it's not always black and white | Connor

[tarquin finley ellis]

Quinn simply watched the two for a moment, and then he started putting anything ot of order back into place before going back to the bathroom, grabbing the razorblade and putting it in a bag. He shifted a little as he looked at them. "I should probably... Go..." He ran a hand through his hair. Connor should be alright with Christy around, right? At least he would think so. "Um... I left the bag of popcorn on the microwave..." He said, starting to move towards the door.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor looked up. "Y-you sure? You don't wanna w-wqtch a-amovie woth us?" He was startingto feel terriboe because their fight. He rubbed Christy's back, watching her pulp herself onto the bed.

[tarquin finley ellis]

He paused, glancing from Connor to Christy then back to the male. "Yeah.. You two should spend some time.... I should get back to paperwork and stuff..." He responded evenly, sending a smile to Christy before he simply grabbed up any trash bags around and headed out the door. First stop, get rid of the bags, then he'd go and get some stuff down. Maybe start writing stuff down. Who knows.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor stared sullenly at the floor, guiltily running his fingers over it. "Kay.."
He stirred when Christy tugged a wing, and got up to start the popcorn, grabbing the bag when it finished and handing it to Christy before popping a movie in and climbing into bed. He curled on his side, sighing dejectedly.

[tarquin finley ellis]

After getting back to his room and having things all sorted out with the paperwork, he finally got ready, brushed his teeth and stripped down to put pajama pants on, then flopped down to sleep. He was half tempted to start locking his doors, but he didn't care too much at the moment. He slept through the night like a rock, but decided to stay in bed after his alarm clock rang. He swatted it across the room, knocking the battery out. Then he rolled back over to sleep some more.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor was quick to fall asleep, Christy curled against him. Connor didn't sleep well, tossing and turning, and he woke up on the floor, Christy's head on his stomach. She must have covered them up. He groaned, shivering as he sat up.
"Bubba you look sick," Christy yawned, pattng hs forehead.
He grunted, nodding, smirked when her stomach growled. "let's get y-you breakfast."

[tarquin finley ellis]

After awhile, Quinn finally woke back up and rolled out of bed with a groan. He went about getting ready for the day, brushing his teeth then doing stretches and such before shoving another DVD disc in and watching the martial arts on it, attempted to mimic and get back into it. Getting a little better, at least. Done with that, he hopped in the shower, got cleaned up and then went to the computer, grabbing his phone on the way and texting Connor to make sure the male was okay. Then he turned the computer on, and started to do a few online courses, racking his brain to think on what he needed to do.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor got up, coughing and gagging as he went about getting Christy dressed before he headed to the bathroom to change his boxers, cleaning up the scabbed cuts. He got dressed after managing a shower. His phone went off as he left the bathroom, and he answered it, telling Quinn they were going to breakfast.

[tarquin finley ellis]

When his phone went off for a response text, he looked at it, then wrote back to let Connor know he'd probably be at the hospital for a few hours and such. Just in case the male was worried about getting into anything or.... whatever. Quinn got a few things done on the computer as far as courses went, at least enough for one day. Then he brushed his hair quickly and went off to the hospital to help out. Mostly just cleaning work and all, some filing of papers and bringing this or that to a nurse or doctor. Standard day, really. And it kept his mind off a bunch of things as well.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor took Christy to breakfast, finding his chest felt rather tight. He asked for a gpass of water and sipped it slowly as Christy ate, then he offered to take her to the library so she could get a book. By the time they got there, Connor was wheezing, stumbling dizzily. Christy must have told somebody because suddenly he was being escorted to the hospital and led to a room. They hook him up to oxygen dispite his agitated fit, and he scowled, playing with Christy's hair.

[tarquin finley ellis]

So much for standard day. It roamed through his mind when he heard word that Connor was in the hospital, and after cleaning one of the surgery rooms -- at a faster pace then normal due to worry -- he moved quickly to where he had heard that Connor was, pushing open the room door and glancing over the oxygen that the male was hooked up to. He lifted the clipboard and eyed it, then put it back with a little frown. "What happened?" He asked evenly, handing a lollipop from the nurse's jar absently to Christy as he waited for an answer.

[connor crayze sykes]

"J-just...couldn't breathe.." Connor mumbled softly, playing with the tube in his nose, watching Christy take the lollipop happily. "We was at the lib'ary," She huffed, nodding.
"I'm f-fine.." Connor insisted. But he'd already told Quinn that they had told him his heart and lungs were going more rapidly now. And it did worry him.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Couldn't breathe. Quinn sighed softly, nodding. Well, the oxygen tube should help. He grimaced a little, swatting gently at Connor's hand to stop him from playing witht he tube. "Don't mess with it." He grumped softly, glancing at Christy when she spoke. "Did you read any good books?" He asked, checking over a few things in the room before eyeing Connor again at the words of being fine. "Yeah. Fine. Cause people who are fine get hooked up to oxygen all the time for kicks..." He pointed out with a frown. Though there probably were a few that did it for kicks. Always oddballs out there.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor complained at the smack on the hand, but he stopped messing with it. He watched Christy shake her head. "No, bubba had to come here. We can gowhen hefeels better." Connor bit his lip and nodded, scowled at Quinn, nodding towards Christy. She knew he was sick, dying even. But she didn't need to know about this.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Satisfied that Connor had stopped messing with the tube, he made sure everything was in it's place and nothing too bad was around to get ahold of, and looked back when Christy spoke. He saw Connor's scowl and nod at the girl and made a face but said nothing. He went out of the room for a moment, bringing back some juice for Christy and handing a water bottle to Connor. Then he pulled up a chair and sat down, leaning back to look at them both.