[QUINN] Mindless Maturity

[tarquin finley ellis]

He made some sort of non-committal sound in his throat at the words of deserving better. From the sounds of it; no, he didn't. "Not if I was as much of a bastard as it sounds. I don't deserve anything." He finally said, looking a bit gloomy over it all. But he needed to help, not feel bad about stuff. The male's rasping and gagging were only making Quinn more nervous, and he didn't want anything bad to happen. The addiction had to be really bad to drive the winged male to act like this. And that wasn't just going to go away.

Quinn took a deep breath and moved to stand again, offering a hand out to the male. "Come on, we'll go find something. You can help me find my room and I'll see if there's anything of use." It was all he could do at this point, and maybe there were drugs in his room that could help a little. He did try to kill himself with drugs, afterall. There probably were some leftovers, right?

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor hesitated. But at this point he wasn't even thinking about punishment for taking Quinn from the hospital. The staff already hated him. What was one more wrong? Still, he couldn't bring himself to take the offered hand, using the wall to slowly and shakily push himself to his feet. He had been trying to eat for awhile until the drug use picked up again. And the monster was known for taking away that appetite. It wasn't a good idea, getting his drugs back. He was probably dead in a week if he didn't get help soon. He let go of the wall once he was on his feet, trembling as he moved for the door.

[tarquin finley ellis]

He let his hand fall to his side when he realized the male wasn't going to take it for help up. He wasn't thinking about what could happen if he left, he just knew that he wanted to help this once-friend, and he most certainly did not want to get back in that bed. He didn't much like being in the hospital. It smelled weird and the machines bugged him. Nothing good on tv, either. Even a short walk -- or a long one -- was perferred to that. He didn't even know how he could say no to helping when he said he would,e ven if it was for drugs.

He sighed a little, watching the male and waiting to simply follow; which he did. Then it occurred to him that there was a question he should have already asked. He blinked. "I probably should have asked before.... what's your name?" The words were careful, not wanting to offend the male because he didn't know, couldn't remember. Though if he couldn't remember anything else, that had to be obvious.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor froze, drawing in a slow breath. "Connor." He muttered, shaking. He put a hand on the wall as he walked, not even bothering see if Quinn was following. His chest shuddered with each breath, skin clammy, mind uneasy. After a moment he stopped, doubling over as he gagged, dry heaving. There was nothing to throw up though, andhe crumbled to his knees, panting.

[tarquin finley ellis]

He saw the male freeze, feeling instantly contrite over the whole matter of forgetting once again, not that there was anything he could have done about it. Not get fucked up in the first place, probably. A lot of good those thoughts did him now, of course. But he nodded at the name, saying nothing. He simply followed along as Connor went, trying to remember this place and what he was seeing. Nothing helped. Nothing stood out to him. Though he supposed that was how it would be, since if he were to remember something, it would stand to reason he'd remember the male whose arms he'd been in before it all went dark.

But he didn't. That made him believe he wouldn't remember anything else, either. So he gave up on that while he followed along; halting when Connor stopped and doubled over, shrinking against the wall in alarm; not sure what to do. But when the male crumbled to his knees, Quinn gathered him up -- not actually picking him up though -- holding him close to wait it out; his eyes worried. "It's alright..." He wasn't sure if he was saying that for Connor's sake or for himself at this point, but it seemed like something to say. He stroked over the male's hair gently; waiting.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor tensed at the touch, then curled in the once familiar arms as he shook, fingers digging against the male's shoulders, the chills from sweat having him shivering that much more. He felt like his veins were on fire, heels digging against the scuffed floor. It caused him to burrow further against Quinn, struggling with his body's confusion. Sure, withdrawal wasn't necessarilydeadly , if you were healthier in the first place. Even so, it was painful, agitating.

[tarquin finley ellis]

When Connor tensed, he wondered if he should let go, but then re-thought that one out, considering Quinn didn't want the male to fall again. He waited it out, not holding too tightly in case Connor wanted to pull away. He wouldn't stop the male from moving, though instead of that, Quinn found himself surprised at how quickly Connor curled there, even going so far as to dig at Quinn's shoulder. He didn't mind that, just wanting to hold the male up for as long as it was needed. It was the least he could do. But the worst part was he didn't know how to feel over the whole matter.

It was nice, holding someone, but Quinn felt a bit awkward about it. It doesn't truly strike him that he's been, well, intimate with Connor at one point. Yes, the words were there, but upon waking, Quinn would have probably assumed himself straight. That in itself proved a rather odd conflict within him. Still, he tried not to think of those things -- he wasn't in that kind of mood to begin with -- though it did leave him questioning about himself. Quinn took it all with a grain of salt; simply wanting to be here for what he hoped would again be his friend.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor coughed over Quinn's shoulder, blood spattering the floor. Broef panic washed through him until he realized it was because his nose had started to bleed. He pulled away, slowly hauling himself to shaking legs and turning the other way, heading back into the main part of the hospital. Arms wrapped around the throat of the first nurse he saw. "Where's m-my drugs?" He demanded breathlessly, snarling as somebody else approached, shrinking back with the frightened nurse still in a headlock.

[tarquin finley ellis]

He twitched at the sound of blood over the floor, glancing over his shoulder to see. But then Connor was pulling away, and he let his arms drop, standing there and watching. When the male went back towards the main part of the hospital, his eyebrows furrowed and he frowned. However, he did start moving after Connor, following again because otherwise he'd probably just end up lost. Not really what he wanted to do right now. He wouldn't be very helpful wandering around not knowing where he was going.

Yet when Connor put his arms around a nurse's throat, Quinn's eyes widened and he stepped closer as he heard the words, reaching out. "Connor, don't..." He was worried now, fingers clutching at the male's arm; looking distressed at the frightened nurse Connor held. "Tell him where they are so he'll let you go." He implored the nurse; having the feeling that things would get very bad if Connor wasn't told where they were.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor growled, pulling away from him, grip tightening on her throat. "Now." He hissed, coughing again. She insisted she didn't know and he glared, gasping as one of the staff struck him across the back. Connor sank to the floor, wheezing for breath, blue eyes bright, pissed. He hauled himself up, spinning mid swing for a hit, screeching as his arm was twisted back. He writhed desperately, squirming away and scampering towards the staff room, skidding inside as he gasped and gagged, pulling drawers open and tossing papers aside until trembling fingers curled around that packages of drugs and needles and his lighter. He slammed the door, blocking it with a chair as he sank down and began to melt the crystals, ignoring the thud of a body against the door.

[tarquin finley ellis]

He sighed, trying to figure out what to do, since he could hear that the nurse didn't know where the drugs were. That wasn't good. Quinn was so distracted he didn't even see the other staff member come up and strike Connor. He moved to try and keep the staff from hitting anymore, but he was pushed back -- he didn't remember any of his skills, either -- and gained his balance again as Connor squirmed away and went to the staff room. Quinn moved after him, trying to hold back the staff from going in and doing anything to make matters worse.

He saw the door slam, watched the staff try to get the door open and fail. He reached the door as well, pushing the staff away and making a surprised sound when his hair was jerked back. Reflexes kicked in, and before he knew it the staff was on the floor. "Connor, let me in!" Quinn felt a bit of panic, trying to get in and not being able to. But that's when the fire spread from his hands onto the door and he stumbled back in shock. Then he turned around, simply willing the fire to push outwards and keep the staff back. It was only a matter of time before more arrived, though.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor swallowed, could smell the door burning. He smacked at his arm, filling the needle before fiding his vein and jamming it in. Eyes closed as he pressed in the plunger, coughing softly and tugging it out when it was empty. Blood eyes flicked up. No time time melt more. So he began to grind it up into thin lines to snort instead, not even grimacing at the burn up his already damaged nose. Bliss.
Somebody busted through the door, unlatching it and pushing the chair away before pushing it open. Connor grunted as his hair was tugged, yanking him to his feet. He spread wings harshly, knocking the guy back before collapsing, numb.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Quinn fell in a daze when something hit him in the head, not knowing exactly what had been thrown at him before the flames flickered out and someone rushed by him to bust through the door. Someone else was grabbing him, and he blinked and struggled in the grasp; a few quick movements that seemed more natural then anything sending the person back and to the floor. He darted through the door just in time to see Connor collapse, and Quinn didn't even think about it before he knocked the staff out and picked Connor up, holding the male close.

Then he was darting out of the room and past the others, dodging more things thrown at him and feeling rather panicked in those minutes. He found his way out of the hospital; shouldering doors as he half ran. He didn't know where he was going, trying to lose the trail and finally rushing into a building and into a room; not even looking around to see what kind of room it was or anything; simply slumping his back against a wall and clinging to Connor as he panted for breath; trying to gather hit wits about him. Didn't look like anyone was able to keep up, which he was thankful for. Yet... what had he gotten himself into?

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor swallowed as he was lifted, still clinging desperately to his drugs. By the time they were out of the hospital and slumped against the wall, Connor was flying. He leaned back, trembling eventually fading away as he drew in quiet breaths. He rubbed slowly at his arms, coughing and reaching up to wipe at his freshly bleeding nose.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Quinn had forgotten much around him but what was going on in those fast paced moments, and now that he was trying to catch his breath and out of direct attack, he could feel a searing pain in his chest. He hissed through his teeth, arms falling away from Connor as he slanted to the side, trying to calm down. He felt dizzy, like the room was spinning and tried to hold himself up. He fell to the side, not able to focus on what Connor was doing or any of that as he clutched at his chest, squeezing his eyes shut. He didn't remember how to calm himself down from this, and it was a struggle now. More then anything he was trying hard not to whine like a little bitch about the pain.