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Flynn hurt.
That was putting it mildly, though blessed painkillers were taking the edge off of what could have been a worse situation. His neck was by far Flynn's worst wound, though he had been treated for it and any decayed flesh had been removed. The hole had been stitched up and hopefully it wouldn't get infected. There were slashes on his belly, and an electrical burn on his side where Amaris had tried on her shocking experiments again. He would live. He would heal soon, and he would live on.
Flynn's thin frame looked even thinner than normal, thanks to nearly six days next o nothing to eat. But he didn't look half as bad as poor Thomas had looked after his own captivity. At that thought, Flynn felt a rush of pain wash through him, worse than anything Amaris had managed to do to him. Thomas.
"Mal!" Quinn burst into the room, and he practically collapsed in a chair beside Flynn's bed. "Oh thank fucking Christ!"
"Thank Peter and Abby and...don't thank Jesus, he wasn't there." Flynn sounded bitter, but it drained away when he said the retrospective fear in Quinn's eyes. "I'm here, Bub."
Quinn choked out a sob and then he lifted a bag up on to Flynn's bed. It was full of food and he upended it without preamble, letting the goodies spread out in a waterfall of calories all over Flynn's legs. "I brought you food."
That Flynn just had to smile at. Then he even chuckled. "You're trying to give me a cholesterol heart attack, aren't you?" He asked softly, his voice laced with fondness. Then he took Quinn's hand in his own. "Thank you."
"I love you!" Quinn squeaked and then he buried his face in Flynn's diminished stomach, curling his fingers around Flynn's hand, though he was careful not to hurt him. "I love you so much!"
"I love you too, Baby." Flynn moved his other hand to rest on Quinn's head, fingers twisting lightly in Quinn's hair. "Autumn, he brought us food." Flynn looked over at the terrified blond in the bed next to him. "Do you want some?"
Autumn ignored him. She just stared at the door, waiting.
That was putting it mildly, though blessed painkillers were taking the edge off of what could have been a worse situation. His neck was by far Flynn's worst wound, though he had been treated for it and any decayed flesh had been removed. The hole had been stitched up and hopefully it wouldn't get infected. There were slashes on his belly, and an electrical burn on his side where Amaris had tried on her shocking experiments again. He would live. He would heal soon, and he would live on.
Flynn's thin frame looked even thinner than normal, thanks to nearly six days next o nothing to eat. But he didn't look half as bad as poor Thomas had looked after his own captivity. At that thought, Flynn felt a rush of pain wash through him, worse than anything Amaris had managed to do to him. Thomas.
"Mal!" Quinn burst into the room, and he practically collapsed in a chair beside Flynn's bed. "Oh thank fucking Christ!"
"Thank Peter and Abby and...don't thank Jesus, he wasn't there." Flynn sounded bitter, but it drained away when he said the retrospective fear in Quinn's eyes. "I'm here, Bub."
Quinn choked out a sob and then he lifted a bag up on to Flynn's bed. It was full of food and he upended it without preamble, letting the goodies spread out in a waterfall of calories all over Flynn's legs. "I brought you food."
That Flynn just had to smile at. Then he even chuckled. "You're trying to give me a cholesterol heart attack, aren't you?" He asked softly, his voice laced with fondness. Then he took Quinn's hand in his own. "Thank you."
"I love you!" Quinn squeaked and then he buried his face in Flynn's diminished stomach, curling his fingers around Flynn's hand, though he was careful not to hurt him. "I love you so much!"
"I love you too, Baby." Flynn moved his other hand to rest on Quinn's head, fingers twisting lightly in Quinn's hair. "Autumn, he brought us food." Flynn looked over at the terrified blond in the bed next to him. "Do you want some?"
Autumn ignored him. She just stared at the door, waiting.
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