king of wishful thinking | Connor

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor let out a slow breath, realizing he needed this too, needed the numb. "No.." He murmured. "Y-you stay until you need...o-okay..? I s-said I was here...I a-am...." He worked his boxers off wone a wince, blood smudging his fingers before he offered the other broken male a kiss. "I-I don't want you gone for good, e-either.." He pulled him a little closer, giving his permission for Quinn to do as he pleased.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Quinn was trying to stop the shaking, but it was a difficult process with his heart fluttering within his ribcage as he waited with baited breath. He listened to the words as they came, watching as Connor worked off the bloodstained boxers. Quinn melted into the kiss as it was offered, fingers holding gently to the side of the male's face. More words and Quinn closed his eyes for a moment, letting himself be pulled closer. There was a heavy, shuddering breath as he reached back for the vodka and pills; downing more quickly before setting the bottle aside.

Then he was shifting a little and pulling at his own clothes until they were off, thrown over the side of the bed before reaching to take Connor's shirt off as well. He was careful with his touches over the winged male, not wanting to make any of the pain worse. Yet he was taking his time, letting the drugs have time to settle into his system. For the moment he simply wanted to be close to Connor; kissing the male sweetly, tenderly. Quinn wanted Connor to know how he felt in these moments, what this meant to him. In Quinn's mind, everything was falling into place. It was getting somewhat peaceful, even, dispite the building pain.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor didn't resist any of it, kissing over Quinn's jaw before he buried his face in his neck. In those moments, he cried silently, holding Quinn close. The other male didn't understand how much they both needed this, what Connor had been hiding, what had happened to him as well. His little sister, Ace, all of it.
He rubbed Quinn's back gently as the vodka and pills were reached for again, goo out of his own element now to bother try and stop him from taking anymore, from taking toouch.
Tears had dried, focus on Quinn again, and he gazed upat him in full submission for once, blue eyes calm and patient.

[tarquin finley ellis]

He had already known what he aimed to do before he had ever stepped foot in Connor's room. He obviously hadn't planned out any precise steps, of course. Pills, alcohol, just being there with the winged male. That was all he'd had. All he needed. He had closed his eyes when Connor said he didn't want Quinn gone for good; there had been no way to look the male in the eyes just then. He couldn't have responded. But he did hold Connor as the male cried into his neck. Quinn didn't know what Connor was feeling or thinking. He probably wouldn't have been able to handle it anyway.

Connor couldn't have stopped Quinn from taking too much. Any of those specific little pills were a risk. Any of them, and Quinn was taking so many... He'd known what he was doing. He knew it from the start. Of course Quinn was glad that it would be this way. He hadn't actually thought it; had figured that maybe he would simply slip away in Connor's arms silently. This was better. Probably much faster, too. He could already feel the skipping of his heart, the growing tightness in his chest. Even through that, Quinn felt relaxed and calm. He moved carefully into place, kissing over Connor as if the winged male was the most precious, loved creature in the world.

Quinn had held nothing back, no matter how much the pain was blinding him, how hard it was to breathe. His straining heart was going too fast, and the pressure was causing tiny blood vessels to rupture through his chest, his lungs. It wasn't hard for him to notice the buildup of fluid that was causing his breath to become so shallow. He was gasping through the moment of bliss, and he pressed Connor's hand above where his stuttering heart was. "My angel of death... love you." His heart stilled for a moment, and his body jerked, and he fell to the side, eyes glazed as his heartbeat jarred through him. He clung to Connor, trying to hold onto some shred of dignity through it, face ducking to the male's shoulder before coughing up blood from his lungs. Then Quinn's eyes rolled up and he passed out.

It should have been over. Instead, he slipped into a coma after the heart attack. It made his breathing shallower, but with the blood forced from his lungs, it was easier on his body for all this to happen. It let his heart regulate back to normal, let the popped blood vessels start to heal over. A process, but since Quinn was in a coma, he couldn't overtax his body to the point where it would keep the healing from occuring. Either way, his condition wasn't stable. Failed suicide attempt number one.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor frwned at the gasping, the shallow breaths. Hevwas unaware of what was going on at first. He should have known, should have realized the signs of a suicide attempt. Connor would kick himself for it later, for not being straight enough in the head to notice.
But when his hand was pulled to Quinn's chest and those words were spoken, Connor panicked. Talk about a buzz kill.

"N-no... Quinn no.." He choked, realizing exactly what Quinn's promise had meant. Of all people though, to try and off himself in Connor's arms was perhaps a mistake. Connor felt the warm blood flow over his bare shoulder and he gagged, hugging the jerking male close with a broken sob. "F-fucking bastard." He choked, smacking his cheek.

But Quinn had slipped off, comatose considering his faint breaths. Connor had been down that path.
He laid Quinn on the bed, yanking his bloodied jeans on and scooping the male in his thin arms with a grimace before staggering from the room, screaming at anyone in his way, cursing at Quinn's unconscious body angrily. He finally made it to the hospital, barging in. "F-fix him..." He demanded, stumbling. He watched Quinn pulled from his arms before he collapsed. A light in his own dilated eyes, hands wrapping around his wrists, and he was led towards the torture chamber.
Connor lashed out, kicking and screaming, pissed, until he was handcuffed and tossed into a restraint room instead.

[driscoll luka renshaw]

Driscoll had been the 'lucky' doctor on duty in the area and moment when one of his patients had barged in with a different and unconscious patient in his arms. Driscoll had reacted, pulling Quinn away and onto a stretcher. There hadn't been time to question Connor, was it? on what had happened, but Driscoll already had an fair idea, considering he knew the medical record of this patient. They had to stablize Quinn, figure out the damage and pump the stomach. Which showed exactly how this had occured in the first place. Once all the IVs and moniters were hooked up to Quinn in the ICU room, there wasn't much left to do but observe and wait.