Caiden's fingers messaging his head felt better then he though. He kept slowly very slowly stroking Tristian's hand. He wanted to hold or touch Caiden but he knew he couldn't so he just sat there holding his son. *Grrrrr*
She noticed how his hand twitched trying to move up. "Don't Colt," she said placing her hand on his, "don't strain yourself." She twined her fingers around his.
Colt slowly tightened his fingers around her's. He listened to her voice closing his eyes again. He tightened his hand as much as he could. He wanted to tell her how much he loved her, but he couldn't.
Colt felt Caiden get up and he held tightly to her hand. He could hear Brent moving around.
"Pick up Tristian." Brent said. Colt wanted to protest, but Caiden let go of his hand and picked Tristian up. He wanted to yell. He couldn't feel either of them.
She could tell that Colt was upset about something, so she took his hand in hers and squeezed tightly. "It'll be okay love," she promised, "it'll be okay."
She could sense the pain coming out of him she squeezed his hand tighter and kissed his cheek. "Hang in there love, it'll be over soon. He'll make the pain stop."
Colt hoped she was right. He just held her hand trying to ignore the pain. It got more intense and he fought hte blackness again. he had to stay awake, he had to.