep him safe, but kept failing again and again.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor buried his face, breaths quick and uneasy. "What do I-I do if it don't stop?" He mumbled, referring to the blood. He gritted his teeth in order to finally still his jaw, a hand resting on Deacon's rest gently. He kept that way, hiding almost. He hadn't thought 'bite me'' would get such a response. Then again, his own words had made Jon end his life previously, anyway. What else had he expected, a slap to the face?

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon rubbed his side, biting his lip. "It depends." He guessed he only had one way to put it, and that would be the blunt way. "It depends on what's bleeding, frankly. I'm sure you don't want a tampon up your ass, or your dick wrapped but that's pretty much your two options." He shrugged. He had seen it happen before. "And you can use super glue on shallow cuts." He kissed his forehead.