Quentin Coldwater (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lostinbetween) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valarlogs,@ 2019-10-16 14:56:00 |
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What: Julia breaks the news about Alex to Q
When: Post Kyle & Julia's texts
Where: Their apartment
Rating/Warnings: PG | References to Alex losing his leg
Status: Log | Complete
“Q?” Julia tapped on the door to Quentin’s room, pushing the door open slightly. He was awake, thankfully, reading a book - it looked like a Fillory and Further one, which made her smile a little - and chewed her lower lip. “I- uh- I need to talk to you. Do you have a minute?”
She didn’t know how to broach the subject of Alex, or that she desperately needed to apologise to Q for what she’d done in their dreams. There was a lot going on, the scars on her arms from where her Hedge Witch scars had been burned off ached but today wasn’t about her. It wasn’t about their dreams.
It was about Alex, and getting to Alex so that Q could help his friend through what was going to be, understandably, a very difficult time for him.
Quentin lifted his head from where he had his nose buried deep within the rich history and vivid imagery of Fillory and Further, brow furrowing a little when it was abundantly clear that Julia was nervous about something.
"Yeah, sure, of course."
He shuffled upwards until he was in a seated position and marked his place in the book before indicating that Julia should join him.
Julia moved closer and settled on the edge of the bed, hand resting on Quentin’s ankle. “I just got a text from Kyle, about Alex, and- before you say anything we can go see him on Monday, I’ve already cleared that up and Kyle’s taken time off to look after him-“
"What's going on?" Quentin asked, concern immediately flooding his face. "What happened to Alex?"
"Did he tell you about his dreams, at all?" Julia asked, "I mean- more specifically that he was injured in them?"
"He mentioned them and how in the dreams he'd lo-" And then realisation set and Quentin's expression became panicked. "Has he- Is he-" Oh God, he swallowed hard and immediately got to his feet, rubbing a hand through his hair as he just shook his head.
Quentin stopped mid pace and swung to face Julia.
"Did he lose his leg?"
Julia got to her feet, catching Quentin's arms as he stopped pacing - and if he hadn't, she would have done anyway because it wasn't good for him - and she cupped his face a moment later once he was still.
Her face was set, expression still. "I- Yeah, he woke up and it was gone. I think- the injury came over from the dreams."
"Fuck," Quentin uttered softly as he let out a shaky breath. "Is he okay? I mean, did it-" Quentin hated how difficult apparently words were right now but thankfully this was Julia and she knew him better than anyone. "Where is he?"
"He's at Kyle's still," Julia said, "he's- I don't think it's a brand new injury. Kyle didn't say anything about needing to take him to the hospital or anything."
She rested her hands on his shoulders. "Breathe, Q."
Quentin took a slow deep breath in and let it out just as slowly as he reached up to curl his hands around Julia’s wrists.
“Is he in a position for visitors?”
"Day after tomorrow," Julia said softly, pressing a kiss to Q's forehead. "We can head straight there after work, I've sorted that with Kyle already. Some of Alex's unit are visiting tomorrow."
Quentin gave a small nod of his head, hating that there was literally nothing that he could do to help and all he could do was wait.
"Yeah, of course," he affirmed as he blew out a breath that seemed to drop his shoulders a couple inches. "These fucking dreams."
Julia tugged Quentin into a hug and threaded her fingers through his hair. "I know, this is fucked up." She hummed, pressed a kiss to his temple. "We'll go see Alex on Monday and you can reassure yourself that he's okay." Or as okay as he could be. Considering.
Quentin all but melted into that hug and just curled his arms tightly around Julia, eyes closing briefly in response to the kiss on his temple. "Okay, yeah, that sounds like a good plan."
The sooner he knew that the better he'd feel.