[CLOSED] turn it all around or throw it all away.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada shook his head. 'When you think yourself is stupid, you have issues.' He thought. He stayed close to Jayson, falling into a deep sleep when he finally got comfortable. He kept an arm draped lazily over him, his breathing growing shallow with sleep.

He only stirred when Jayson was woken, didn't feel like opening his eyes. His warmth was gone, and he turned over onto his stomach, folding his arms under his head.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson got up reluctantly, sliding from beneath Nevada. Bending down, he brushed his hair back and kissed his forehead. "I'll be back in an hour," He murmured. "My mom is asleep upstairs."

He draped the vlanket over him and followed Cory back up the stairs and quietly out the door, jumping into one of the two cobras idling softly out front.
He followed his adopted brother a good ten, fifteen minutes into the main part or estenberg, a crowd forming, drinks being passed around, drugs. Revving his engine, he smirked at the guy pulling up next to him and got out, snatching a beer from Dyson nearby and cracking the top.

"Starting in ten!" Cory ypwled, disappearing into the crowd and returning with a girl minutes later.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada just mumbled something incoherently, then lad back. He pulled the blanket closer, curling up so he was nothing more than a ball on the couch. His sleep deepened, memories of him and Jayson playing before his eyes. He turned over onto his back, a whimper passing his lips and he stretched out, one arm fallen off the couch.

[jayson thomas christopher]

"Pleaaassse can I ride with you?"
"Not tonight, Zoey. I just wanna win this and go home." He finished off his second beer and tossed the bottle on the ground, listening to the glass shatter. As promised, after two drinks he was done.

"Come on Jayson or we're starting without you!" Somebody called, revving their engine.
He smirked, slinking towards the car and climbing in, starting it up before looking towards Dyson holding the pistol, his arm around a girl though he seemed far less interested in her than she was him, more focused on going back to drinking quite obviously.

Jayson revved the engine a last time as he watched Dyson's finger tighten, and stepped on the gas, listening to tires screech as the trigger was pulled. Somebody on the road honked at the four of them racing, and he swerved around them, cutting Cory off and sticking his tongue out as he passed him before reaching over to crank the music.

He cut the next guy off as well, grimacing as their bumpers grinded, and headed towards the round about, flipping off the guy tied for first. He continued the rest of the race without a problem, the start finally coming into view, eyed the guy next to him and stepped on the gas.

He didn't pay attention to the light at the four-way, didn't see the truck speeding away from a cop until it was too late. Panic washed through his body and he tried hitting the breaks but he was going too fast. The truck didn't stop, and as it crushed through the side of the car, metal grinding and twisting, everything went dark.

He could heard people calling his name vaguely, less and less, could hear people scrambling to leave the race, and sirens. And then nothing at all.

---

Cory stumbled quietly down the stairs of the house, trying not to wake their parents up, hoping to keep them from knowing at least for now. He shook Nevada desperately.
"Hey, wake up dammit.. Jayson's in the hospital. Get up."

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada jumped up at the touch, always quick to wake when anyone touched him. He looked up confused at the guy he didn't know. "Jayce is what?" He asked, wincing as his jeans pressed against his piercing. He shifted, not used to it at all.

"Well, that would be all fine and dandy if, you know, I could /walk/ or something!" He said, but was careful to keep his voice down. As far as he knew, it was still night. He felt like screaming or crying or both. He couldn't walk, he was too proud to be carried, Jayson was in the hospital for whatever reason. He honestly didn't know what to do. All he could do was stand.

[cory krysher christoper]

Cory glared, clearly just as panicked, chewing on his lip. Finally, not caring what he said, he hauled him over his shoulder, muscle packed and lean considering what he was. He headed up the stirs swiftly, snatching the wheelchair, and shoved Nevada in the front seat, tossing everything else in back before climbing in the drivers side and peeling out of the drive way in silence.

Finally he let out a soft, panicked breath, hit the heels of his hands against the steering wheel. "Truck t-boned his car, totaled it."

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada gritted his teeth as he was lifted up. He hated to be carried; it made him feel weak. He groaned when he was put in the front seat, crossing his arms over his chest in a huff.

He kept his head down, trying to hide the tears. He didn't want to break. Jayson needed him. 'At least it wasn't his fault, right?' He thought, wiping absently at his cheeks. "It happens.." He squeaked, looking out the window. He let out a shaky breath. He was in a car with a guy he didn't know from Adam. He glanced over at him.

"Okay, this is going to sound really stupid, but do I know you or are you just the bearer of bad fucking news?" He asked.

[cory krysher christoper]

Cory gazed over at him quietly, eyebrows furrowing. "His adopted brother." He mumbled. "My parents killed each other, he was my best friend." He shrugged, lifting a hand to rub at his face, and ran straight through a red light without a care before pulling up at the hospital. He pocketed his keys, getting out, and pulled the wheelchair out before helping Nevada into it rather impatiently and slinking towards the hospital doors.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada just looked out the window, tapping his fingers on his legs. He slowly followed him into the hospital, biting on his lip to keep from bitching at him. 'I'm so fucking sorry I had a heart attack. Mother /fuck/.' He thought, looking around at the hospital. It seemed all too familiar considering he had been there only hours earlier.

He waited behind Cory, figuring family overpowered crippled boyfriends who had heart attacks out of nowhere. He folded his hands in his lap, looking down as he played with one of his fingers, messing with the nail. It was broken, and now that he was aware of that, it would bother him.

[cory krysher christoper]

Cory mumbled something to the nurse, desperate that they get in, and jerked a finger down at Nevada with a huff. He managed to get out of having their parents called, but groaned as he was told he had to do paperwork.

The nurse explained Jayson was awake on and off already. "You follow her," He mumbled, looking at Nevada. "I'll do the paperwork stuff." He nudged the wheel chair gently. "She says he'll probably be awake, and if not soon." He grabbed the clipboard and moved to find a seat so he could fill it out.