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Quinn was going to live. Or at least that was what Flynn kept telling himself and anyone else who would listen. He'd been beaten before. And sure, once he was better he would be down one eye, but they could make jokes about pirates and cabin boys and wenches because if anyone could accept something terrible like losing an eye and take it on board (much like a pirate) it was Quinn. Captain Quinn. Flynn would buy him a parrot and they would laugh. He was going to live. He was strong. He'd made it through so much. He wasn't dead.
Not yet.
Flynn was sitting next to Spectre, but he was hardly still. His leg was jiggling and his hands were wringing and he was frantically rocking back and forth. His Quinn was in surgery. He'd been in surgery all day. Flynn needed to know what was happening. He needed to know how Quinn was going to be. He needed to know that Quinn was going to be okay.
He's going to live. He'd better fucking live. Or Fable, Hamish and Reagan are going to beg for mercy for hours before I'm actually through with them.
Abby wasn't a medical doctor, and she didn't work at Regent's General, but Quinn's surgeon had been speaking to her because he could use terms she could understand and she could better relay the news to Flynn. Not that Abby was looking forward to relaying news to people two days in a row...Jax and now Quinn...to Spectre and now Flynn. God life was a bitch sometimes.
Abby walked towards the little assembled group and she sighed. Flynn jumped up immediately, rushing over to her. "What did they say?! Is he alive?!"
Abby bit her lip and she nodded. "He made it through the surgery..."
"Oh, thank fuck!" Immediately, Flynn started crying again, this time in relief, and he gripped Abby's arms tightly, which actually frightened her.
"Er...Flynn. Flynn, he hit his head very hard. More than once... And then he was left there for hours...I..." Abby took a deep breath as the look of relief started to drain from Flynn's face. "We won't know for sure how bad it is yet but...Flynn, I have to tell you...there's going to be damage. No matter what happens in surgery, there's going to be damage to his brain. I...I'm sorry."
"No." Flynn shook his head. "No, Quinn's smart. He's the most smartest. He'll learn everything again if he needs to, it'll be okay! He's brilliant, he'll be fine!" Flynn had believed if Quinn would just live, if he would just make it through the surgery, they could be together again and everything would be okay. He had never expected this. Flynn was still crying, but he looked so determined it broke Abby's heart all over again for the 300th time in three days.
"Oh, Flynn...no. No, this...it isn't a matter of learning things again with injuries like this. I'm...I'm so sorry." Abby ran her hands through her hair and she gave him a miserable look. "Someone did a terrible thing to him. With this kind of injury, he'll need constant care at best-"
Flynn had heard enough. He felt sick to his stomach, and angry, and wretchedly sad all at once. He dropped his hands to his sides in defeat. His brilliant Quinn. Quinn the academic. Quinn who was supposed to change the world. Quinn who only ever thought of other people...brain damaged and having to be cared for like an invalid?! No. "Will he...will he know who I am?" Flynn asked, his voice cracking.
Abby covered her face with one hand. "Flynn I...no. No, he...won't remember anything..." There wouldn't be any of Quinn left. Not from what the surgeon had said. The damage to his brain was quite extensive.
Quinn had been taken from him. Even if Quinn lived, they would never be together again. Just like that, everything that had changed within him in the last 6 months drained away. Without warning, gentle, quiet Flynn let out a howl of rage. He was filled with anger such as he hadn't let himself feel in six years. The feeling was as foreign to him as speaking Chinese would have been. But it consumed him. Flynn reached for a chair, and in his anger, he hurled it across the room, sending it smashing into a wall where it broke, leaving a deep hole behind in the plaster. Then Flynn ran for the door, rushing straight past a rather shocked looking Thomas.
"Oh my god, what..." Thomas rushed into the waiting room. "Deirdre said you were all here, what's going on?!"
"THOMAS!?" Abby hadn't known her older brother was back. None of them had known yet. But he was there in front of her and she let out a loud sob.
Thomas saw his husband and his little sister there. They both looked beyond distressed. And to his credit, instead of hugging one and making the other stand there waiting their turn, he hugged them both tightly at the same time, waiting for them to explain as they saw fit.
Not yet.
Flynn was sitting next to Spectre, but he was hardly still. His leg was jiggling and his hands were wringing and he was frantically rocking back and forth. His Quinn was in surgery. He'd been in surgery all day. Flynn needed to know what was happening. He needed to know how Quinn was going to be. He needed to know that Quinn was going to be okay.
He's going to live. He'd better fucking live. Or Fable, Hamish and Reagan are going to beg for mercy for hours before I'm actually through with them.
Abby wasn't a medical doctor, and she didn't work at Regent's General, but Quinn's surgeon had been speaking to her because he could use terms she could understand and she could better relay the news to Flynn. Not that Abby was looking forward to relaying news to people two days in a row...Jax and now Quinn...to Spectre and now Flynn. God life was a bitch sometimes.
Abby walked towards the little assembled group and she sighed. Flynn jumped up immediately, rushing over to her. "What did they say?! Is he alive?!"
Abby bit her lip and she nodded. "He made it through the surgery..."
"Oh, thank fuck!" Immediately, Flynn started crying again, this time in relief, and he gripped Abby's arms tightly, which actually frightened her.
"Er...Flynn. Flynn, he hit his head very hard. More than once... And then he was left there for hours...I..." Abby took a deep breath as the look of relief started to drain from Flynn's face. "We won't know for sure how bad it is yet but...Flynn, I have to tell you...there's going to be damage. No matter what happens in surgery, there's going to be damage to his brain. I...I'm sorry."
"No." Flynn shook his head. "No, Quinn's smart. He's the most smartest. He'll learn everything again if he needs to, it'll be okay! He's brilliant, he'll be fine!" Flynn had believed if Quinn would just live, if he would just make it through the surgery, they could be together again and everything would be okay. He had never expected this. Flynn was still crying, but he looked so determined it broke Abby's heart all over again for the 300th time in three days.
"Oh, Flynn...no. No, this...it isn't a matter of learning things again with injuries like this. I'm...I'm so sorry." Abby ran her hands through her hair and she gave him a miserable look. "Someone did a terrible thing to him. With this kind of injury, he'll need constant care at best-"
Flynn had heard enough. He felt sick to his stomach, and angry, and wretchedly sad all at once. He dropped his hands to his sides in defeat. His brilliant Quinn. Quinn the academic. Quinn who was supposed to change the world. Quinn who only ever thought of other people...brain damaged and having to be cared for like an invalid?! No. "Will he...will he know who I am?" Flynn asked, his voice cracking.
Abby covered her face with one hand. "Flynn I...no. No, he...won't remember anything..." There wouldn't be any of Quinn left. Not from what the surgeon had said. The damage to his brain was quite extensive.
Quinn had been taken from him. Even if Quinn lived, they would never be together again. Just like that, everything that had changed within him in the last 6 months drained away. Without warning, gentle, quiet Flynn let out a howl of rage. He was filled with anger such as he hadn't let himself feel in six years. The feeling was as foreign to him as speaking Chinese would have been. But it consumed him. Flynn reached for a chair, and in his anger, he hurled it across the room, sending it smashing into a wall where it broke, leaving a deep hole behind in the plaster. Then Flynn ran for the door, rushing straight past a rather shocked looking Thomas.
"Oh my god, what..." Thomas rushed into the waiting room. "Deirdre said you were all here, what's going on?!"
"THOMAS!?" Abby hadn't known her older brother was back. None of them had known yet. But he was there in front of her and she let out a loud sob.
Thomas saw his husband and his little sister there. They both looked beyond distressed. And to his credit, instead of hugging one and making the other stand there waiting their turn, he hugged them both tightly at the same time, waiting for them to explain as they saw fit.
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