jordan marcus ballard
Extrasensory
Empathetic sense.
When the smoke had finally cleared and it was said and done I found myself addicted by the age of 21
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Dec 1, 2012 16:28:19 GMT -5
Jordan curled close as he sat down in Deacon's lap. "But they need me now.." He whispered helplessly, sneezing and mumbling apology. He closed his eyes, resting his head on Deacon's shoulder, reaching to rub at his bruised jaw.
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deacon reid rudman
Doctors/staff
Coroner.
How awful it is to love something death can touch.[RS:12]
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Post by deacon reid rudman on Dec 2, 2012 14:15:20 GMT -5
Deacon shrugged, hugging the boy close to him. "You're only one person." He said quietly, pressing a kiss to his forehead. He hummed quietly, slowly running his hand over the boy's back. Jordan was really the only thing keeping him sane here of late. Everything else was slipping through his fingers.
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jordan marcus ballard
Extrasensory
Empathetic sense.
When the smoke had finally cleared and it was said and done I found myself addicted by the age of 21
Posts: 146
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Dec 2, 2012 14:37:31 GMT -5
"That's not enough.." He mumbled, relaxing at the soothing touch. He sighed softly. "I-.." He pushed his hair aside, revealing the bruises. "I have to prove to them...I can't lose my place Deacon... Or I have nothing."
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deacon reid rudman
Doctors/staff
Coroner.
How awful it is to love something death can touch.[RS:12]
Posts: 364
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Post by deacon reid rudman on Dec 3, 2012 15:54:50 GMT -5
"You're gonna have to find another way, Jordan. I'm not certified to put in IVs." He pressed a gentle kiss to each of the bruises, gently running his hand up and down the boy's back. He knew Jordan didn't want to be hurt again. Deacon didn't want to see him hurt. But this was a line he wasn't going to cross. This was life or death. "At least you saved Connor." He told him quietly.
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jordan marcus ballard
Extrasensory
Empathetic sense.
When the smoke had finally cleared and it was said and done I found myself addicted by the age of 21
Posts: 146
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Dec 3, 2012 23:30:22 GMT -5
"I don't care." Jordan choked. "I want to save her, too."
He pushed away from Deacon, grabbing for the remote again and hitting the button.
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deacon reid rudman
Doctors/staff
Coroner.
How awful it is to love something death can touch.[RS:12]
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Post by deacon reid rudman on Dec 3, 2012 23:43:48 GMT -5
Deacon sighed. He was tired of trying to change his mind. He just sat back, running his finger over the back of his daughter's hand.
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jordan marcus ballard
Extrasensory
Empathetic sense.
When the smoke had finally cleared and it was said and done I found myself addicted by the age of 21
Posts: 146
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Dec 3, 2012 23:52:22 GMT -5
"I'm sorry..." He whispered brokenly, looking away in shame. He sat down, holding his arm out for the nurse that came in so she could reattach the IV.
Blue eyes flicked up, gazing at Deacon in apology. "I gotta.. For you."
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deacon reid rudman
Doctors/staff
Coroner.
How awful it is to love something death can touch.[RS:12]
Posts: 364
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Post by deacon reid rudman on Dec 3, 2012 23:57:06 GMT -5
"Don't do anything for anyone, Jordan. Do it for yourself. You already saved one person. That's all anyone could ask for." Deacon kissed his forehead gently, hugging him close.
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jordan marcus ballard
Extrasensory
Empathetic sense.
When the smoke had finally cleared and it was said and done I found myself addicted by the age of 21
Posts: 146
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Dec 4, 2012 0:02:29 GMT -5
Jordan leaned against him squeezing the rag he had been given to help three blood flow as he closed his eyes. "I owe more than that.." He slurred softly, blowing hair from his face. His breaths were soft, slightly quicker than usual. He kissed Deacon's shoulder gently.
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deacon reid rudman
Doctors/staff
Coroner.
How awful it is to love something death can touch.[RS:12]
Posts: 364
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Post by deacon reid rudman on Dec 4, 2012 0:04:58 GMT -5
Deacon gently stroked Jordan's cheek, leaning down to kiss him softly. He was grateful to have such a loving and selfless person in his life. "You wanna make it official? Be my boyfriend?" He asked quietly.
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jordan marcus ballard
Extrasensory
Empathetic sense.
When the smoke had finally cleared and it was said and done I found myself addicted by the age of 21
Posts: 146
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Dec 4, 2012 0:23:40 GMT -5
Jordan looked up sheepishly, cheeks feeling warm, though barely. He shivered. "I would like that.." He whispered, trembling fingers playing with Deacon's shirt. He closed his eyes again, starting to get dizzy.
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deacon reid rudman
Doctors/staff
Coroner.
How awful it is to love something death can touch.[RS:12]
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Post by deacon reid rudman on Dec 4, 2012 0:25:48 GMT -5
Deacon nodded, gently wrapping his arm around him. His hand held tight to Bandit's hand, listening to her whimper occasionally. He closed his eyes, leaning back in the chair. "Bandit really likes you.."
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jordan marcus ballard
Extrasensory
Empathetic sense.
When the smoke had finally cleared and it was said and done I found myself addicted by the age of 21
Posts: 146
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Dec 4, 2012 0:27:36 GMT -5
Jordan smiled feebly. "I like her too.." He breathed softly, curling further against Deacon, careful of the needlevin his arm. He shivered again, sighing. "'n she's..gonna be okay."
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deacon reid rudman
Doctors/staff
Coroner.
How awful it is to love something death can touch.[RS:12]
Posts: 364
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Post by deacon reid rudman on Dec 4, 2012 0:30:31 GMT -5
Deacon sighed, biting back tears. "I can't lose you, Jordan.. I've never loved someone else like this.." He said quietly, his voice cracking. He gently ran his fingers through the boy's hair.
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jordan marcus ballard
Extrasensory
Empathetic sense.
When the smoke had finally cleared and it was said and done I found myself addicted by the age of 21
Posts: 146
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Dec 4, 2012 0:38:28 GMT -5
Jordan tilted his head to look up at him with hazy eyes. "'S okay.." He mumbled. "Don't cry Deacon.." He felt ready to pass out, had to hold out until she had enough.He felt bad, stressing Deacon out. But he couldn't let him lose his daughter, either. No, he couldn't let that happen.
He rested his head on Deacon's shoulder with a faint breath.
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