we are the shadows screaming take us now | Connor

[connor crayze sykes]

"No," Connor mumbled, curling up. "I-I wanna go to breakfast..." He bit his lip, looking over at Quinn curiously for a reaction before he tried sitting up, gasping in pain and touching his stomach again. His heart hammered painfully with the struggle of even sitting upright, drawing in a wavering breath. He wasn't sure he could even stand.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Of all the things Quinn was expecting Connor to possibly say, that was not one of them. "What?" The word was already past his lips before he could cover up his surprise on the matter, shaking his head a little. Was he still half asleep that much? But no, the male was looking at him curiously as if waiting for such a response. Well, Connor had gotten it. Quinn blinked and shrugged his shoulders. "Um, okay. That sounds like a good idea..." Yes, Quinn was still a bit bewildered by the words, the very fact that Connor seemed to want to eat. Did he wake up on the wrong side of the bed today? Whatever, this was a good thing.

He watched as Connor struggled to get up, offering his arm to help balance and steady the male. Then after a minute Quinn got up and moved to the bathroom, shutting the door. He returned and looked around Connor's room again, starting to search for another wing-cut shirt for the male and tossing it to the bed where Connor was before grabbing some of the male's jeans and bringing those over. "Get dressed and I'll take you to get your breakfast." He said evenly, glancing around again. "You have any shirts big enough for me to borrow?" Came the inquiry. Might as well attempt to change his if he wasn't going straight to his own dorm to change. And Quinn was honestly more prone to try and be clean then he might seem. His own dorm was usually pretty well kept, even.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor frowned at the bewilderment. "I-...I h-h-hurt so bad....this isn't how I-I wanna go out.I need food" He swallowed, thankful for the help in sitting up. "Ch-check that bag." He nodded towards his suitcase. Several of the shirts were slashed up from beatings with a belt. But he never had a way to get newer clothes.nowthey could be used and cut to fit for his wings, he supposed. There were other shirts in there,all big on him, especially now.
He worked his own shirt on carefully, then squirmed into his jeans before finally reaching for the medication and water on his bedside table. He swallowed two pills.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Quinn was silent at the first words, nodding. Well it was about time Connor figured that one out. Starving to death was not going to be a fun way out, not at all. And if the pain and all caused the male to realize he needed to eat, all the better. Quinn wasn't going to argue that at all. He was glad that it finally settled in before it was too late. Though at this point the malnutrition might have already done too much damage that couldn't be repaired. Guess they'd have to wait and see about that, though if Connor had managed to hold on this long, maybe he could fight the rest, too.

When pointed in the direction of the suitcase for shirts, Quinn looked through what was there, pausing after holding up the third belt-slashed shirt. There was a low curse word said under his breath before he grit his teeth and simply took one of them that looked like it would fit and put it on. He walked back over to where Connor was, waiting for the male to be ready to go. "Will you be able to walk if you lean on me, or shall I carry you?" He inquires, holding out his hands and looking at Connor, debating if he should honestly confinscate a wheelchair or something.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor frowned at the curse. Nobody needed to know how bad he had been treated at home, how half his life had been spent on the streets and here had been better until recently. But then Quinn was approaching and pulling himbfrom his thoughts and he looked up, shrugging. He took the other male's hands with his own thin ones, hauling himself shakily to his feet and practically collapsing against Quinn, clinging to him so he wouldn't hit the ground. Tears glinted in his eyes, terrified of the damage he had causd himself, how he couldn't even keep him balance. He looked away, willing himself not to dare shed a tear. It didn't exactly work.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Quinn was thinking to himself as he waited with hands held out, and once Connor had hauled himself to his feet -- unfortunatly the male had stumbled against him -- Quinn held Connor up carefully, trying to steady the winged male's movements. Well that seemed to answer the question, didn't it? Quinn gave a quick rub along Connor's back between the wings, then gathered the weaker male up in his arms, holding Connor snuggly to his chest. He wasn't going to drop the male, though that never seemed to sink in. Might as well hold Connor close and quell those fears if possible.

Looked like he would be finding a wheelchair soon enough. Wouldn't be hard, considering the hospital was right there. So many things on his list of things to do for later, wasn't there? But Quinn didn't mind, kept his mind busy and that could be a good thing. He probably should check in with the staff anyway, there would be enough things to be sorted out as it was. More to the list, how fun. But Quinn said nothing of these things as he started to carry Connor to the dining hall, wondering what the male would try to eat for breakfast. Once there, he found a table and lowered Connor into a chair. "Do you know what you want?" He asked, curious on what the male would try to eat today.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor curled up against him, trembling. He kept his face hifden until the tears stopped. But the humiliation only grew as they entered the dining hall. He glared at anyone who stated, shifting his weight when he was set down. "I-I don't know..something easy on the stomach..." He mumbled halfheartedly. He knew he shouldn't try amd eat a whole lot to start with, but it didn't stop his stomach from twisting woth hunger at the thought.

[tarquin finley ellis]

He could feel Connor trembling against him, and he had to wonder if that was because of fear of being dropped, or that the male didn't like being to weak to stand on his own. Didn't phaze Quinn either way, though maybe it would prod Connor into taking better care of himself to get to the point where he could do those things himself again. Yet Quinn could still feel the tears soaking into the shirt, and he warmed his skin there enough to evaporate the dampness when it was over.

And Quinn glared as well at those staring as he brought Connor into the dining hall, not interested in deal with anyone's bullshit on the matter. When the male spoke on what he wanted; not very helpful, but Quinn could find something anyway, he leaned down to drop a kiss on Connor's lips. Quinn didn't give a rat's ass who was looking or what they thought of it. Then he straightened and wandered over to check out the food selection. He wasn't sure what to get, so he simply ordered two sets of scrambled eggs, toast, and sides of applesauce. Hopefully something would be appealing to Connor. He brought the plates back after paying or whatever and set one in front of the male, handing Connor a fork and spoon before settling into a chair with his own plate.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor met the kiss almost absently, staring down at the table while he waited. He didn't want to be made aware of anybody that might be staring or whispering.
Luckily it didn't take terribly long for Quinn to return with food.
Connor murmured a thanks, poking at his eggs before taking a bite and chewing slowly. It tasted amazing though. Connor shifted his weight, drawing his knees up into his seat and taking another cautious bite.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Quinn didn't mind, didn't think anything of the response to his kiss. It's what the general world sees as a sign of simple affection, and it's that reason alone that he's done it. Yet he's off to look over and order food moments later; trying to figure out what might be good enough at this point. Doesn't make much of a difference, most of what he brings back to the table should be easy enough on a stomach. Quinn doesn't expect Connor to eat much at all anyway, but it's a start and that's fine and dandy. Whatever works in the long run.

At the murmured thanks, Quinn nods and watches Connor for a moment before jabbing at his own eggs with a fork to eat quietly; starting to stack some of the scrambled eggs onto a piece of toast to eat it that way. It wasn't the same as sunny-side up on toast, but it would have to do. So Quinn kept at that, not eating too fast as he didn't want to be finished and staring at Connor or everyone else in the area. Of course as it so happened, he was finished quickly enough, and so he got up, taking his plate away and returning with some orange juice and placing that in front of Connor before sitting back down.

[connor crayze sykes]

Conny r was aware that, while Quinn finished his food, Connor ate half his eggs, a bite of toast and some of his applesauce. He didn't dare eat anymore though. If it made him sick, he'd rather have a little than a lot. And to avoid being as sick, he knew smaller portions were the best to start with.

Blue eyes watched Quinn get up, then return again, and he took the juice with slightly more steady hands than before, taking a slow drink of it, tjen wrapping his arms around his knees and looking around. He stomach growled at him and he frowned.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Quinn noted how steady the hands that took the juice were, and this was a step in the right direction. His gaze ran over the unfinished food on Connor's plate, but at least there was a fair amount eaten condisering that Quinn hadn't even expected the male to eat what he had. Also a good thing, so long as Connor could keep it down. Guess they'd have to wait and see about that part, though Quinn did have to go off and do a few things today before he came back around for bedtime. Not that he was in a rush; he wasn't.

Either way, when Connor wrapped arms around his knees, Quinn simply took the plate from in front of the male to take it up to get rid of it. There was nothing Quinn could do about the growl he'd heard from Connor's stomach, but he'd have to ask later how it all went. For now he would see what else Connor wanted to do before heading off to do his own thing. After returning, he traced a fingertip over the curve of one of the male's wings thoughtfully. "I have a few things to do today... Do you need to go anywhere before I head off?" He asked evenly, waiting.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor coughed softly, only brought back to attention at the brush of afinger over one of his wings. He looked up at Quinn and shook his head slowly at the question. He'd dropped out of school before coming here, had no interest in education. It wasn't like he had any friends. He decided it best to take it easy today, less of a risk of getting sick right?

Unwrapping his arms from his knees, he set his feet on the floor again and shifted his weight uncertainly. He didn't dare try to attempt standing again, not when there would now be an audience. Falling before having to be carried would be much more humiliating than not even trying at this point, no matter how much he hated showing such weakness.

[tarquin finley ellis]

His eyes were on the wing his finger danced across, and when Connor looked up at him, his gaze drifted to the male's face. Hmm, nothing to do today. "I can bring you back to your room, then. I'll swipe you a wheelchair too..." His words drifted off as he thought about that one. Yeah, he could do that after checking about some other stuff and drop that off to Connor. It would be all good, getting these things done. Quinn didn't like having stuff all on his mind like all that was currently there now. Obnoxious.

Quinn would approve of Connor taking it easy for the day on account of trying to keep the food down, so that kept him from needing to check in more then once before nightfall. He watched as Connor put his feet on the floor, but after a moment or so, he picked the winged male up and started walking right back to the mutation ward. Sure, this much carrying around of a person made Quinn's arms a little sore, but he did not complain. Didn't give any hint that it bothered him at all. Once at the room, he sat Connor on the bed, kissed the male's cheek and then started off for the day.

He did come back a few hours later with the wheelchair as promised -- complaint or not from Connor over it -- and left not longer after that. He didn't return until nightfall, only to slip into bed next to the winged male and fall quickly asleep. It had been a busy day. With morning, Quinn was up and out of bed with another kiss sent to Connor before heading off once more, letting the male know he'd be stopping by to spend time later.