darker_london | Selfless (Flynn, Quinn)

Flynn was making a milkshake (cookies and cream and peanut butter) when Quinn walked into the kitchen and announced that he was going to hospital. Flynn was quite sure that his stomach froze even colder than the ice inside the blender. He hadn't even had a chance to make sure Quinn was feeling okay, as Quinn being up at all was not a common occurrence. "What, why!?"

Quinn immediately stepped forward, looking guilty. "No...Mal, my friend was hurt. Noah? The student who arranged that donation for us when he found out I couldn't return to work?"

Flynn knew Noah well because of their collaboration to raise money for charity, though Quinn had been pretty much in a coma for most of that. Flynn liked Noah a lot, and his stomach wasn't getting any warmer simply because it wasn't Quinn in trouble, even if it was a relief. "What happened?"

"I'm not...entirely sure," Quinn said, sounding confused. "Darla...n..no. Deirdre called? Said Serenity was upset. They're close. But Noah's okay."

Flynn nodded, and he moved away from the milkshake. "I'll come with you," he said simply. "If I can find the keys."

"In your pocket," Quinn said with a grin. "But finish making that milkshake first, I want half. I'm starving here."

And so Flynn did finish it, he gave the entire thing to Quinn, who downed it in a matter of minutes while Flynn drove them both to the hospital so they could be there for their friend.