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 Posted: Mon Dec 30, 2013 1:54 pm
The lack of answer was bothersome, but what could he do? Dream wasn't in any shape to be pressed for an answer so the matter was left alone for the time being. They could discuss it later hopefully. Quinn was leaning against the car, thanking the woman, and getting an address from her so he could send her something as a thank you for her help...and to pay partial costs on getting the blood cleaned from her seats. That was likely to cost a fortune. He straightened up as he heard the growl from Dream, and had opened his mouth to try calming him...when the fire shot up. Quinn couldn't help the low laugh that came from him as he caught up the the gurney. "Darlin' I'm right here. I'm just too big for a chair or table on wheels, so I'm on foot but I'm here." he reached out with his uninjured hand and dared to brush his hand over the short chunks of hair he encountered. "We'll be okay Dream alright? I'll make a call to Solange so she can come get us."
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Posted: Tue Dec 31, 2013 3:53 pm
Dream reached to grab Quinn's hand and gave it a squeeze. "Sit down as soon as your able, okay? Take it ea-" With a hiss and a curse he turned to see one of the nurses with an empty syringe in his hand, backing up from the gurney. What the ********? Had they actually tranquilized him?
Before it was too late he leaned up, and placed a quick kiss to Quinn's lips. "I love you, so I'll trust you. Just be okay when I wake up...alright..?" His body was already starting to feel numb, and he didn't have the strength to sit up anymore so Dream slid back down onto the gurney.
He didn't care if Solange picked them up or not. He wanted to stay, to make things amazing for them, but it just wasn't working, no matter how much he raged against it. So long as Quinn was okay, and they...they loved each other, everything would be alright, right?
Dream gave Quinn a slightly loopy, but contented smile as they wheeled him off.
((Quick response before I'm caught not paying attention to family time. x3 ))
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 11:12 pm
Quinn gently squeezed Dream's hand in return a nod given in understanding. "I'll sit down once we're inside Dream alright?" he'd seen the nurse coming but hadn't reacted. Dream likely needed knocked out, he was bleeding and needed tended after all. Of course he did too, but he still wasn't as badly off as the other was! The sudden kiss was a surprise, as was the words that followed. So he hadn't heard Dream wrong. That was really nice to know. He brushed his hand gently over the others head. "I'll do my best to be alright when you wake up. You just let them take care of you." He walked in behind the gurney, watching them wheel Dream off to a room with a sense of urgency, while he himself was taken to another room so they could check him over and set deal with his broken arm. He'd been good and kept it held close and not using it. For now anyhow. Of course he'd call Solange the moment he was given a phone to do so, she needed to know what had happened since neither of them had a way to be reached anymore. His poor truck...he sighed some. He'd have to get it repaired if it was possible. If it was salvageable... it was easier to dwell on that, then on the fact he ached in a lot of ways, and was at the end of it all dealing with his arm being sewn up and casted, and a neck brace on citing that he had concussion and a possible neck injury. He didn't care. He just waited for news of Dream to be brought to him. That was all that mattered to him in the end. Painted Moose Oooh. No shirking family time woman! *lol*
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Posted: Sun Jan 12, 2014 5:14 pm
Things had started to blur after he'd laid down, but he felt as if something warm had touched him, and told him everything would be alright. He was sure it was Quinn; the hand had been big, but gentle, and that voice he would recognize even in his dreams.
When he woke up it was in a room, with a sectioned curtain separating him from another bed. A nurse gave him a briefing; his head wound had been minor, but it was bandaged because he'd had to have stitches and they tended to bleed a lot. His legs, while in tact, had needed more work, and at least for a week he would need to be in a wheelchair when moved. After that walking should be kept at a minimum. Peachy. He was sure to impress so many clients at work from a ******** wheelchair.
When he noticed Quinn wasn't in the room he hadn't been subtle about voicing his displeasure. He was hurt and pissed, so the normal charm was completely gone. What he said probably wasn't nice, but it got her moving to find the hybrid and relay the info.
For the time being, he sat back in his bed and grabbed a magazine from the stand near his bed. Oh cool, last years Home and Garden. He was going to ADORE reading out how to refurbish old chicken wire into a lamp shade.
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 9:43 pm
The nurse that Dream had sent to find him did just that as he was finishing filling out the last of his paper work his broken arm held close with a sling. He had a few smaller bandages on him where pieces of glass had been pulled out and the wounds stitched or covered and he could tell she looked nervous approaching him. When he finally got what it was she wanted out of her, he followed behind after a quick detour to the gift shop where he bought some flowers and of all things a little stuffed animal thing that looked like it was a frog. It was cute and soft at any rate. These things were taken to Dream's room then and he stepped in, laying both items in the others lap. "How're you holding up?" he settled on the edge of a chair looking at the other a concerned look on his face as he looked Dream over slowly. "They gonna let you go any time soon?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 6:37 pm
"Boring. s**t. News. Boring. Ugh." Dream clicked through channels like a lumberjack picking out flavors of Kool-Aid in a grocery story. He couldn't care less, just so long as something caught his eye. The injured Ninetales was about to give it another round when Quinn walked in, and he sat the remote to the side, looking with wide eyes at the flowers and stuffed animal. So not his style, but dorkably adorable. "This...arguably the nicest thing anyone has done for me." He toyed with the animals squishy belly and smiled. "Thanks, Quinn."
He shifted around to get a better look at Quinn, notably not moving his legs around a lot. "The cuts were deeper than I thought, going to the bone in some places, but since they were all clean cuts I should be able to leave tomorrow. Not that I'll be able to walk out of here, though." He added with a pout. "How about you? What was the prognosis for your arm?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 7:04 pm
Quinn barely noticed the tv was on, he honestly didn't care at this point as he looked down at Dream and noticed how still he was being. The lack of movement of his legs worried him at first till he did see some movement. That was a relief. He'd worried a moment he might be paralyzed! "If this is the nicest thing anyone's ever done, you have some pretty shitty friends Darlin'. But, I'm glad you like them anyhow." he used his good hand to brush some hair back from Dream's forehead. "They got the bone reset and I may have to come in for a surgery. They seemed sort of stumped so I wonder how many like us they see. I'm tempted to find a pokemon center or pokemart and see if they might not be of more help. But, I'll be fine eventually. Might need a little therapy on my arm, they'll know for sure later. I'll be okay though." There was a relieved smile at the news of the others impending release. "I'm technically free to go, but I'm staying. If you want me to stay here with you I will, other wise I'll take up space in the waiting room till tomorrow." His fingers were running through the others hair again gently. "Looks like our get away was put on hold, but we'll go away together again soon...and maybe we'll fly this time." no jack asses to run them off the road.
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 7:15 pm
Dream laughed sardonically, and gave Quinn a dry look. "Friends? You say that like I have them." He made the little creature dance a bit before sitting it back on his lap. His family took care of him and loved him, but little gifts like this were few and far between; they just weren't THAT kind of family.
"We can hit a Poke'center when we leave here. A second opinion can't hurt, especially when they're talking surgery." He stated on a frown. Therapy? Arceus, what a pair they were turning out to be. "You can't seriously think about leaving me with that a** in the other bed. He stole my chapstick, and just because he can't talk, the jerk thinks it's okay to ignore me."
Leaning back in the bed, he relaxed under Quinn's gentle touch. "I'm really sorry about all of this. It was supposed to be a lot nicer...Hot tubs, ski slops, massages, the works." Dream groaned, rolling his eyes to the ceiling. "I even had them color coordinate our suite so it wouldn't clash with our colors."
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 8:05 pm
Quinn gave a low laugh and a nod. "Well seeing as I've had the pleasure of meeting that one co-worker of yours probably better not to have friends like that." it was true! That Mawile had been pretty slimy and all. He smiled as he watched the little frog dance glad he'd picked up a little stuffy for the other. It wasn't much but it was something. "That's what I was thinking. Maybe something that they offer will be of more help than the medical marvels here." he rolled his eyes a little as he spoke. Obviously not terribly impressed by what he'd seen here. Though look at Quinn blink as he was told something had been stolen from Dream! The big lug was on his feet and moving around between the beds and glaring down at the mute man laying there a dangerous snarl coming from him. "You take one more thing that belongs to him, and you'll be lucky if being unable to talk is the worst thing wrong with you." there was a smirk as a shaking hand held the stolen item out and he snagged it, opened it, wiped it on his shirt and recapped it before closing the curtain back between the beds and moving to sit again chapstick held out. "Color coordinated?" he grinned as he sat down in a chair shaking his head in amused disbelief. "I could care less about the color of a room, since I'd be there with you. You're much more fun to look at than room decor." he went back to playing with Dream's hair once he was settled. "Just rest. I'll stay here with you."
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 7:26 pm
Dream sat up in his seat a little straighter, an almost sadistically eager smile on his face. He watched Quinn in action, standing up for him over something as simple as chapstick. It was the single sexiest thing that had come of this trip thus far. That even after all that, after the physical and mental anguish, he was still willing to do a shake down for Dream's things.
Arceus, how he loved him.
It was weird to think, how much he did love this man. He never thought the feelings would belong to him, but now look at him? Bandaged up with flowers, a stuffed frog, and chapstick.
"We're kind of a color ********," He laughed, smiling easily and openly. Dream sat the chapstick on the night stand, far away from the mute a*****e. Settling back down in his bed, he reached up to take Quinn's hand in his, removing it from his hair and gave a kiss to it. "Thank you."
Though he didn't say it again, in the air around them his easy poster and softer gaze towards the big guy said it all. He loved him, a lot. Oh, the boy had it really bad, but it was nice.
If he could keep this moment, and never have it ruined, he would be the happiest guy in the world.(Fin).
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