[QUINN] Devil's Bitch

[tarquin finley ellis]

Quinn twitched at the words; starting to get very, very riled by this fucked up teeter-totter. "You don't even want to be back in! Is that not what you just told me? Damn you, stop holding it over my head!" His voice was cracking. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He wasn't ready for this, not from Connor. He couldn't withstand it very well yet. Quinn was going to snap in a very uncalculated way any minute now, and Connor was going to end up on the floor.

Quinn needed to focus on something else; the food thing. Anything to keep his mind clear and on track. At the mutter from the male about not eating, he grumbled lowly. "Then I'll have you strapped to a bed so they can feed you through a tube. At least then I'll know where you are, so for me that's an added bonus. I'm not telling you to eat an entire meal. A little bit of applesauce or something." He glared at Connor, waiting.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor glared back. "I-I said I didn't want you hurt, I wasn't tr-rying to get rid of you," He spat. And still Quinn was persistent about the food. He refused to be strapped down. Not by the fucking freaks who had gotten him into this mess in the first place. Then again, the doctor who had nearly killed him was dead now anyway, right? He shifted his weight on the edge of the bed, coughing feebly before drawing in a wavering breath. "N-no. I-I don' deserve f-fucking nothing."

[tarquin finley ellis]

The roller coaster was never going to end. Quinn doubted Connor actually knew what he wanted at this point. The words combined with actions and the other things that had been said conflicted. Perhaps Connor didn't think about that, but Quinn wasn't going to just forget. It's messed up that the male is doing this to him still, though Quinn wasn't being much more then royally fucked up right back at Connor. Neverending circle, must be. "How can you say that? You tried to make me go back to Makism. You don't even know anything about him when you did that. If it had worked, that seems like a pretty effective way to get rid of me. And you can't even tell me now that you don't want me gone, can you?" The words were chilly, annoyed.

And he wasn't going to let up on the food thing either. No, something would have to happen. Someone was going to break, and Quinn seriously doubted it would be him. At least not in that. He wasn't kidding about it,, and no matter how stubborn Connor was, Quinn was just as stubborn. And stronger. He was bound to win this round. The words didn't even cause Quinn to blink. "I don't really care what you do or don't deserve. Haven't you noticed that? It won't change my mind on this. It didn't change my mind on how I felt about you either. So deal with it." Were the low words. He just watched Connor, wondering what it would end up coming down to.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor drew in a slow breath. But he really didn't know what he wanted anymore, as long as it was attention. Whether good or bad it didn't matter, he was desperate and confused and hurting all in one. If anything, he wasn't straight enough in the head to make his own choices about anything right now. He said nothing on the matter, staring back with cold blue eyes. But that sharp edge of pain lingered in their depths, he was hurting physically as well.

He swallowed. "F-fuck you.." He whispered brokenly, unsure of what else to say. He didn't want to be hospitalized, but doubted he even had another day on him at this rate.

[tarquin finley ellis]

The silence was quite loud in it's own right, though Quinn just let it be for now. Perhaps Connor was thinking things over, maybe deciding what he'd rather eat. That would be good, if that were the case. But there was mostly confusion and pain that Quinn could see in the male right now. It just wasn't affecting him anymore. These were the choices made and the problems that arose. Quinn hadn't been able to take anymore, not when he had been trying so hard to be better then he had been. It was thrown in his face, and so he lashed out. Didn't look like that was going to stop, either.

The words that finally came caused a wry, amused smirk to curl over his lips. That left a response to the words wide open, and Quinn latched onto that simply to keep his mind clear of any haze. "Would you even want to?" Comes the inquiry. It's curiousity that causes him to ask as well as amusement, because he highly doubts that Connor even could if he wanted to being in the shape the male was. Might as well dig into all that. Connor might be hurting and confused, but why should that matter to Quinn? Why should that stop him at all now?

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor looked away at the question of challenge that came in response. Fuck, he didn't even know. He barely felt the fresh tears falling down his cheeks. He didn't know /what/ he wanted... He wrapped his arms tightly around his thin stomach, staring at the floor with furrowed brows, shivering. His wings ruffled and gentle tears dripped from his jaw into his lap, seeping into his jeans.
He had no more words, but the silence was tortuous in itself. He was going to lose his mind.

[tarquin finley ellis]

No response to that, nothing. Quinn wasn't exactly surprised by that, though. Nor even by the tears that had started falling down Connor's face. He was getting used to it, and he was growing colder over the whole ordeal. He didn't feel the need to wipe away the tears or hold the male in attempt to comfort him anymore. Connor didn't want those things from him, right? Those were things done for someone that you cared about in all the ways that Connor didn't want from Quinn. So be it.

Quinn looked away and after a minute he walked over to the mini fridge and took out a pudding cup. Not exactly applesauce, but he would have gotten that elsewhere if Connor had shown any interest in it. Grabbing a spoon, he walked back to the male and shoved the pudding and spoon at him. "Eat a little bit and I'll stop bugging you about it tonight." He said evenly, a hard edge to his voice regardless.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor glared back, but there wasn't much venom in the action. He was hurting too bad and far too exhausted. He just took the thing, managing to get the plastic off, gagging at thethought of even eating. Still, struggling to scoop a spoonful with how his hands were shaking, he finally took a bite, bringing a hand to his mouth and swallowing. He took a few more, then gagged again, the texture and taste too much, and set it aside with a wavering breath.

Connor could care less what Quinn thought. "Y-you act like you'll n-n-ever forgive me... I'm s-sorry I fucked up with y-you like the coroner...I-I should stop try-ying.." He reached to wipe tears from his cheeks and curled up in Quinn's bed, shiverig beneath the blankets, one wings hanging off the bed. And even th ough it was just past morning, he was soon asleep again; exhausted.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Sure, Connor glared at him, but at least the male had taken the pudding and took a few bites. That made it better, though it looked pretty terrible for Connor to choke it all down. Didn't matter too much, because it might give the male another day or so. Maybe. Quinn wasn't really sure how all that worked; he'd never tried to starve himself. Never had the urge to do so. Lack of eating for a bit, fine. But this was just messed up. Most of what Connor did seemed messed up though. When the male set the rest of the pudding aside, he just took it and threw the rest out, putting the spoon in the sink.

Then he turned back to look at Connor when the male spoke. There was a thin frown on his face at the words. "I thought you already did stop..." Quinn pointed out, just watching Connor curl up under the blankets. Of course the male was soon asleep, and Quinn stepped quietly over to the bed, stroking lightly over Connor's hair and staring off; lost in thought. Whatever this was, it kept a sort of holding pattern. There was no way to go one way or the other until it was figured out. Once the confusion was over in Connor's mind, then things could go one way or the other. But it was the things the male said, the contradictions of words that kept it this way. Anyway, he stepped away after a bit and grabbed earphones and an mp3 player and settled in bed next to Connor to listen to it and wait.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor's body unconsciously relaxed with the fingers through his hair in his sleep. He mumbled the name 'Adam' under his breath, wheezing faintly butotherwise not stirring as Quinn settled down next to him with music. Connor rolled over at some point, shuddering, and gasping faintly forbreath in the briefest of moments. And then his body began to relax again.

His hand tensed against the pillow where it laid, closer to Quinn. And on his stomach it was hard to tell by sight, but his breathing began to slow further than before until it was an occasional shallow pant. By the time it was just barely enough to keep him alive, his temperature had plummeted.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Mostly, Quinn was staring at the ceiling while he listened to music, that or he'd close his eyes for a little while and just get lost in it. He had glanced at Connor when the male rolled over; watching for a moment or two while Connor finally relaxed again. He almost didn't notice the way the winged male's hand had tensed at the pillow, but he did catch it before he'd looked away. He turned off the mp3 player for a minute and reached out to Connor's hand. Cold. Way too cold. Alarm spread through Quinn as he pulled out the earphones and rolled closer.

His hand found Connor's face. Not good, far too cold for a person to be without being well.... twisted into that sort of thing. "Connor... wake up." His eyes searched out the breathing rhythm, turning the male over and moving close to pull Connor to him; letting the heat from his skin increase, hoping to warm the male. Connor was breathing far too shallowly, and Quinn couldn't help the chill that swept over him while dealing with this. "Connor!" His voice was more urgent, needing the male to be awake and stay awake. Quinn was feeling.... panic.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor didn't stir as he was rolled over, head tilting to the side with the action, no control over his body at all. After several agonizing minutes, his breathing stopped.

It was uncertain how long he was like that, heart rate slow, barely a trace.
And then Connor gasped faintly, his chest feeling tight as he struggled with each forced breath and curled closer to the arms around him, the heat there while he wheezed.

[tarquin finley ellis]

The alarm only increased at the lack of response from the male, and Quinn tried to shake him a little, but still nothing. He had no idea what to do, nothing was working, and he couldn't get Connor to wake up. Cold, bad breathing... and then the breathing stopped. Quinn knew he really couldn't do cpr or anything, it would only crush the male's insides and make him more dead. He whimpered and crumbled, a low muted keening sound in his throat as he held to Connor. And finally; tears. Quinn should have been expecting this, he should have been ready, but he wasn't.

He still didn't want to let go. Who knew how long he would have held whatever was left to himself, clinging? Then Quinn heard the faint gasp, and Connor was struggling to breathe again. When the male curled closer, Quinn's hands roamed, rubbing and trying to keep Connor's circulatory system warm and going; trembling from what had occured. Quinn couldn't even manage words yet.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor's lips parted as he struggled, arching and squirming helplessly.Each forced draw of breath was audible, blue eyes glazed and scared. If he hadn't practically been in shock from not being able to breath, he might have been crying. Trembling, cold fingers gripped at Quinn's arm instinctively, just knowing he didn't want to be alone.

Finally the tears did come, far too tortured by his sick body. He gagged, but couldn't find the strength to move for the edge of the bed before he got sick. He felt himiliated and scared, terrible for what he had said to Quinn, never happier that he was there, yet at the same time feeling more alone than ever.

[tarquin finley ellis]

He didn't know what to do, his arms loose around Connor as the male squirmed; not letting go but not holding tightly. Quinn could see the fear in Connor's eyes, felt the male grip at his arm. "I'm here, I'm not going anywhere." He reassured Connor quietly, stroking over the male's hair for a minute. Probably a good thing, since Connor got sick the next moment. Thankfully it hadn't gotten on the bedspread -- there hadn't been all that much in the male's stomach to begin with -- but it had ended up on Quinn's shirt. Not an issue. He simply leaned back and removed it, using a unsoiled spot to wipe at Connor's face before rolling it up and tossing it to the floor.

Then came the part where Quinn had no idea what he should do next. Stay right where he was, or grab a washcloth. Finally the urge to clean Connor up more won out. "I'm just getting a washcloth..." He murmured, then was quickly up, getting one, putting soap on it and running it under warm water. He rung it out then swiftly returned, moving to wash the male's face better before putting the washcloth aside and pulling Connor into his arms again. "Don't scare me like that." Came the words, very quietly. Quinn's eyes were still watery from his own tears, and he still had no idea what he should do next.