[OPEN] it hurts to remember.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon tipped his head to the side, kissing his hand gently. He held Bandit close as he turned over, laying her between the two of them. He leaned over, kissing him softly before he pulled away, laying back. "Id give the world if I could, Connor.. Not just for me. For the girls too. We love you. A lot." He said quietly, running his fingers across his chest gently.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor smiled somewhat sadly, but the happiness of knowing the words were true masked it. "I-I know," He breathed, kissing him gently. He draped an arm over Badit with a faint smile, kissed her forhead. After a moment the faint tickle beneath his nose made his eyebrows furrow. He brushed a finger beneath it, swiped the blood away. Again, nothing of it right? He'd snorted drugs, had his nose broken plenty, it was common that it bled. "Damn," He complained.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon sat up, gently taking his hand and pulling him up too. He didn't want it making a stone in his stomach and ending up making him sick. "Just sit up, okay? It's kinda hot out.." He said, rubbing his back gently. He looked up as Thatcher came back, handing Connor his water. He looked over at Bandit, laying on her back in the grass with her fingers in her mouth and a hand in her pigtail. He looked back at Connor, reaching into Bandit's diaper bag for a tissue. He handed it to him, taking the milk from Thatcher to put it in her cup.

"You're a good daddy, aren't you?" Thatcher asked, and Deacon rolled his eyes.

"She's a little over a year old, Thatch. She's not exactly very hard to take care of." He said, but knew it was Thatcher's way of complimenting him. "You wanna go get her towel?" He asked, watching Thatcher walk off again to the car.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor sat up slowly, leaning foward a bit and mumbling thanks as he took the tissue, holding it to his nose. He glanced up as Thatcher returned, desperately wanted his water now but didn't want blood everywhere. He felt ready to pass out suddenly, head spinning, and groaned faintly.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon wrapped Bandit carefully in her towel, handing her to Thatcher when she started to cry about being disturbed. He rocked her gently, Deacon leaning over to brush Connor's hair behind his ear. "Connor? Are you okay?" He asked, scared at how he could feel his soul again. 'Please don't take him..' He pleaded, kissing the side of his head. "Do you need to go to the doctor, baby?" He asked, gently stroking his hair. 'Oh God, please.. I need him.. Don't take him..' He thought, rubbing his back slowly.

[connor crayze sykes]

"I'm..just dizzy.." He insisted, unaware of the blood in his teeth. He coughed softly, more spattering his lips. He gazed at him hesitantly, drew in a careful breath. All he had wanted was to enjoy the day... And to drink his damn water.
What did they want from him? He shivered, running his hands up his sweaty arms.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Fuck.." Deacon breathed, could practically feel Connor slipping away from him. "Go get Bandit in the car."

"I'll just take her home." Thatcher said, taking her diaper bag. Deacon picked Connor up carefully, walking him to his car as Thatcher walked to his with Bandit. Deacon opened the door, helping him into the back. He snatched the car seat out, handing it to Thatcher. He pulled out his keys, climbing into the driver's seat. He started the car, and started towards the hospital, looking up to see Thatcher hadn't even left yet, Bandit screaming in his arms.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor curled up in the back seat, breaths shallow and slow. He mumbled Deacon's name, wiping at the blood that bubbled past his lips. He shuddered, shifting his weight. It had all come so suddenly. And then he began to seize.

[deacon reid rudman]

"It's gonna be okay.." Deacon breathed, realizing just how much of a lie his words were, and how far away the hospital seemed. He groaned, wondering just what he had done wrong to deserve this. 'Why couldn't I have died a hundred years ago like a normal person?' He thought, pulling into the parking lot. He ran inside, telling the nurse what was wrong. She got a team out with him, and a few moments later, he was inside.

"Deacon?" He looked over to see Ace there, the boy pale and scared. And it was then that he finally broke down.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor was barely conscious when they finally got him out of the car and rushed him inside. His lungs collapsed moments before they got him in a room and he jerked.
Somebody yelled something, but the room went black.

Trez had realized he had been pocket dialed when Connor did't answer and there was shouting. Somebody noticed and told him what was going on and where, and he was stumbling in minutes later, wild and confused. "What the fuck is going on?"