[OPEN] You're lucky if your memory remains.

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tybalt watched them in confusion, getting up to helo Jayson outside for some fresh air before he passed out.

Connor only hung on to him tightly, glad he had been avoiding drugs, or this process could have been a whole lot longer. He closed his eyes and his phone buzzed. Pulling it out of his pocket he glanced at the text from Zoey. She obviously didn't know what had happened, andhe hoped to the God's she was already with Britton or getting ahold of him. 'I'm scared, Connor... I think I'm pregnant...'

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon carefully moved out from under Connor, looking up at Marc. Marc fumbled in his pockets, then handed over his pocket knife. "Thanks.." He mumbled, walking over to the corner of the room. He slowly started to dig the bullets out, starting with his chest. He never winced, just worked silently. Zander paced the floor, chewing on his thumb nail.

Nixon tried to get up again, and Marc kicked him again. "Stay down, fucker." He spat. The police got everyone else out of the room besides Nixon, asking Deacon if he needed assistance.

"Yeah. I need Marc to get my back." He said, and Marc wrinkled his nose, a smirk on his face.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor got up, telling Zoey it was going to be okay as Deacon got up. He tried to avoid looking at him, watching the police warily as they escorted all of them outside. Jayson was against the theater, petting the dog.

Connor moved for Zander, texting Zoey back that it was going to be okay. "Have y-you talked to Britt yet?"

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon and Marc rounded the building, Marc digging the lodged bullet out of him. Deacon held his hand over the hole, slowly sitting down as dizziness washed over him. Marc sat down in front of him, gently stroking his hair. "It's okay, Deacon.."

Zander looked up from messing with his fingers, nodding his head. He pulled the picture of Nixon out of his back pocket, handing it to Connor. On the back was Britt's signature under Nixon's, and the date of the photo. "Yeah. I went to go get this from him. I mean, I didn't know the kid had gotten a tattoo, but I figured Britt would know him. Because.. Marc said the kid tried to gut him, and Marc's dating Tony, and Tony's Zoey's brother, and Zoey's with Britt." He shrugged.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor took the photo, glancing down at it and working his jaw slowly. "Well, o-our problem just got bigger.." He held his phone out. "Zoey thinks sh-she's pregnant.." He bit his lip, glancing at Deacon and Marc.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon just leaned against the building, hoping the dizziness went away soon. He could hear Blake faintly, talking to Marc. But he seemed a million miles away. "I can't. He makes me dizzy." He said.

Zander bit his lip, almost glad he didn't have this problem. Girls sickened him as it was. "With Nixon's kid? She'd better hope her and Britt haven't fucked any time soon. They're anal about even the smallest trace of anything. They find his hair on her and they'll commit him." He looked up at one of the other paramedics, walking over slowly as the ambulance left.

"That's his boyfriend. I'm just his boss." He told him, and the guy walked over to Jayson.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor shrugged, texting her back to tell her to be careful, and that it was likely the cops were going to show up. He pocketed his phone and crouched by Deacon, kissing him tenderly and stroking his cheek. "I l-love you..l

Jayson looked up, rubbing at tear streaked eyes. "What?" He rasped brokenly, reaching for his crutches.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon just sat there, afraid that if he moved, he would pass out. And he probably would. But he wouldn't leave Connor's words unanswered. He wouldn't dare. He only had so many times he could tell him he loved him, and it wasn't often Connor said it first. "I love you, too.." He breathed, his hand still tight over the hole in his chest. "Christy.. found her dress? She's staying over tonight?" He asked quietly, closing his bright green eyes

"Uhm.. Well, he's not going to die, but he's probably going to be in a coma for the next few days..You can stay up at the hospital, they'll make you a bed in his room. Or you can just go home.. He's going to be in and out of surgery and it's just gonna be a mess.. He won't know you're there.." The paramedic said, helping him with his crutches.

[connor crayze sykes]

"Yeah..she does..." He played gently with his hair, keeping close, but didn't dare try and move him in anyway. "Sl-low breaths..." He insisted, pulled his shirt off and eadded it up, pressing it to the wound and placing Deacon's hand over it, his own covering on top to provide pressure.

Jayson worked his jaw, was in no mood to go home. "I wanna go with him.." He insisted brokenly, taking the crutches and getting up.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Okay.." Deacon breathed. But breathing wasn't what he needed to do. He needed to focus on staying awake. He felt Connor's hand over his, and slowly slipped his fingers between the boy's. "Thatcher's gonna stay with you next weekend.. Help you get ready." He said, opening his eyes to look over at him.

"Well, I'll bring you. They'll get you some wrist bands and get your bed ready, and you can wait for him to get out of surgery. Did you want anyone to come with you?" He asked, pulling out his phone to do something before he tucked it back in his pocket.