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

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada ate his food slowly, more worried about how strange it felt eating with his tongue ring in. He glanced over at Jayson occasionally, hoping he was okay. When he got full, he pushed the tray away.

"You're full?" She asked, rocking the jello back and forth.

"Yeah." He mumbled, figuring a smart remark would only make her mad. Or keep him here longer. And Jayson seemed to want him home. She smiled at him and picked up his tray. She checked a few things, then carried the tray out of the room as Nevada occupied himself with his blanket.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson watched him pushed the tray away, and bent to kiss his cheek. "I'll be back." He smiled, stabding slowly, abd followed the nurse out of the room, closing the door behind them.

Touching her arm gently to get her attetion, he paused and bit his lip. "I-...what happened..? He's-" He waved his hands helplessly. "He can't just have like, a heart attack or whatever for no reason.."

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada nodded, watching him go. He curled up in the bed, pulling off his glasses and setting them aside as he closed his eyes.

The nurse jumped a bit, obviously startled. "Well.." She shifted to her other foot, grabbing his chart from the door. "He's only twenty, give or take a few years considering he has no idea what his birthday is. And we don't have a birth certificate, so he wasn't born in the United States. Or he just.. was never given a social security number." She shrugged. "He could have been poisoned. He could have a clogged artery. He could have a heart defect. He could have gotten severely overheated. He could have had a panic attack. Or it could be directly related to one of his parents. But I'm not allowed to tell you what exactly they found. Only that they would like further testing." She shrugged, putting his chart back. The only thing's sticking out were what was scrawled in red ink- 'son of Hade's' and 'pronounced dead for 13 minutes and 43 seconds.'

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson scowled. "Real fucking help," He muttered, glaring. He eyed the chart warily, unsure if he wanted a closer look or not. Finally with a shake of his head, head ducked back into the room and over to his chair, dropping into it with a gusty breath efore scooting it even closer. Leaning forward, he kissed Nevada tenderly on the lips before gazing down at him. "Doin' okay..?"

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada kissed him back slowly, reaching a hand up to cup his cheek. He pulled himself closer, knocking his glasses to the floor. Zander got up and picked them up, setting them back on the bed before he took his chair again.

"Mhm." He smiled. He traced his fingers slowly over Jayson's cheek, looking blindly at him. He could have put on his glasses, but that would have involved moving and pulling his hand away from Jayson. He leaned up, kissing him slowly before he laid back, closing his eyes again as his chest rose and fell slowly, his heartbeat staying strangely steady.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson smiled, meeting the second kiss gently. When Nevada laid back down, he sat back, crossing his arms over his chest and watching him with quiet affection, every soft rise and fall of his chest. He looked around thoughtfully, yawned.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

It was nearly an hour later and Nevada had almost managed to fall asleep when the nurse came back in. He groaned, pulling the pillow over his head.

"He hasn't gotten sick?" She asked, and Zander shook his head.

"Nope. He's just been laying there. Think he's tired." He mumbled, and Nevada kicked his feet in irritation.

"Hey." She said, patting his leg. He groaned, and she pulled the pillow from his face. "What's your name?"

"Nevada." He said, looking up blindly at her.

"Nevada what?"

"I don't /know/." He groaned.

"If he doesn't know his name, he has to be released into someone's custody. Who wants him?" She asked, handing him his glasses.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson watched them, huffed faintly at the interaction with a shake of his head at Nevada's antics. He glanced at Zander then shrugged, holding his hand out for the form. He was eighteen now thankfully, Zander had other things to deal with, and if it came down to it, they could stay at his place in the basement or something if not the apartment.

"I'll sign it," He murmured softly, stretching a bit as he looked over at Nevada.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"I see!" He exclaimed. The nurse handed over the form, waiting for him to sign it before she walked off to get a wheel chair.

"You guys can stay at my place. I don't think your dad would appreciate you bringing home a crippled Nevada." Zander said quietly. The nurse brought in a wheelchair and his change of clothes Zander had got.

"What? I can't walk?" He asked.

"Get dressed and we'll see. But you probably don't remember how." She said. He wiggled into his skinny jeans, then waited for her to take off the rest of the wires before he pulled on his shirt. Zander walked over to him, taking Nevada's hands.

"I got you." He said. But Nevada just stared blankly at the floor, swinging his legs back and forth.

"I don't remember." He said, looking up at Zander. Zander helped him into his wheel chair, shaking his head at how sad Nevada looked about it.

[jayson thomas christopher]

"He wouldn't be happy if I brought home a Nevada, period," He mumbled under his breath, watching him quietly with a frown. Couldn't even walk..?

He got up and stepped towards him, stooping to hug him gently before kissing him softly on the lips. Straightening up, he handed the form back to the nurse. "He can suck my dick if he has a problem with it though, I have to get clothes anyway." Sure they were words Jayce often spoke tauntingly, but they were bitter and angry towards the way his father had been treating him.