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

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor nodded. "Ok-kay.." He kept his hand pressed tightly to Deacon's chest, fingers gripping his own. He worked his jaw quietly, watching Marc and Blake. Rex was leaning against the wall.

Jayson huffed softly. "If Zander wants to stay here, then no.."

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon reached up slowly, stroking Connor's cheek gently. He listened to Marc arguing with Blake, telling her that he only beat the guy because he had shot Deacon. He looked up, another officer taking Nixon out in handcuffs.

"Got two people you and Rex need to go find." He told her, putting Nixon in the back of the cruiser.

The paramedic looked over at Zander and shook his head. "I don't think they want the two of you. You guys were just here." He said, motioning for Zander to come over. Zander walked over, gently rubbing Jayson's back.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor rested his head on Deacon's good shoulder as he watched them, Rex raising an eyebrow in a rather comical way since he couldn't see. "Who are we finding?"

Jayson swallowed, looking at Zander brokenly before staring down at the ground. "Can we go now..?" He whispered.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon wrapped his arm carefully around Connor, growing dizzier at the action.

Blake looked at the paper she was given before she looked over at Marc. "Stop hitting people." She said, and he rolled his eyes, walking over to Deacon and Connor. "A.. Zoey Martyn. Sarg ordered a rape kit, so we gotta find her mom or dad. And Britton Roberts."

Zander nodded, helping him over to the paramedic's car. He helped him in, before he climbed in beside him. "Everything's gonna be okay, Jayce.. Vegas is too hardheaded to leave you."

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor huffed, telling him not to move.

"Alright," Rex murmured, and Connor bit his lip.
"Zoey doesn't h-have a dad," He called.

Jayson just swallowed, sitting down slowly and setting his crutches aside. "He better not.."

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon smiled, slowly running his fingers over his side. "Maybe I don't wanna." He teased. Blake looked back, then started to her car, pulling out her phone to get addresses.

Zander reached over, gently taking his hand. He squeezed it, then let it go. "Everything's gonna be alright." He said again. But he couldn't help wondering if Devon was okay. He didn't think the boy would survive the night with two kids and Knoxville.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor huffed. "Stubborn," He complained, kissing him softly as Rex climbed into the car with his dog. Connor shifted his weight, sighed.

Jayson worked his jaw quietly, shrugging and growing indifferent to hide his pain.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon kissed him back, not feeling as dizzy as he had. He gently twisted Connor's ring around his finger, tracing his tongue slowly over his bottom lip. Marc made a gagging noise, and Deacon smiled, pulling away slowly. "I love you."

Zander sat silently until they got there, then helped Jayson out of the car. He followed him inside, waiting for them to put wristbands on both of them before he followed the nurse into the back. They had Jayson's bed ready, a little ways away from where Nevada was laying. He had a mask over his face, his wrists tied down to the bed. One of his ankles was tied down, the other leg laying limply there. "He'll go into surgery soon." The nurse said, checking his abnormally slow heartbeat.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor met the kiss slowly, lips parting, and rose an eyebrow as Marc gagged. "Oh pl-lease, you do the s-same thing," He taunted, kissed Deacon's forehead. "Love y-you too." He coughed softly, clearing his throat.

Jayson let out a shaky breath, moving towards the bed. He leaned his crutches against it as he sat down, touched Nevada's cheek.

[deacon reid rudman]

Marc just chuckled, shaking his head. "No, I don't do it in front of people." He retorted.

"Oh please. If Tony were like, two years older, you'd be making out with him everywhere." Deacon said.

"And you and Connor are like.. a hundred and thirty years apart! You don't have a lot of room to talk, tweedle dee."

"Tweedle dumb."

Zander sat down on the edge of Jayson's bed, watching Nevada's heartbeat drop steadily. It dropped until it was barely beating, and stayed there. His eyes wandered over the gash down his chest, stopping at the top of the hospital scrubs they had him in. But they were already soaked with blood, along with the white bedsheets under him.