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

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada smiled, leaning down to trail kisses across his neck. He traced his fingers slowly across Jayson's chest, sucking slowly on his neck. He trailed his fingers down his arm, lacing their fingers together as he laid down. "Maybe we should get some sleep." He suggested, kissing him gently again.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson tilted his head to the side at the kisses, taking his hand gently with a smile. He met the last soft kiss. "Yeah, maybe," He mumbled softly, pulling the blankets up around himself just in case his parents walked in. He rolled carefully onto his right side, curling up and pulling Nevada close. "Mm..love you."

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada moved closer, careful not to hurt him. He smiled. "I love you too.." He whispered, closing his eyes. He soon fell asleep, thinking faintly that he hoped he wouldn't be woken up to any more bad news. He turned over on his back, his breathing growing shallower.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson nestled close, vaguely aware of the aches growing in his body, that he should be careful with sleep considering his concussion. But he was absolutely exhausted, and soon deep in sleep anyway, lips parted with his soft breaths, body relaxed against Nevada throughout the night.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada yawned, and stretched, rubbing his eyes. He had fallen asleep with his glasses on, but hadn't moved an inch. Probably because he knew Jayson was hurt and didn't want to hurt him. He sat up slowly, pulling the blankets over his boxer clad waist. He looked around the unfamiliar room, then laid back down, folding his arms under his head.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson stirred when he felt Nevada moving around, and groaned, yaening. He wondered if Zander needed him at work or not, curled up a bit and whimpered in pain at the action, eyes flicking open as he drew in a sharp breath, gritting his teeth.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada jumped, startled by the noise. He looked over at him, leaning over gently to kiss him. "Are you hurting?" He asked. He rubbed his chest gently, hoping it would make him feel better. Seeing him in pain was horriible. He almost felt guilty, knowing he himself had practically nothing wrong with him, and here Jayson was in terrible pain.

He didn't know what to do, either. Not being able to walk was really putting a damper on his spirits. How was he supposed to take care of Jayson when he couldn't even take care of himself?

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson nodded, teeth still gritted together. Swallowing he closed his eyes to hide the tears. Cory had his pain medication downstairs. He fumbled with his phone, sending a quick text before groaning and burying his face.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada nodded slowly. He felt worse, and simply laid back on the bed again. He looked up at the ceiling, tracing lines on the ceiling. He pulled off his glasses, laying them on his chest and he rubbed sleepily at his eyes. He felt more confined here than he had in the hospital. But then again, he was all too aware he couldn't walk now. At the hospital he had assumed he could.

[jayson thomas christopher]

"What's that for?"

Jayson tensed at his fathers voice outside the dor, heard Cory stammer an excuse.
The door opened and he raised his head, biting down on his lip as his father eyed him and Nevada.

Cory shrugged guiltily, holding the glass and medication close as their father yanked the covers down. "What the hell happened Jayson?!"

"I-I-...I was driving 'n got..t-boned," He mumbled.
"You snuck out again?"
Jayson remained stubbornly quiet, wincing as his father started yelling at them not only for leaving, but for himracing when he had been told not to, and then not letting them know he had been in the hospital and making Cory lie.

He gagged softly as stress mixed with pain, gripping tightly at the bed.