[CLOSED] i'm forever yours. faithfully.

[deacon reid rudman]

Death's eyes flashed a deep red, a color Deacon's eyes had never turned in his entire life. Death stepped out of Deacon's body, literally nothing but a black mass with glowing red eyes. "HIDE AND SEEK WONT HELP YOU NOW, FUCKER." His voice boomed. But it wasn't loud enough to overpower Deacon's pained gasp, all his organs suddenly failing at once. Without Death, he was human. "I'll get you." He muttered, looking over as Charlie fell to the floor with a thump. She rubbed her head, drawing her legs close.

"Ow.." She complained, carefully getting up and walking to Connor, her broken wing dragging on the floor. "It's okay.." She said, looking over at Deacon, now screaming as Death re-entered his body. "You're going to be okay.." She put her hand gently on his chest, knowing it wasn't Connor she was here to help. She would get her wings stripped for helping him. But she didn't care. She pushed down on his chest, hoping it would heal it before they tore her wings from her.

[connor crayze sykes]

"Deacon!" Connor sobbed, blood bubbling past his lips. He choked on it feebly, eyes half closing. And then Charlie was there. But he didn't want to drag her into it. "N-no..." He whimpered hoarsely. He gasped faintly for his breaths, relaxing when it started getting easier to breathe again instead of harder. He pulled away before she could finish though, whimpering in pain, his dark wigs already unfurled but torn at. He hauled himself slowly towards Deacon, wrapping his arm around him tightly before he slumped, gagging again.

[deacon reid rudman]

"You get back here!" She complained, crawling over to him. She put her hand on Deacon's side, laying her head on his chest to see if his heart was still beating. He gagged, looking over at her with blank green eyes, then to the door as Marc came in. He heard Marc cough, obviously from the smell of blood as he came up the stairs. "Can you touch him?" She asked Marc, and he nodded, pulling Deacon into his lap so he could put pressure on his back and side at the same time. Charlie reached over to Connor, putting her hand to his chest. "He's gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay, too. Just let me help you, okay?"

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor didn't have the strength to fight it, clinging weakly to Deacon's hand, since neither of them had anything on for the most part. He drew in labored breaths, terrified of letting go. He felt the pain gradually fade, his dark wings untensing and collapsing over his bare body. Tears fell down his cheeks as he gazed at Deacon. "I'mm s-sorry...I-I-I'm s-so...sorry..." He rasped brokenly.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon slowly slipped his fingers between Connor's, squeezing his hand gently. "I deserve it.. I promised you you wouldn't get hurt, and he hurt you anyways.." He mumbled, slowly running his thumb over his hand. He looked over at him, his eyes searching his face.

"No one's going to get away with hurting my two favorite people." Marc said, reaching over to dry Connor's cheek. "Don't cry. Crying's for births and weddings. Get him a pair of jeans, go get dressed, and we'll bring him to the hospital. I can't touch him much longer before I pass out." He looked away as there was a bright light at the end of the hall, Charlie now shaking.

"I gotta go, guys.. Fix these two up, okay?" She said quietly, pulling herself to her feet.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor whimpered, didn't want to let him go. He stood slowly, legs and back aching and it only brought more tears to his eyes. That was suppsed to be for Deacon only...

He helped Charlie up gently, shakily kissing the side of her head. "I-it's hard..It's scar-ry... Just find Tyler i-in all of that and keep that in your head a-and you're gonna be fine."
He hugged her feebly before watching her go, pulling a pair of jeans on despite his bleeding leg. He grabbed another pair and limped towards Marc again. But hole in chest or not, it was hard to breathe, and his body was soon hitting the floor again.

[deacon reid rudman]

Charlie smiled, hugging him gently. She walked slowly towards the angel standing there, her arms wrapped around herself. She was terrified, but she had done what she thought was right.

Deacon reached for Connor as he fell, leaning forward for him. He gagged, drawing his knees together as he slumped back against Marc who now had his phone out and was calling the hospital. He explained he had the former coroner with him, and someone needed to get there immediately. He carefully laid Deacon down beside Connor, then put his head in his hands as he listened to the sirens coming up the road.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor groaned, panting softly as he stared at the ceiling with glazed eyes, simply trying to breathe. His vision was swimming and eventually blotched and tunneled until he fell unconscious. He didn't even know Deacon was next to him, didn't wake despite the fresh tears dampening his cheeks.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon didn't wake until a few hours later, feeling sick and cold and depressed. All he could think was he'd promised Connor he wouldn't get hurt and he was hurt now. It killed him, and he bit his lip as tears fell down his cheeks, looking over at Marc talking to the nurse.

"Deacon Rudman.." He propped his arm up on the bed, obviously tired. He had Bandit on his lap sound asleep, Christy sitting beside him as he played with her hair.

"And the other one?" The nurse asked.

"Connor Ru- er.. Sykes.. Sorry.. I don't know if he's changing his last name or not.." He looked over at Deacon, reaching over to wipe his cheek. "Can we move Connor? I can't keep bringing the girls back and forth."

"We'll move him in a bit." She said, then left. Marc patted his leg.

"Wanna come sit with me, Chris?"

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor woke up in a room alone, his lower body aching and his body cold from the ice they had resting on his chest. When he didn't find Decon, grief washed over him and he was sure Jon had finally got his way, managed to kill him. He sobbed brokenly, gagging and pushing the ice away despite the nurse telling hi to calm down, that he'd almost had a heart attack.

Christy looked up at him with round frghtened eyes, thenglanced helplessly at Deacon before she nodded and stood slowly, sniffling.