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In the morning, Quinn can tell Skylar didn’t get much sleep. The bags under his eyes are dark and foreboding and an air of exhaustion seems to follow Skylar around. Quinn winces at the sight and tries to get him to go back to bed.
“No, I can’t.”
Quinn nods in understanding and doesn’t press the matter further even though he wants to. He wants Skylar to be able to sleep, he wants him to be free of these nightmares, to get a good night’s rest for once. Hell, he wants Skylar to be free from all this suffering and pain, but miracles are in short supply. All he can do is be there and listen when Skylar needs him.
He grabs a bowl from the cupboard and the box of cereal and places in front of Skylar.
“Can you call Dr. Fleming?” Skylar’s voice is so soft Quinn almost doesn’t hear him.
“Is something wrong?” Quinn asks, a spike of fear lancing through him. His eyes roam over Skylar’s body search for a problem. “Are you in pain?”