Deliver Me (Quinn, Adrina, Eamon)

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Two weeks ago, Quinn had nearly been killed by his brother-in-law, and then he had witnessed his beloved husband aim a gun straight at him before said murderous brother-in-law exploded all over Quinn's face. It was fair to say Quinn had had a shitty time since then.

Having kicked his husband out of their home, Quinn had relocated to one of their house's spare rooms and curled up on an air mattress. And there he had stayed. His older brother had practically moved in to take care of him, but Quinn was too far gone to even feel grateful. He couldn't feel much of anything. He was numb.

Eamon entered the room like he had every day for the past two weeks. He crossed the floor and opened the curtains to let the sun in. Quinn groaned and he turned his face towards the pillow, an action Eamon sighed sadly to see. And then Quinn shocked Eamon by doing something he hadn't done much of since the end of August. He spoke.

"Whyyyyy?"

Eamon blinked and then he moved closer to Quinn. "It's sunshine, Q. It's good for you."

"Fuck sunshine in it's fucking arse," Quinn growled. Quinn wasn't much for cursing, even coming from Whitehead. It was strange to hear him say such things, despite the situation.

"Okay..." Eamon stood there, wondering what to do, when the boys were joined by Adrina.

Quinn pulled the blankets away from his face and he looked over at his best friend and his face crumpled. "Adrina," he whispered, and then he cried.