[CLOSED] 'nother day another dollar

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson hugged him tight. "Shh..I'm not goin' nowhere..nobody can know I'm here yet though, okay..?" He kissed him soft and slow, tears falling down his cheeks. "Oh god, Nevada...I'm so sorry..." He pulled him up and towards the car, sitting him down in the front seat. "Stay there. Hang on a moment.." He grabbed rope out of the back, tying Nixon's wrists and ankles, and tossed him in the trunk, shutting it before climbing into the drivers seat, grabbing a random hat to pull on, tucking his wings close. "We're gonna go grab you your medicine baby... And then figure out how to get him behind bars.."

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada kissed him slowly, clinging to him. He'd thought he was gone, that he wasn't coming back. And he'd missed him terribly. "I love you.." He breathed, couldn't help the cringe as he was pulled up. His back was killing him, his legs ached. Not to mention his hip and chest where his tattoos had been cut off of him. He sat there patiently, looking blindly out the window as he pulled his legs up close.

"I don't take medicine.. I don't think.." He mumbled, reaching up to run his hands through his hair. "I can't see now.." He said quietly, laying his head on his knees.

[jayson thomas christopher]

"They gave you stuff in the hospital to stop the voices before.. We're gonna take you in at this one using Cory's name, okay? It'll help you get better, I promise. And I'll see if I can find more contacts or your glasses. Check the glove compartment." He drove quietly, glancing at the mirrors every so often. "Is anybody looking for you or Nixon?"

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"Okay.." He mumbled, feeling around for the glove compartment. "Yeah.. They think I killed you.." He said quietly, finding his glasses. He cleaned them off on his shirt, then put them on. "He cut off my tattoos and made me take out all my piercings.. He dyed my hair and he kept sleeping with me.." He curled back up in his seat, closing his eyes. He ran his hand up his arm uneasily, listening to the voices in his head.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson bit his lip. "It's all gonna be okay, Nevada.." He breathed, pulling up to the current town's hospital. He put the car in park and scooting over some, reaching to pull Nevada close, hugging him tight. "I love you." He lifted him bridal style as he got out, and headed inside in a rush.
"You gotta help," He begged brokenly. "My brother beat up somebody in the last hospital 'for they could sign anything out to them.. We have to get to the next state over, our mom is terribly sick.. But...but my brother's got the parasite and he really needs some medication.."
He couldn't believe they thought Nevada killed him. Enough of those thoughts and he was crying, adding to the effect.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

A nurse helped Nevada into a stretcher, but he started sobbing, holding tightly to the bed. He wanted to be next to Jayson, not in this bed. She tried asking if he knew his name, but he only shook his head, curled close to the other edge of the stretcher.

"We gotta know your name, honey.." She told him. But whatever shard of identification he may have had earlier was gone now. He could be anyone, for all he knew. "Sweetie.."

"I DON'T KNOW WHO I AM!" He cried, trying to move away from her. They finally got him tied down, but he wiggled out of the straps. If he'd been 150 pounds four days ago when Nixon took him, he wasn't now. They finally gave him a seditive, but even that didn't work. Not with his parasite eating away at everything. "NO! LET ME GO!" He cried as they tried to tie him down again. "Jayson.." He sobbed.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson reached out and took his hand gently. "His name is Cory.." He murmured softly. "He doesn't have a medical record, never been sick until now..please...we gotta leave to catch our flight..is there anything to can prescribe to him?" He wiped at an eye, gazing down at Nevada brokenly. It scared him, how sick he was. But he couldn't let him stay here if people thought he was the one who had killed him.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

The nurse slowly shook her head. "Not if he's not responding to sedatives.. No oral medicine's gonna help if we can't even get him to sleep. We can call and see if any hospitals would operate, but nothing can be done before you need to catch your flight." Nevada didn't know why he was reminded of he plague, hospitals turning away people because they were too sick to help. He reached for Jayson, tears falling down his cheeks.

"Don't let me go back.. Don't leave again.." He cried.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson groaned. "Whatever, I'll take him in when we get there." He untied him and picked him up, carrying him back out to the car. The wings in his back were bothering him but he didn't retract them again. "Fuck!" He pounded his palms on the steering wheel, then buckled Nevada in before tearing out and down the road. He drove back into town, knew they had been keeping Devon at Deacon's without a problem. Maybe he could help figure out how to prove Nixon was guilty. He drove down the path and lifted Nevada in his arms again, pounding on Deacon's door.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada moved close to him, crying again as he sat him down. He didn't want to be away from Jayson. He moved close to him again as he was picked up, burying his face in Jayson.

"Ew. Blonde is not his color. Except, you know, the racing stripe he had going on." Deacon said.

"Is this home?" Nevada mumbled, holding tightly to Jayson. He was terrified he would be let go of again.

"Wait, where's Nixon? I know you didn't get away with just Nevada? Please tell me you didn't kill him.." Deacon said,