[CON] here comes goodbye.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor raised his head to look at him, smiling faintly. "Ok-kay.." He whispered softly, crawling into the bed. Christy scooted up and Connor grunted at the touch over his stomach, pulling her higher before he patted the bed and looked at Perseus, hoping he could at least take a nap. It was barely afternoon yet, but he was exhausted.

[perseus james rudman]

Perseus climbed into bed next to them, pulling the blankets up around him. He'd learned sleeping by Deacon when they were little that sometimes, the other person just wasn't as cold as you happened to be. He closed his eyes, drawing his knees up against the wall. Despite how awake he thought he was, it wasn't long before he was asleep, hugging the blankets tightly.

[connor crayze sykes]

Lucky for Perseus, Connor was almost always cold anymore, and was soon nestled again him and Christy both, sleeping soundly. He probably slept hours away, Christy doing the same on her pain medication until her tail started hurting and she shook her sweaty brother. "Con-con..."She pushed his hair away, kissing his cheek, then gave up and shook Perseus instead. "I think bubba's sick."

[perseus james rudman]

Perseus was always a horribly light sleeper, high or not. So as soon as Christy started talking, he was awake. But it wasn't until she shook him that he turned over and looked at the two of them. "Connor?" He asked, gently patting his cheek. He sat up, kicking the blankets away. "Connor, wake up. Your sister's worried about you." He leaned over, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips in hopes of waking him up.

[connor crayze sykes]

"Ew." Christy giggled at the kiss. But it and Perce touching him had Connor groaning in complaint. "I'm f-fine.." He mumbled almost unconsciously, curling on his side as he wrapped his arms around his aching stomach. He yawned, burying his face in the pillow. So Christy crawled over and poked him in the stomach.
He snarled in pain, jumping, and her lip jutted as he opened his eyes. "don't c-cry baby...it just really h-hurts.. 'm sorry.."

[perseus james rudman]

"I know. He's got cooties." Perseus teased. It worried him how much pain he as in. And the fact his stomach was so bruised. He drew his knees close, not sure what he was supposed to do. And Deacon wasn't here to offer advice. "You want me to go get a nurse?" He asked quietly, looking him over. 'He really is sick..' He thought, realizing his horrible headache was back. But it was the least of his worries right now.

[connor crayze sykes]

Christy smiled weakly. Connor just shrugged. He wanted to sleep, he wqs tired of nurses. But the way they were both looking at him was unnerving. "If y-you want.." He mumbled, curling back up. He felt sick, but there was nothing to throw uo so he swallowed his gagged, letting Christy take his hand as he burrowed back into the blankets.

[perseus james rudman]

"Don't tell me that.." He said quietly. If given the choice, he'd keep him here selfishly, hurting or not. But he needed help Perseus couldn't give. So he climbed out of bed and wandered down the halls until he found a nurse. He pulled them back into the room, holding his arms out for Christy. "Let them look at your brother, okay?" He smiled.

[connor crayze sykes]

Christy looked up with bright eyes, nodding slowly and climbing into Perseus' arms. Blankets where pulled away again, wings moved aside and Connor whimpered at touches over the area, barely awake enough to understand half the questions. He brushed them off in agitation, insisting he had probably just been hit, that the area was always tender.
He felt sicker with their poking and prodding.
But Connor was getting scared. And that fight or flight mechanism had him lying through his teeth because he was didn't know what else to do. Once they left the room he was scrambling from the bed to the bathroom unsteadily, throwing up blood into the toilet with a panicked breath.

[perseus james rudman]

The fact they were leaving scared Perseus more than Connor being sick in the first place. "You're not okay.. Why are they leaving?" He asked quietly. He held Christy close to him, biting back tears. Panic was starting to set in. This couldn't be good at all. He doubted his brother would help much. He knew he'd use the excuse of 'well I'm not a doctor'. And Derek probably wouldn't be of much help either. He was running out of options. 'Please come back..' He pleaded silently, playing with Christy's hair.

[connor crayze sykes]

Christy began to cry as Connor leaned against the toilet with a rugged breath before getting sick again. "Ok-kay..not just a..bruise..9 He mumbled, fear wavering his voice. "Go get h-help." Begging now. Christy squirmed away, running forthe door, screaming bloody murder down the hall until she found a nurse and Deacon, tugging on them desperately. "Help." She begged.

[perseus james rudman]

Perseus watched her, then suddenly started to cry. This was just awful.

"Help? What? Help?" Deacon asked, stumbling along behind her to the room. He looked at his crying brother, then at the little girl.

"He's sick, Deac.. Fix him." Perseus pleaded.

"I'm not a doctor! I can't do shit!" Deacon said.

"You have a degree! You know something! Please!" He cried until his brother finally walked into the bathroom, running his hand up the boy's stomach as gently as he could.

"You run into something?" He asked, his hand stopping just above his waistband. He drew his eyebrows together, pushing down a bit harder. "You know, you really should start eating. When your parents said your stomach would eat itself, they weren't lying." He turned to Christy. "Go down to the morgue and tell Derek to call the surgeon, okay? Big guy, pointy teeth, looks like he could kill a horse with his bare hands. Him. Go fast. Tell him it's urgent, life or death."

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor whimpered at the initial reach to touch his stomach. But when Deacon pressed down, he gagged, shuddering. He watched Christy scamper off again and groaned. "I-I know.." He whispered brokenly." He knew he needed to eat, he had just figured he could wait awhile longer.
He could hear Perseus crying, felt bad, and tried moving to get up before realizing that was a bad idea, groaning again, trembling as he gazed at the coroner brokenly.

[perseus james rudman]

Deacon sat behind the boy, chewing on his lip. "Don't move. Just sit still. Derek will be here in a minute." He told him quietly. Perseus got up and walked into the bathroom, sitting beside Connor. He gently rubbed his back, kissing the side of his head.

"They're gonna make you all better.." Perseus told him quietly, still sobbing. Deacon gently rubbed his brother's back, hoping he would be okay.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor groaned, slumping against the toilet, wings stretched limp on the floor. He tried focusing on the his back, but Purseus sobbing had his own tears falling. He was surprised the male cared after such little time.
The door flew open, and then Christy was sniffling in Derek's arms. Derek had called the surgeon down as well and stepped aside out of his way, glancing at Deacon in question as Connor gagged, blood staining his teeth, arms wrapped around his thin torso.