it's not always black and white | Connor

[tarquin finley ellis]

He winced at the words, at the way Connor sobbed and tangled fingers in his hair. But Quinn couldn't move, not even for that. Could not let the male take the drugs. Quinn's eyes followed Connor's movements around as the winged male paced around. There wasn't all that much Connor could do about this but deal with it, because Quinn was still stronger and faster and could keep it from happening. And he was only doing it because he cared, because he did not want to see Connor get anymore sick or OD. That's what Quinn had to hold onto. Needed to deal with this. "You can do this. And.. I'm going to do what it takes to make sure of that." He added carefully.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor shook his head, tears falling down his cheeks. He gagged, pressing a hand to the wall, then glanced towards the bathroom. Anything at this point. He was in panic mode, barely aware past his desperation.

[tarquin finley ellis]

This had to be another type of torture, having to see this, watch it happen to Connor, what the male had to go through to deal with this. Quinn didn't like it, didn't want to see it happen. But he could not give up or give in. He had to wait this one out, because it had to happen. Quinn almost closed his eyes when he saw Connor's tears, but he was glad he didn't when he saw the winged male's look toward the bathroom. "Oh hell no." The words were low, tense. Connor was desperate and Quinn knew it. This was going to be a bit uncomfortable. He moved over to Connor and pulled the male into his arms, manuvering over to sit against the side of the bed. He could hold Connor until the worst of it passed.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor.. Well, Connor screamed. He writhed in the grip, wings spreading, hands pressing helplessly at Quinn' chest as he tried pushing himself away. But he was too weak, and eventually fell into sobs until he was gagging, again trying to get away before he got sick this time.

[tarquin finley ellis]

The scream made Quinn jump, flinch and pale. But he still didn't let go as Connor writhed and tried to get away. Quinn couldn't let that happen, could not let this get to him, but it was. It was cutting him deeply and he didn't know how to stop the internal pain of knowing how bad this was for Connor. The male wasn't the only one having it rough. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." And he was. He hated this, holding Connor like this to keep the male from doing anything stupid. Quinn wouldn't even care if Connor got sick on him at this point. He'd go through all of it without pause.

[connor crayze sykes]

"F-fuck you..." Connor sobbed brokenly, then began to cry harder when he realized what he had said until he finally got sick on the floor oveelr Quinn's shoulder. He shivered, coughing, then began to struggle again, pressing away. He had lost so much weight and strength...

[tarquin finley ellis]

He closed his eyes at the sobbed words, the crying. Was this what it felt like to break? Right now all Quinn wanted to do was go curl up in a corner in his own room and pretend this wasn't happening. He heard Connor get sick but didn't move, didn't make a sound. Tears were starting to sneak down his own face as he kept his arms around Connor, feeling the male struggling against him and feeling like the most horrible person in the world. It was awful, but there wasn't many options, and this was what he thought was best. It had to be. Connor had to get better. He just had to.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor whimpered, resorted to hittong Quinn feebly in the chest, shoulder. After awhile he wore himself out, panting softly from where he was slumped against the other male, tears drying on his face, shivering.

[tarquin finley ellis]

He took the hitting without a word or move, just letting Connor take it out on him because Quinn knew the male needed to do that any way he could. It was fine, he understood, no matter how badly this was affecting him, too. Yet finally Connor was slumped and panting there, worn out from the attempt to get away. Feeling the male shiver, he let warmth seep over his skin, wanting to make sure Connor was warm, just not too warm. And he waited, not giving an inch just in case the male renewed his efforts to escape from his arms. Quinn didn't know what else to do.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor began to ease up when he started warming up. He buried his face in Quinn's neck, breaths growing a little more rugged with his panting.
He swallowed, wings collapsing slowly to the ground around the two of them.

[tarquin finley ellis]

When Connor started to ease up, Quinn felt a little better, though he was still careful about it. He did not want to drop his guard, though he supposed that Connor couldn't really get far if the male tried to run off. But Connor could possibly hurt himself by tripping or something if he scrambled. Not something that Quinn wanted. He didn't move, just sitting there with Connor in his arms and hoping that the worst was over. He didn't really know how long this was going to take, and that had him a bit worried. But Connor would probably end up falling asleep eventually, right? Yet then.... how was he going to get any sleep if he stayed awake to watch over the male? So many questions with no answers.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor's breathing eventually returned to as regular as it could be with previous overdose damage.He pulled his wings a little closer, slumped in Quinn's arms. After awhile, he started dozing.

[tarquin finley ellis]

He took a breath and let it out when he heard the way Connor was breathing. Better. He shifted a little as the male pulled his wings closer and slumped in his arms. When Connor started dozing, he sat there for a few more moments, then got up slowly, carefully, and moved the male to the bed and setting him down. Quinn pulled up the blankets over Connor, then he waited and watched the male for a few minutes before turning around and taking the drugs out of the drawer, going through everything and collecting any blades or whatever. He put the blades in a bag, then went to dump the drugs down the toilet to flush them. Then he was putting the blades in the trash to take out later. Then he cleaned up the mess and sighed softly.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor curled tightly under the blankets. He would be pissed when he found out his drugs were gone, razorblades. He stirred uneasily on the bed occasionally, whimpering and twitching, teeth grinding.
He jumped awake at some point, gasping briefly before groaning and burying his face.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Oh, Quinn figured that Connor would go a little bit postal about the missing drugs and blades, but he did not want all of this to be for nothing, for Connor to just get high again or start cutting. Quinn paused when the male stirred, at the sounds being made. However, he finished cleaning and washed his hands, moving quickly back when he heard the sound of movements and the gasp. He walked a little slower as he got closer, just looking at Connor and sitting at the edge of the bed. He wasn't sure what mood Connor was in at this point, either. "How are you feeling?" He asked quietly, eyeing Connor.