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

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor laughed softly at their antics, scoffed. "A-and I bet Tony wouldn't mind," He teased, kissed Deacon again, careful not to move his hand from his chest.

Jayson bowed his head against Nevada's bed, shoupders shaking faintly as he cried.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Probably not." Marc smirked, leaning back on his hands. Deacon leaned close, kissing him slowly. He reached his hand up, gently pulling Connor's jaw closer as he deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing slowly over his bottom lip.

Zander twisted his hands together, trying not to cry. It killed him to see the boys who worked for him like this. He was used to them cracking up, messing with each other. He looked up as a team of nurses came in, sedating Nevada despite the fact he was in a coma, and carefully pulling him out of the room. "Come on, Jayce.. Come lay down.." He said quietly.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor parted his lip, leaning close and closing his eyes. He kept his hand pressed to the blood shirt, for once not caring that his massively scarred torso was in view. His tongue brushed Deacon's own.

Jayson kicked his crutches angrily across the room, then limped over to the bed and sat down, swiping tears from his face in agitation. "It's not fucking fair this keeps happening," He slurred.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon smiled into the kiss, slowly running his hand to the back of Connor's neck. He brushed his tongue over Connor's, his other hand reaching over to brush his fingers over Connor's stomach. He could hear Marc get up and walk across the gravel to his car, probably to find his phone.

Zander gently ran his hand over Jayson's back, biting his lip. He didn't know what to say to make it better. All he could hope was Nevada remembered everything when he woke up. He didn't think Jayson could handle that again.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor chuckled, pressing close. He wrapped his free arm around him gently. "F-feeling better..?" He mumbled against his lips, tongue curling over his teeth.

Jayson closed his eyes, breaths slow. He rubbed at his aching hip and pelvic bone. The pins were gone, but it didn't hurt any less, bruised and stitched.

[deacon reid rudman]

"No. Because now I'm wounded with a boner from hell." Deacon teased. kissing him deeply before he slowly got to his feet. It hurt to move, but he wasn't as dizzy as he was before. He reached down, holding his hand out for Connor.

Zander folded his hands together, looking up in surprise as they brought Nevada back in. He was stitched up, but he looked somehow worse than he had when he left. They had nothing but a blanket covering his hips, and he could see why now. There were not only long gashes down the inside of his thigh, but finger sized bruises. One of the nurses covered him up carefully, then grabbed the pictures off the bed and walked out. 'Nevada's gonna hate himself..' He thought.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor smirked, getting up with his help. He had lost some of the weight he had gained, bones faintly visible, but he wasn't near emaciated anymore, which was good. He kissed him softly.

Jayson looked up as they brought him back in. But he gagged softly, looked away and worked his trembling jaw, playing with his own shaking hands.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon kissed him back, lacing their fingers together. "You're such a tease, you know that?" He said, a smile on his face as he gently lead him back to Marc's parked car, the other boy on the phone in the front seat talking to someone.

Zander wrapped his arm around Jayson, hugging him gently. "Why don't you go hold his hand and talk to him like last time? Maybe he'll wake up if he hears your voice. He's missed you.." He said, gently running his fingers through the boy's hair.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor smiled. "I know.." He stared at the blood shirt in his free hand, climbing into the back with Deacon and pressing it back to his chest once more.

Jayson let out a slow breath, shaking his head. He didn't know what the hell he would even say. He got up after a moment and limped to the other bed, teeth gritting in pain before he sat on the edge, took Nevada's limp hand. He played with his fingers gently, chewing on his lip. "I love you, Vegas..."

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon wrapped his arms around him, hugging him close.

"What happens if Connor sits in your lap and I take the bumpiest roads?" Marc asked.

"I'll kill you. Again and again." Deacon said, leaning over to kiss Connor slowly.

Zander leaned back, running his fingers through his hair. He looked at the machines recording Nevada's heartbeat, watching the lines move up and down in a rhythm he could have set his watch to.

"I love you too.." Nevada said quietly, his brown eyes looking over at Jayson. The parasite wouldn't let him sleep, even if his body needed it.