Who: Bruce, Quinn and Cleo Where: Hospital What: Help with withdrawal When: Sunday Rating: Not sure yet Open: No Status: WIP
Quinn had been so worried about Cleo over the last week. She had been having withdrawal fits, sickness and hallucinations. The latter he was pretty certain had something to do with her mother, as he had heard her calling for her. Other than that, it was her general mood change over the days that bothered him. She had started off well enough and then descended into nastiness but it was the begging that cut into him more than anything and brought the guilt out to twist at his gut.
He knew he didn't look great himself. The after-effects of death were still quite strong and considering he hadn't really been taking great care of himself. His energy level was dangerously because he wasn't eating as much as he usually would post-death and he wasn't sleeping due to a couple of reasons. One, he had gotten used to sleeping next to Cleo. Two, he was struggling with the 'am I really alive'? thing. And three, he was not dealing with the being shot in the head well.
The walk to the hospital had been tiring, not just because he was carrying a non-functional Cleo, and he was relieved when he finally saw the building. Relief wasn't his normal reaction to hospitals. With a soft sigh he carried Cleo inside to reception.