ʰᵒˡᵈ ᵒᶰ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ ( ᵇˣᵇ ᵖᵃᶠᵖ )

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    He chuckled. "Yeah, yeah. Alright." He grinned. Rex frowned when the other pulled away. "Oh, im sorry babe. I didnt know." He replied softly, snuggling into his side. After a few moments of silence, the dark haired male spoke again. "Do you at least feel any better at all? Please dont lie to me." He asked, genuinely curious and concerned for the male. He hoped he was getting better. Wouldnt the scientists be giving Quinn the same thing they did himself so that hed feel better?

    "The disease hasn't troubled me. I think it might have dulled my senses but its fine. It even helps ease my pain" He mumbled closing his eye. Though to be honest Quinn was waiting for his next mental break. He knew that Rex had had quite a few before he had managed to regress. But that had also been before they had started administering versions of cure that had positive effect. So Quinn held onto a small hope that maybe it would help him to a quicker, less violent, recovery.

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    He nodded, relieved. "That sounds good, i guess." He murmured, resting his forehead lightly against Quinns shoulder. He hoped the male would get better soon. He was growing so damn restless in here...Rex chewed on his lower lip, not bothering to voice any of his worries. He didnt want Quinn stressing out or feel guilty. This was all about him right now-- Rex wanted Quinn to get better and feel better as well.

    "Mr. Lee, please step away from Mr. Roanarke as staff will becoming to change his bandages and clean his wound" The monotone voice over the intercom said.


    Quinn barely tilted his head to show that he had heard it. "I vote I'm not the one getting off the couch" He mumbled to Rex poking his cheek "Move so we can get this over with" He grumbled though his irritation was obviously not directed at Rex.


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    Rex simply nodded, pecking his cheek before slowly getting off of the couch. He moved to the corner of the room, his lanky frame leaning against the wall as he crossed his arms over his chest, watching the other male warily. Rex was praying that the male wouldnt freak out...he knew that those idiots would hurt him if he did. Granted, cleaning his eye would probably be painful.

    Three scientists entered with the buzz of a door. Two layed out supplies on the couch beside Quinn and the other was facing Rex. It seemed as though one was the 'look out', to assure Rex wouldn't try to interfere. Quinn let out a bit off sound of pain as one grabbed his hair to tilt his head back. They were none to gentle in their task.


    With in moments they had his bandages off and his hair pushed out of the way. They poured a liquid over it that made him struggle and make choked noises out of pain. But he was kept still by the grip on his hair that made it to painful for him to move. One pried his lid open and poured more of the liquid into it, this time he screamed. The wounds were angry red with black bruising around them, his eye leaked pus and the lacerations were swollen.


    They roughly wiped away the liquid from his wounds before taking a flat tool to scrape out infected scabs and pus. When they began digging in his eye the other scientist had to help hold his hands down. "It would be easier to remove it than to clean it" One said under its breath.


    "They don't want him to die from infection but this is just unnecessary" The other one helping clean Quinn's wound agreed. Once done they washed it through with the liquid again before wiping it clean and bandaging it. With that they left, Quinn now curled into a ball on the couch his arms up over his face to shield away any more unwelcome touches. He was crying from the pain that still lingered, the tears from under his bandage tinted pink from blood.

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    Once they were done, Rex rushed over to his lovers side. He was hesitant to touch the male, unsure if hed be angry or not. "Quinn...Im so sorry. Please dont cry, youre gonna make me cry. Can I do anything for you?" He asked, words rushing out of his mouth. He hesitantly reached out, rubbing his arm gently. God, he felt terrible. Hearing the people talk...it made him angry. They treated Quinn so poorly. It hurt so bad to see the male crying...but there wasnt much he could do about it. "Please dont cry...please..." He muttered softly, reaching out and wrapping his arms around the other, pulling him close to his body as he watched with worry.

    "Not. Crying" Quinn managed to grit out before he pulled away from Rex's hold. He shuffled to the other end of the couch. His form hunched over and a hand fidgeting with the edge of the bandages on his forehead. Quinn's breaths were stuttering and short, almost on the verge of hyperventilating. When they had opened his eye he hadn't even saw red. This time he had seen nothing. Not even black. It was like it just wasn't there anymore.

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    Rex flinched slightly. "You are crying! Please come over here...i hate seeing you like this." He practically whimpered, reaching out to pull the other close. He didnt know what to do. He hardly ever saw Quinn cry--every time he did he kind of panicked. He must really be in pain. "Would you like my water? Maybe the sedatives will help numb the pain." He added, a desperate attempt to make his lover feel better. Seeing him all curled up like that...he felt defeated.

    Quinn knocked the others reaching hands away with a rough swat. "Don't touch me" He practically growled. "I'm fine" He grits between his teeth as he stands up from the couch and goes down the hallway. He shuts himself in the bathroom, firmly closing the door behind him. With some privacy he sank to the floor his hands uselessly scrabbling over his face but avoiding the bandages. He couldn't let Rex see him panic. He couldn't. His breathing was far rougher and faster than it had been outside on the couch.

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    Rex sat there for a moment, stunned. Blinking a few times, he slowly got up and walked to the bathroom, leaning his forehead against the door. "Quinn....please...." He said quietly, a deep frown settling across his face. He didnt know what to say--he doubted anything he said would comfort the other. "You know I'm always here for you, right? Please dont run away from me..." He mumbled, simply standing there. He was unsure of how Quinn would act, honestly.

    "I just need some time to chill, kay?" He snapped in the direction of the door. This was far more characteristic of the old Quinn he once was, the one before Rex. He shakily got to his feet and leaned against the sink. Turning it on he splashed some cold water on the back of his neck. He could feel rage and panic. The feel of the disease making his mind hazy and his movements sluggish. He didn't want to trigger a mental breakdown, so Quinn hoped that he could stay locked in here until he calmed down.

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    Rex was silent, not saying a thing. He merely wandered off, into his room. If Quinn didnt want his help, then fine. He wouldnt constantly worry about him. At least, he would try not to. The dark haired male sat on his bed, curling into the blanket and wrapping his arms around his pillow loosely. God, he wanted all of this to be over. The male squeezed his eyes shut, sighing softly. He would simply wait until Quinn came out and wanted to actually talk.