ʰᵒˡᵈ ᵒᶰ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ ( ᵇˣᵇ ᵖᵃᶠᵖ )

Quinn was far more worried about the manner in which Rex spoke than the actual subject. He turned to face Rex, his hand going to his forehead, pushing his hair back. "Hey Rex, love, what's going on? Do you need water? Food? A blanket?" Quinn was uneasy with the way that Rex felt like he was burning up. Then it hit him. The stupid doses! Ugh, Quinn really wanted to snap a couple scientist necks right now. Infuriated that they gave Rex something that was probably screwing with his system.

"I don't know?" Quinn said hesitantly, suddenly very scared for the other. He felt like he was boiling underneath Quinn's much cooler hand. His own fever like symptoms from earlier having left his body running cooler to offset the moments when he was sweating buckets earlier. "How about a cold shower?" Quinn offers, desperate to get the boys temperature to normal as he presses his cooler hands to either side of Rex's face in attempt to get rid of the flush on his skin.

Quinn scrambles to his feet after him. Rex and slippery floors were going to spell out disaster right now if he was unsupervised. Dear god he was so panicked he was practically shaking. Every step felt forced and sluggish, he needed food and rest, but neither really was a good option at the moment. So he forced himself to stay right at Rex's elbow, keeping pace with the other, chewing on his lip. A shiver ran down his form, probably due to whatever had been in his injection and the fact that he was still without a shirt. Quinn ignored it and instead focused on keeping track of Rex so that he knew the other was safe.

Quinns eyes follow Rex's form until the door between them keeps him from seeing him any longer. So he sets up residence against the bathroom door putting his head between his knees. This way he could probably dose but also be aware enough that he would here if Rex slipped.

Within another part of the facility there are scientists hunched over equipment dealing with a myriad of different chemicals
"You best have something to show to me within the next 12 hours" A man who is obviously in charge shouts to the room. Scientists flinch before going back to their work with renewed vigor and furrowed brows. The man turns back to a phone in his hand "Yes sir. We understand. The second subject is in stage one still as far as we can tell. If subject one really was where it originated, if he is the original host then subject two should give us answers on what to do for the others who are infected in your quarantined sector of the city." He waits for a response on the other side of the line "Yes sir, we've got several versions of what we believe may be the cure." He nods and the line clicks as the person on the end terminates the call.

"I actually think I'm going to shower too. I want to get the sweat and blood off" He mumbles blinking his eyes blearily. He cards a hand through is tangled blonde locks and slowly gets to his feet. On his way into the bathroom he ruffles Rex's wet hair before closing the door.

Quinn stumbles when he tries to take off his pants but eventually achieves his goal. He doesn't slide into the shower until there is warm enough water falling from the shower head. He breathes out a sigh of relief when the warm water calms his soreness form the bruises. Almost in a daze he washes his body and hair. He barely bothers to towel off the water before stumbling into the grey sweats and white t shirt provided by the facility. He hits his head against the wall when he was balancing on one foot to shove his other into the pant leg and fell.

He manages to get fully dressed and eventually is able to find his way to the door. Blonde hair dulled down by the water dripping from it a few strands plastered to his cheeks. Damn he was tired, and hungry.

Quinn peered out the bathroom. A short examination of the hall he found the bedroom with Rex in it. He turned around and headed back to the main room and went to check the slot to see if there was anything, like food. Quinn was disheartened at the sight of only two water bottle sitting on the tray. He grabbed them and shoved the tray back through, slowly padding back to the bedroom to keep his vertigo at bay.

He made his way over to the shivering form of Rex curled on the bed. Quinn didn't hesitate to slide under the blanket and offer Rex a water bottle. "No food yet" was all he supplied as an explanation as he unscrewed the top to his own and eagerly sucked it back. It had a funny after taste to it, but his throat was to dry for him to care.

He tossed the empty plastic to the floor before laying down fully and snuggling closer to Rex. Wrapping his arms around the boy and entangling their legs, hoping to warm the boy up. This positon, which was familiar to him from before sh*t hit the fan and Rex was taken away. It made his eyelids feel heavier, the temptation of sleep far to good to resist. So Quinn began to dose.

Quinn woke feeling well rested and groggy. So he must have slept for at least a minimum of 6 hours. He wasn't sure if it was day or night, which for some reason bothered him a lot. He curled closer to his lover for a moment before deciding to get up and go check the slots. Quinn carefully untangled his limbs from Rex so as to not wake the other before getting up. His lack of nutrients making itself known when he tried to stand from the bed. Quinn's knees buckled and he ended up kneeling on the floor. With a quiet huff he slowly lumbers back to his feet.

He couldn't seem to shake the groggy feeling, and he had a sneaking suspicion that it wasn't just the lack of food that was doing that. Quinn carefully makes his way back to the main room, now noticing the damage rex had done to it for the first time. He grimaced as he dodged splinters from the table and made his way to the slot. When he took one tray out another would come. The first was a tray that held two syringes, both labeled with one of their names. The concoction in them today was a sluggish green. There sat two more veils and supplies to draw blood, labeled for Quinn. Then there were was another set for Rex. The next two trays held two servings of food; a bottle of water each, bowl of rice, and a plate of chicken and vegetables.

Quinn stacked the tray full of needles under one of the ones with food and carried them back to the bedroom. Setting them on the floor seeing there wasn't any other surface in the room for them to eat off of. He laid the tray of needles a small ways away from their food. They could get to that after they had eaten. Quinn walked to the bed, setting a knee on it as he leaned over to wake Rex. "Wake up love, there is food." he says softly trying to coax the other awake.

Quinn ate his food slowly, still feeling slightly sluggish. He noted that the water had that strange aftertaste again but brushed it off. Once finished he pushed to tray away and pulled the needles closer. Blood first, syringe second. Because who knew how he would react to whatever concoction they'd given him this time. He went about tying the blue strip of rubber around his arm. This time it only took him 4 tries before the blood started flowing. When he was changing out his first vial for the second he glanced over to Rex who seemed hesitant. "Do you want me to draw for you or can you do it?" He questioned quietly.

He finished screwing on the caps of the vials, his blood noticeably a lot less red and far more green in hue. Quinn untied the strip from his arm and discarded the needle and vials on to the tray. In silence he scooted over to Rex and took his arm, having to unwrap some of the bandages his limbs were covered in down to below his elbow. ((I think I remember you mentioning that earlier? If not then ignore that bit)). He tied the strip around Rex's forearm to help make the veins move evident.

He grabbed the other needle and tubing, ripping them out of their plastic coverings. "Hey Rex, can you clench your hand in a fist?" That would hopefully make finding a vein easier "I don't want to stick you multiple times. I promise I'll try to get it the first try"

Quinns hand that held Rex's arm steady was rubbing gentle circles with is thumb. He patted his elbow with a finger to try and find a vein. Then he slowly inserted the needle letting out a hissed curse when he had to take the needle out and try again. "Sorry, sorry" he hurried out with a furrow to his brow. The second time though blood began to slowly flow through the tube. "The worst is over Rex" he murmurs hooking up the first vial and gently using his fingers to uncurl Rex's fist so that the blood would flow faster. He quickly untied the rubber band and gently smoothed his finger over the slightly irritated skin.

Quinn rested his forehead against Rex's shoulder looking down intently at the needle and tubing. Quickly switching out the first vial for the second when it was full. He leaned away for a moment to throw the now filled vial labeled 'Rex Lee' onto the tray next to the two labeled 'Quinn Roanarke'. He leaned back onto Rex's shoulder humming nonsense to try and help distract his lover from the feeling of the needle in his arm. When the second was full he carefully but swiftly slid the needle from his arm. Pressing his thumb against the puncture with firm pressure to stop it from bleeding. He leaned up and kissed Rex's cheek. "Just the syringe and then we will be done" he promises.