[CLOSED] 'nother day another dollar

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson watched him go, feeling terrible. He didn't have the stomach though, and he didn't need to crowd them. So unless they called for him, he would stay out of the way. He leaned forward, dropping his head into his hands with a shaky breath.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Britt finally got him fixed up, Nevada having been silenced awhile back when he figured screaming wasn't going to help. He wandered out of the bathroom, wiping at his cheeks. He touched his chest, but it looked a lot better than it had. He climbed into Jayson's lap, leaning against him. Britt walked out, his face pale. Marc was followed, then Thatcher with a nasty looking bottle of liquid.

"Here." He handed it to Nevada, and Nevada shook his head. "It's gonna make your chest stop hurting. And it doesn't taste near as bad as it looks." He said, and Nevada looked up hesitantly at Jayson before he took it, looking at it before he drank it. He leaned back against Jayson, closing his eyes. But soon the voices were getting louder and louder until they were screaming. They were finally silenced, and he looked up a Jayson, not quite as pale as he'd been.

"I still don't wanna know what you put in that.." Deacon mumbled and Thatcher nodded.

"Yeah, you really don't.."

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson hugged him close when Nevada climbed into his lap. He glanced at Thatcher, nodded some. "Drink it, baby.." He whispered, hugging him closer after he finished. He pulled his wings close, humming softly, and kissed the side of his head. "You okay..?" He mumbled, tilting his chin so he could kiss him. He sighed shakily, working his jaw.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada met the kiss gently, reaching up to cup his cheek. "How can I be anything but okay when you're here?" He asked, slowly tracing his fingers over his cheek before he leaned up for another kiss.

"Aw, Nevada's a dork again." Deacon chuckled, waving to Britt and Marc as they left, probably to kidnap -or puppynap- Shaun's puppies. Deacon sat down in his chair, Thatcher on the table.

"Come see, Bandit." He said, and she looked up.

"I can't." She said, and it clearly broke Thatcher's heart.

"I'm so sorry, princess.."

"It kay. Daddy make it better."

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson smiled faintly, hugging him close. "Mm, that's good to hear," He teased, wrinkling his nose. He kissed him again. "I missed you, baby.."
Connor had glanced up as Thatcher called her.
Jayson watched him stand, stooping to lift her. Something crossed the other boy's face and he handed Bandit to Thatcher. Jayson looked back down at Nevada, heard the sound of a body hitting the floor. Connor's eyes had rolled back, blood trickling from his nose as he gasped for breath.
"Is he having a seizure..?!"

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada smiled, meeting the kiss gently. He looked up as Deacon fumbled for the phone, Bandit starting to scream for her daddy. But Deacon knew if Connor was dying, he couldn't touch him. He called for an ambulance, and Thatcher sat Bandit down to go help Connor onto his back, brushing his hair back.

"Go upstairs.." Deacon said, and Nevada looked up at him, saddened by how dim Deacon's eyes were. "Please, Nevada.." He mumbled, and Nevada took Jayson's hand, pulling him with him up the stairs.

"Is Connor gonna die?" Nevada asked, sitting down against the wall in the bathroom upstairs.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson followed him, looking back to see Connor arch, trying to find his breath. But at least he was moving around now. Jayson looked away and followed him.
"I dunno.." He mumbled brokenly.

Connor gagged, reaching up to wipe blood from his nose. "Deac-" He choked, coughing until blood hit the floor. He tried sitting up, reaching for Deacon. "...s'okay...c'mere..."

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada put his head on his knees, biting his lip. The last few days were slowly creeping up on him, now that the parasite was forced to become dormant. He didn't want to think about what Nixon had done, how he'd hurt him. But all of it was washing back. He gagged, clamping his hand over his mouth so the feeling would pass.

"I-I can't, Connor..If they're trying to take you I'm only gonna kill you.." He said brokenly, tears falling down his cheeks. It hadn't been long since their vows, and Deacon just sat down, his knees feeling weak as he started to cry.

"Daddy.." Bandit cried, reaching for Connor.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson looked at him, pulled him closer. "It's okay baby...you're okay now.." He breathed, kissed him softly. "I'm back and we're gonna be fine..okay?"

Connor huffed. "I-I'm not dying. Well I am b-but-...f-fuck it.. Not this minute." He hugged Bandit close, then scooted over to Deacon, wrapping an arm around him and kissing the side of his head. "That u-used to happen all the time..e-everything like, seized up, a-and then the bleeding and stuff..k-kids at the high school h-hated it..one reason I-I dropped out, the random attacks l-like that..." He kissed him softly.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"You promise?" Nevada asked, reaching up to slowly run his fingers through Jayson's hair. He kissed him softly, beyond happy to just be back here with him. He was sure he was going to be dead forever, that he wasn't coming back.

Deacon kissed him slowly, carefully pulling the boy into his lap. He hugged him close, burying his face in his neck. "I love you.." He breathed, glancing over as Bandit slowly crawled towards them. He smiled at her, reaching over to thread his fingers in her hair. "Hey, princess."

"Fix daddy?"

"Fixed daddy."