ʰᵒˡᵈ ᵒᶰ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ ( ᵇˣᵇ ᵖᵃᶠᵖ )

"I think our options are either neck or arm. Do you want me to do this one too?" he questions intertwining his fingers with Rex's, giving it a comforting squeeze. Quinn didn't want to take his, but he knew he had to comply or else. Besides, he shouldn't freak out for Rex's sake. His poor Rex. He hated the fact that Rex probably wasn't going to be doing very well after this. Unfortunately it didn't seem like they would get much of a choice.

"Its fine, I don't like needles either." He comforts with half of a forced smile "Their nasty little things" He picks up the one labeled as Rex's and positions it over his arm "Ill do it in your arm and then wrap your bandages back up over it" He says. As gently as he can he inserts the needle and slowly pushes the plunger down so as to not shock the boys system.

He tosses the syringe back onto the tray before swiftly, but with a gentle air, wrapping the bandages back up where they belong. Quinn glared at his own, gritting his teeth as he shoved it into his neck and pressed the plunger down. He threw his back on the tray. The reaction was as immediately violent as his first one had been. This one just seemed to dull his senses. If he thought he was groggy before, it was nothing compared to this. It was almost like he was swaddled in a blanket, everything seemed far off and it was a struggle to focus. Quinn leaned heavily on Rex's side, huffing out an irritated breath at the slow and sluggish feeling.

He didn't like having his reaction time taken away from him. His reflexes practically useless under this haze. It didn't hurt, but it didn't feel good either.

Quinn just mumbled something about killing leeches and leaned further into Rex. He was so very frustrated but was helpless to do anything about it. Its like his body was on lock down but his brain was on high alert. A feeling akin to being trapped slowly began to sweep over Quinn. He didn't like it. It reminded him to much of the days when he was to young and weak to do anything. Being trapped in a closest or dark room. Memories of his child hood seemed to replay in his mind and transported him back, making him think he really was there again.

His body shivered and he let out a whimper, but other than that there was no outward reaction to the horrors replaying in his head. Quinn's entire body tenses as the shivering intensified, a chocked tearful sound coming from the back of his throat. Panic and fear completely taking over his senses.

Quinn squeezed his eyes shut at the sound of someone speaking. He yanked his hand free of whatever had trapped it and pressed it against his forehead trying to focus. He slid away from whatever surface had been leading against and hit the floor with a dull thud. From there he curled up, his hands reaching up to pull at his hair in distress. He shook from fear, memories of when he didn't know if they had even remembered if they had locked him in the closest. When he would think 'surely this time I will starve to death, I wish they gave me a quicker death than this' Another whimper sounded and his shaking intensified.

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"Subject two is experiencing hallucinations"

"Has he become violent towards One?"

"No, the sedatives in the water and injection seem to be having the desired effect"

"How is One reacting to the injection?"

"It latched onto the nervous system and is doing its job. If this isn't a cure then it could be a good stand in for one till we can fix it. It seems to be effectively keeping the subjects from violent outbursts, or anything really"

"Noted. Run their blood work, then I want someone in there to 'poke the bear'. I want to see how effective that injection is when faced head on with a threat"

"Yes sir"

Quinn blinked his eyes open when if felt like an earthquake was tossing him about. His blue orbs dull and unfocused, his pupils taking up almost the entire iris. He shook his head, clumsily scrambling away from the person that was touching him. He didn't get far before he was curled back up on the floor, quiet and chocked no's escaping every few seconds. Quinns fingers scratched at his cheeks and neck, trying to find something to focus on in the dark and blurry world he was in.

The faint sound of someone buzzing through the door in the main room sounded throughout the suite. Soon standing outside the bedroom door were three suited figures. Two moved to grab Rex, the other going over to Quinn. This last figure had a small belt with different pouches of syringes, vials, and metal instruments. He took out a small flashlight, roughly tilting Quinn's head back by his hair, then using gloved fingers to hold his eyes open. The figure shinned the flashlight into each of Quinn's eyes who moaned in protest of the too bright light. But any attempt to swat the hands away was only met with a foot shoving him back down.

One of the figures seemed to be making audio notes "Subject one is excitable, but lacks the physical force to prove a danger" Then one of the figures holding Rex shoved a swab into his mouth with enough force to choke. He roughly scrapped around in Rex's mouth before yanking it out an depositing it in a vial on his belt.

The one over Quinn did the same, the boy making a choking noise and then whimpering when it cut his tongue. His soft cries of "no" soon turned to screams. The veins on his arms standing out and his mouth dripping an uncontrolled amount of saliva. When the scientist above him attempted to scrape his arm for a skin sample he smacked the hand away. A sickening crunch was heard as the scientist cradled his hand and quickly backed away. "Hypothesis: Subject two appears to have progressed to stage 3 and the injection proves ineffective at that level" He bites through clenched teeth.

Quinn lets out another shriek "Leave me alone!" His skin was pale but had a sheen of sweat shinning on it. He stood, with a sway he orients himself and charges at the scientist. The man lets out a shout of fear fumbling with his belt before grabbing a large syringe. When Quinn knocks the man down the needle is shoved into his stomach and the plunger immediately depressed. It takes time for it to kick in though, and during those moments Quinn manages to tear the head gear off the scientist and claw at his face, almost succeeding in gouging his eyes out.

He sways and falls off the scientist who is screaming in pain. Quinn yanks the needle out of his stomach and vomits across the floor. He stands again, still swaying, but this time he falls to the ground a few inches from the puddle of vomit and passes out with his eyes rolling back into his head.

There is a panicked scramble as the other two scientists release their grip on Rex and scramble over to drag the other, whose eyes are squeezed shut with blood dripping from under them, out to the decontamination chamber. One shouting out something about a "code 4!" and "set up transfer to the quarantined sector" Soon they are gone and it is silent once again in the suite with the exception of the panting breaths of an unconscious Quinn.

The man woke slowly after a few hours of deep sleep. First there was a shifting of his shoulders, then a quiet groan. Finally he blinked his eyes open. His pupils were back to normal and they were far more focused, but they shone with confusion. He moved a hand to push back hair but halted in the movement when he noticed his fingers covered in blood. His mouth opened in shock, but he immediately clamped his hand over his nose as he caught whiff of the sour smell of a puddle of vomit towards the corner of the room.

His eyes darted around, suddenly focusing on the man who was stroking through his hair. He darted up from the bed, having to catch himself on the bedframe to avoid falling. Slowly taking a step away from the man sitting on the bed. His eyes held no recognition of the man sitting on the bed or really of his surroundings.

He just tilted his head to the side in obvious confusion. Was he . . . Quinn? "Is that my name. . .Rex. . .?" He bit out the others name like it was forced. He didn't know where he was, who he was, who that man was. He had so many questions. Why was there vomit, why where his hands covered in blood, why did the man talk about getting better? His confusion began to give way to panic, his change in emotion becoming obvious by the way his eyes darted around the room nervously and his fingers twitched. He wanted to get out of here, but for some reason he knew he couldn't. It was like an itch he couldn't get rid of. He didn't like it. Not in the least.

"I remember. . . that I can't. . . leave this place" he says very slowly. His confusion and panic only growing as he rubs a bloody hand through his hair, to wrapped up in his emotions to care. "Why can't I leave Rex? I. . . I want to go home." He backed up until he hit the wall, frowning at the floor. A memory striking him though it was vague and hard to grasp "I've got to get home! T-there's someone who needs me. Their not well. I need to . . . to . . ." He trails off in frustration as he tugs at his hair. Why couldn't he remember? It was important, he could just feel it.

He was still so utterly confused. Quinn's brain trying to insist that no, Rex wasn't the person he needed to get back to. They were still at the apartment. He remembered that he had tucked them into their bed after they had thrown up. Quinn needed to get back to them, they were very sick. But apparently so was he? Quinn absentmindedly rubbed at the sore spot on his stomach where he'd been stabbed with the needle. He can faintly recall strong feelings of rage and terror before he'd passed out.

Quinn groaned rubbing at his head to try and jog the rest of his memory. He looked up at Rex silently. Studying the other for a long moment before saying "Why are you upset?" His voice holding such genuine confusion and hesitance towards the situation it was almost pathetic.