[CLOSED] i'm forever yours. faithfully.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon just turned over onto his side, feeling like he'd messed everything up. He didn't even care of his side hurt, he just tucked his arm under the pillow, letting the blankets fall around his hips. He closed his eyes, his breathing slowing as he tried to find sleep. His heart slowed to a stop, the machine flat lining until his eyes turned dark, Death keeping him alive as the nurses came in to help him. "Come on, guys." Marc said, gently picking Christy up. "You don't need to see that.."

[connor crayze sykes]

Christy whimpered, knowing what the sound meant, and at her age she didn't know better. Connor just gagged softly as he held tightly to deacon's hand, tears falling diwn his cheeks. He hadn't meant to flinch and offend him..
He kissed the side of his head and got up, slinking out of the room and down the hall. He found a room with confiscated items, and for the first time in a long time, searched out a drug needle and the monster and injected his inner right elbow.

[deacon reid rudman]

Marc brought her out to the waiting room, holding her close to him on one hip and Bandit on the other. He kissed the side of her head, sitting down on one of the bigger seats so they could all fit. "You know, you're a lot of fun to have around. I doubt I'll ever have kids, so I'll just come borrow you and Bandit." He said with a smile, reaching up to run his fingers through her hair. He looked up as a nurse came out, saying they'd have to replace his heart, until then they had him on a machine. He didn't think death could ever die, and yet there Deacon was, literally dead. All he could do was hope they got to him before his body was unfixable. "You wanna go look at the babies?"

[connor crayze sykes]

Christy smiled faintly, giggling at him. She reached out and poked his nose gently before glancing up at the nurse with a tilt of her head. "Yeah!" She huffed when asked about looking at babies, a grin growing on her face.
Connor was slinking down the hall towards them and rubbing at his inner arm when the nurse stopped him and told him what she had told Marcus. He paled and gagged. That wasn't something they could do in a day.. He didn't want to be alone that long..
Soon enough he was on his knees throwing up. It was all his fault...the day after their wedding and Deacon was actualy pretty much dead..

[deacon reid rudman]

Marc got up with Christy on one hip, walking over to Connor. "Connor, come on.. We're gonna go look at the babies and then we can go home, okay?" He offered quietly, hoping it would make him feel better. Connor couldn't stay with Deacon, not where they were going to have him. They can't lock him in the morgue, but they'll lock him in a room so Death can't up and walk out with him. He just hoped Death kept his body in limbo until they could fix him. "You need your medicine and you need to sleep.."

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor looked away, wiping shakily at his lips and face, tears falling freely. He stood with the help of the wall, keeping his angry red arm against himself. It had been scarily long, his body no longer nearly as immune as before, which was a problem with how much he'd taken. He rubbed at a slightly dilated eye and stared at the floor, sniffling as he followed them. He knew he needed both of what Marcus said..he just wasn't so sure he deserved it.

[marcus owen foster]

Marcus would have offered him Bandit, had he known that Deacon hated him to pick up on her. He hugged both the girls close, walking to the nursery with them. He hoisted Christy up a little further so she could see the babies from his height. "Look at that one. It's got jet black hair." He said, nodding towards the baby. He could hear Bandit snoring on his shoulder.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor glanced at them briefly, then away again as he scratched at his arm. He heard Christy gasp softly. "Connor looked like that," She insisted softly, then pointed out a baby with teeny little curls. She giggled, reaching to prod Connor and show him. His head snapped up warily and he just nodded.

[marcus owen foster]

"And here I was just thinking that Connor's hair color came out of a bottle." He teased, looking over at him. He had suspicions that Connor wasn't exactly sane right now, that he wasn't exatly Connor. "That one's adorable." He said with a smile, then pointed to a teeny tiny one in an incubator. "And that one looks like Bandit did. Deacon has pictures at home."

[connor crayze sykes]

Christy smiled at him, then looked at Bandit thoughtfully for a moment. Connor finally gave up and sat dwn on the floor indifferently, picking at his fingernails.
Christy watched him a moment before turning her attention back to the windows, her hands finding the glass. "It's so tiny.." She murmured, then perked as one of the nurses carried in a newly born baby.