[QUINN] Mindless Maturity

[connor crayze sykes]

Blue eyes were dull, exhausted. The text had been surprising. Connor had almost forgotten about the comatose male. Minus the nightmares...and th heightened addictions..and- okay. So he hadn't forgotten. He had got closer to Perseus though, and his sister had a tail.. And he was closer to death than ever.
Maybe Connor thought he could hide such addictions, but he was losing weight again, and paying Ace back was getting harder money wise. He was using like crazy, couldn't go a fewhours without a fix. Which was a problem because his drugs had been confiscated. And he really needed them back.
He figured he'd stop to see Quinn, then try and find his drugs. He reached out a shaking hand, opening the door, scratching at his arm uneasily as he looked up, expectant.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Waking up had been a surprise. Not so much the fact that he'd had any thoughts to not doing that -- he really couldn't tell you what happened within his mind while he was in the coma -- but it was finding himself in this ICU room, hooked up to all these machines and being told what had happened. At least the basics, what they decided he needed to know. At first it had been overwhelming and he didn't know what to expect. How to feel over it. But he was alive and he supposed it would be good to keep a happy sort of outlook on that matter. He doesn't even know where he really is. He doesn't even know himself.

And so when the door to his room starts to open, he pulls his eyes away from the tv -- nothing really good on anyway -- and absently clicks it off, thinking a doctor or nurse was coming in to check on him. He did find himself hungry a lot of the time, that was for sure. Yet it wasn't those who had opened the door, no. Wide, shocked eyes met those of the other male, and Quinn was totally still for a few seconds. He took in the wings, the overall thin and scarred appearence of the male standing there, and his mind jumped to the only thing it could get to at this point. "Are you the grim reaper? Did I die?" The words were unsure, confused. Thus far since waking up, Quinn hadn't seen any of the mutations. And he didn't remember anything. A vulnerable, gullible blank slate.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor blinked. Mindless. Lovely... Connor's eyebrows furrowed. "N-no.." He slurred, tapping his fingers rapidly on his thigh. He jumped as the door clicked shut behind him, swallowing. He spotted the chart by the bed and stumbled over, snatching it into thin hands, teeth gritting. "F-fucking bastards a-and their testing." He muttered, throwing the clipboard at the wall. He coughed, staggering for a moment before he found his balance and looked down at Quinn.

"You don't r-remember..." He ran a hand through his dark hair, clawing at his arm again. "I-...we're fr-riends.. Or were..you're the f-first person I met here.. Y-you tried committing suicide i-i-in my arms."
His eyes darkened, harsh coughs spattering blood on his lips. Maybe he should leave..

[tarquin finley ellis]

He waited, trying to collect his thoughts, or what he had of them. The response from the male just made him all the more confused. Certainly winged people weren't normal? But then, what did he know? He'd only woken up recently to a world he didn't know. Anything was possible with a blank slate. Still, he watched the male move, heard the words after the winged one had looked at the clipboard. Quinn twitched when it was thrown at the wall; wondering if he should be worried or not. He just kind of awkwardly stared back, trying to figure out a proper reaction to this.

More words and he frowned, biting at his lower lip. No, he did not remember. But he was a little worried that something was wrong with the male, since he was clawing at his arm and staggering. Plus, Quinn hadn't seen anyone else looking quite like that so far. When the male spoke again, he listened. His gaze fluttered down at the last part, feeling a twist of guilt for the action he didn't remember. "That must have been awful. I'm sorry you went through that." What else could he say? He looked back up again. He noted the blood on the male's lips. "Are you going to be okay? Should I call for a nurse?" He reached out gently for the male's hand. They had been friends, right?

[connor crayze sykes]

"No. I'm f-fine." Connor muttered, pulling his hand back with an uneasy flinch. He stared at Quinn, finding it hard to forgive him despite the male not remembering. Quinn had grown pissed at Connor's own tendencies, andturned right around and fucked himself up, as if nothing mattered.
He played with his own fingers uneasily, then stretched a wing, messing with the feathers. Jittery, uneasy. He felt like his skin was crawling.

A soft breath was drawn. "Y-you didn't care.." Connor's voice cracked. "Y-you treated me lile e-everyone else. You tr-ricked me. What was I-I? A cheap lay? A-a-a thing to own, contr-rol?"
But Quinn wouldn't remember. He swallowed, sliding down against the wall slowly and pulling his legs close, rubbing at scabs lacing his wrists.

[tarquin finley ellis]

He dropped his hand, swallowing uncomfortably and letting his fingers pluck absently at the bedsheets. He didn't know what to do or say in this instance. He hadn't a clue. Quinn watched the stretching of the wing, momentarily enthralled by such a thing being real. Of course this wasn't really a good time to think like that, not when it all seemed wrong. He could feel the vibe in the air; so much was unsettled here. He couldn't even fathom what would make him try to commit suicide, what could be so bad. But there was nothing there in his head to tell him. It was so very empty. Lonely.

He nearly jumped when the male spoke again, and a new flood of guilt came just by hearing the words that were spoken. Quinn had no idea how to deal with that was being said to him. He just watched and listened, feeling upset about it, even at himself. It doesn't really make sense to him. He didn't feel like a bad person. But he supposed that was to be expected if he doesn't know anything really about himself. He plucked at the IVs and hookups, grimacing as he pulled them out and staggered to his feet. Things were dizzy for a moment, then he slowly made his way over to the winged male, settling to the floor. "Please don't hate me. I don't know why I was so mean... I don't want to be that kind of person." His voice was soft, sad.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor watched with a blank expression as Quinn got up. He wanted his drugs. Needed them so bad... Fingers peeled a scab away without so much as a wince, blood welling up to the surface. "Get back i-in bed." He didn'twant to be punished for Quinn being up and about. Tears started down his cheeks and he rubbed them away. "Doesn't matter. Y-you don't know me now.You don't u-understand how bad I-I've been fucked o-o-over."
Eyebrows furrowed again and he pulled his wings close, shrinking away. Connor was losing his trust just as fast as he was losing his life.

[tarquin finley ellis]

He frowned at the words to get back into bed, looking over at it; the place he'd been told he'd been laying for over a month. He sighed. He didn't want to be in bed. "I'm tired of being in bed." He said simply. Then he saw the tears and tensed up; not knowing what to do about that. He sighed at the words. It was true; he had no idea of these things. But that didn't mean he didn't care now. He couldn't help but care now. Though it was strange to hear that they'd been friends, and yet... if they had, why would he have been so cruel as all that? It didn't make sense to him.

He looked back at the male; the way he was sitting, shrinking away. "No... I don't... but I want to fix it. I'll be a better friend this time, if you let me.." He looked at the male, pleading. He honestly wanted to make it better, and he didn't want to be alone right now. "How can I fix it? I'll do anything I can to make it better... please?" He was scrambling for anything, just wanting to help, to keep the friend he'd had, even if it made no sense to him now. "You could, um... hit me, I guess...?" Quinn was feeling pretty useless at this point, and it did sound like he deserved it.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor shook his head. He didn't want to hit anybody. He didn't want contact. He wanted to believe Quinn, he was desperate. But what if he started remembering? Or worse. What if Connor accepted that friendship? He didn't even know him now. Sighing, Connor shrugged and began to work on another scab, shaking. Where would they keep confiscated items, drugs especially? He began to chew on his lip.
Then he snarled, hands fisting in his hair. "I n-need them..." He cried.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Quinn sort of slumped against the wall, pulling his knees up and setting his chin there; arms around his legs. This was all kinds of horrible, and he wasn't sure how to change that. He slanted his eyes at the male after a few seconds, just watching another scab being picked off and wishing the winged male wouldn't do that. But he couldn't tell him not to. There was no reason for that, and he didn't think he had the right to ask, to even be bothered by it right now. So he would just... sit there and wait, because what else was there to do?

He hated to see the male shaking like that, and at the snarl he flinched and leaned his body in the opposite direction. He felt unsettled, hearing the words and wondering what 'they' were and if he should ask. But.. if it helped, even a little.... Quinn was still unsure. He bit his lower lip. "What are they? Maybe I can help you?" He wasn't sure he could, but if there was a way, then he'd certainly try.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor laughed bitterly. " You h-hated me on drugs, and y-yet you attempted overdose." He swallowed, returning to clawing at his arm. The withdrawal was miserable. "M-meth.. They caught me a-and took my stash... I n-..n-need it." At least he sure thought he did. The drug was the worse when it came to addictions and relapses. He trembled, swallowing and rubbing at his face before he leaned back against the wall.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Quinn looked uspet at the words, the bitter laugh. That sounded messed up, for sure. "That was hypocritical of me. Or maybe I was trying to say something by it..." He didn't know, but he didn't think he would have done it if he thought so badly about it without a good reason. He's not sure he wants to know it, though. He listened to the words and inhaled, not sure how he was going to help with that. "I don't know where they took it... can you get more somwehere else?" This seems highly illegal, but it looked like the guy was freaking out.

Quinn was going through all the possiblities in his mind but not coming up with much of anything that could be useful. Of course there was that feeling that he should not be helping this male get drugs if he hated it so much, if he didn't like when the winged male was on them. And well, since Quinn had tried to commit suicide on drugs.

[connor crayze sykes]

"I-I,don't have money left..." There was always giving his body up for pay..right? Ace probably preferred a physical toy anyway.b"And not s-soon enough." He drew in soft, quick breaths. He shuddered, sweat dripping, clinging his hair to his forehead.
"Mm sorry I-I got mad at you... I'm sorry I c-couldn't love you like you wanted.." Fresh tears began to fall. He was a mess.

[tarquin finley ellis]

He stared at the floor in front of him, trying to think. At the words, he was debating something in his mind. "If there's money in my room you can have some." He offered, glancing over at the male. Then he frowned. "Not that I know where that is... but..." He sighed. Yet, the winged one would know, right? It seemed likely, so that could possibly still work. Maybe. Quinn wasn't sure what else he could do. "And if I do maybe, um... we could bribe a staff who knows where they put it?" He didn't really like the idea, but he'd been mean to this male and said he'd help if he could. He'd stand by that.

It was just getting worse from what he could tell, and he wasn't really understanding how bad it could get for the male. Yet when the other words came he was starting to get an idea on how bad. And he wasn't sure he could handle that. Quinn didn't know what to say to the words themselves, even. It said a few things to him, but... how was he suppost to respond? Mostly he just wanted the male to feel better. "It's...it's okay... I'm not holding it against you now..." He said softly, wanting to reach out and hug the male, but not wanting to cross a line.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor swallowed, squirming. "Y-you still deserve better.." He rasped, gagging. 'Don't get overworked' he reminded himself. Jot off medication. The seizures and panic attacks were getting horrible.
He touched at his chest, ready to go barge into rooms at this point, no matter the cost.
Wings twitched, and he shifted his weight uneasily, pushing his hair from his face.