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Started December 15, 2022 by @EtherealDreamer

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Marco waved a hand at him and pursed his lips together before uncapping his own water and taking a long and steady drink from it.
"Not necessary." He said quietly, opening his bag of chips and eating one slowly. "I thought you might like sweets. Most people do. Are you American born?"

Quinn smiled warmly back at him. for some reason, he couldn't stop smiling. "Thank you but I insist. I'll pay you back as soon as I get out of here. And yes. I was born here, but I lived in Korea since I was 6. I came to America again when I was 17. What about you. Are you from Mexico, or like, South America. Not to assume but your accent sounds, Latino or like, spanish."

He took another sip of water and looked out the window. It was nice, to sit and have a peaceful conversation with some pleasant company

Marco nodded as Quinn spoke and finally stopped when he was sure the other male was done speaking.

"I'm half Mexican," he informed Quinn. "My accent is because I was born in Mexico, my mother was Mexican and my father was American, we moved here with my abuelita when I was 12."

"That's cool!" Quinn exclaimed. He thought it was so cool to talk to someone with similar experiences, even if they were wildly different in all other aspects. "So did the doctors tell you when I can leave or do i have to ask them?" Quinn questioned

Marco gave a grim smile, flexing the now thin and slender gash that ran from his left cheekbone to his upper lip.

"They wouldn't tell me because I'm not family." He revealed. "But they want to check me out too, stitch up my face, if I'm released before you, I'll wait until you can go home, no one wants to be stuck in a hospital alone."

"Thank you. I'll ask sometime tonight." Quinn said, smiling. He got up and stood still, bracing himself before he fell. He gained his balance and walked into the bathroom, looking in the mirror. He hated the way he looked in a hospital gown. He was wearing two so he wouldn't be exposed. He gazed dejectedly at his reflection, tracing each and every healing scar on his face. He had one tracing from his cheekbone almost to his nose, tracing a long, slim line through his freckles. He also had a small one on his bottom lip, one above his eyebrow, and one tracing from the middle of his nose to the just underneath the middle of his eye. Tears welled up in his eye, and he fought them back. He went to sit back down as someone dropped something outside and made a loud banging sound. He stopped and looked around

Marco looked towards the door, seeing a nurse bending over to pick up some metal tools she had dropped.
He stood up, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I'm gonna go check myself in," he said motioning to the gash on his own face. "Just wanted to make sure you were awake before I did."

He walked to the door then turned back and walked to Quinn, coercing him back into the hospital bed.
"You should rest, I will be back. Right after I'm cleared by the doctor I'll be in here, I think they'll keep you longer than me, you got pretty messed up by the debris and stuff."

He then pulled the sheet up over Quinn's legs and walked to the door again.
"Rest, I'll be back soon." He told Quinn from the doorway. "If anything happens, hit the call button for a nurse."
He then walked out, going to the desk and explaining his gash situation to the nurse, who nodded sympathetically and soon enough he was in a hospital gown, waiting for stitches.

Quinn smiled, rolled over and went to sleep. he tossed and turned for about thirty minutes, reliving the bombing in his dreams. Her shot up in the hospital bed, panicking. Sweat dripped down his face, along with tears. He sat there for a moment trying to calm down. He couldn't process who was in the room, if there even was anyone with him. Was Marco back, or was he alone. He cried for a second, and tried to take a few deep breaths

Once the stitches were done, Marco was given his clothes back and an ointment to constantly apply to his stitches, in order to help the skin heal.

He got dressed quickly, and walked slowly down the fluorescently lit hallway, towards Quinn's room. He quietly opened the door and slid inside.

Quinn looked around, coming down from the panic. He could see and process his surroundings at this point, and saw no one with him. He took a deep breath and Marco walked in. "Hey." He said as calmly as he could muster. He got up to look at his face. He wanted to know if it was noticeable, and more importantly, he didn't want Marco to notice. He didn't know why, after what the two had just gone through, but it hurt his pride to let another man, at that an attractive man, see the aftermath of a panic attack. "Did they give you stiches?" He asked from the bathroom as he examined his tear stained face

Marco sat down slowly in the chair by Quinn's hospital bed.
"Yeah," he said in a strained voice, he was exhausted, just wanted some sleep. "Kind of hurts a little, but I am fine."

"You should be sleeping." Marco said, looking towards the bathroom. "You need rest."

"I know. I was but i woke up." Quinn said before washing his face. He dried himself off and went to lay back down. he sat down on the bed and lied down. He sighed and rolled over, looking at Marco. "I'm going to go to bed. You should too" Quinn said before closing his eyes.
In truth, he was scared to go to sleep, but it was comforting to have Marco next to him.

Marco shrugged.
"Nightmares." He stated blandly, as if it were nothing new. "When I slept after the stitches, since it was on my face they gave me some kind of medicine that made me sleepy before so I wouldn't feel the pain that much, I had nightmares, so I might just skip sleeping."

He gave Quinn a slightly crooked smile.

Quinn responded, opening his eyes. "Me too. About the nightmares. I'm going to go ask when I'm getting discharged." He said, getting up and leaving the room. He walked up to the nurses station nervously, the anxiety building with every step. He then pushed down his nerves and spoke with the nurse.

When he came back, he looked at Marco with disdain. "They said they had to keep me for about a week. You know you can go home at any time and I wouldn't have any hard feelings. You've done enough for me. Not assuming you'd care." He added quickly so as not to potentially offend him.

"I don't want to leave." Marco stated, yawning. "Why would I leave, what if you need someone here in order to be discharged?"

Quinn was taken slightly aback. He'd expected Marco to jump at the first chance to leave. Not that he felt that Marco didn't care, he just thought that Marco didn't want to be here. "I don't know, i just thought you might want to go home. If i need someone here I could call my sister. Thank you. Before i forget" Quinn babbled, trying not to embarrass himself

Marco shrugged.
"It is what it is," he said, smiling crookedly. "I have no one to be with at home anyways, my abuelita is out of the country at the moment."

"Is she in Mexico?" Quinn asked, recovering from the embarrassment quickly. He smiled awkwardly still

"No," Marco said, his smile growing larger. "She is in Greece, she took her newly widowed friend on a vacation."

He laughed softly.
"She said it did the friend no good to sit and sulk, and no better way to do that than go to Greece. She gets discounts on flights because she was a flight attendant for almost 50 years."

"Thats cool. Your abuelita sounds like a nice woman" Quinn said, smiling

(time skip?)

(Sure.)

Marco blinked his eyes open, he had fallen asleep sitting straight up in the mock vinyl chair by Quinn's bed, he stretched, wincing at the kinks in his back and shoulders. Sunlight was streaming and his eyes water, everything had been so dark the past 24 hours that he wasn't used to all this light at once, he put his hands over his eyes and took a deep breath.

Quinn turned slightly, made a slight groan, and continued resting. he could feel the light, but it was warm, and pleasant, encouraging, urging him even, to keep sleeping.

Marco stood up quietly and went into the bathroom, looking in the mirror and running his index finger gently across the obvious stitching that went from below his left ear to right below his bottom lip and winced slightly.

Quinn opened his eyes while he was facing opposite the window. He saw the light streaming in through the window and smiled warmly. He looked around once again, having been so tired and disoriented the night before he didn't really process that he wasn't home. The realization that he was in the hospital hit him like a freight truck. He sat up quickly, and looked around, wondering if Marco was still there. He breathed in and looked out the window

Marco exited the small restroom and stopped when he saw Quinn.

"Hi," he said awkwardly, frozen to the spot he stood in.

Quinn breathed in sharply, then wincing as he exhaled. He took a few deep breaths and smiled at Marco. "Hi. How long have you been up?" he asked. He was grateful that Marco chose to stay, but still felt a twinge of guilt that he was here instead of at home. No better way to relieve that then to try and repay the favor in what little ways he could