Don't Let Me Be Gone

Seventy One

TRIGGER WARNING — oral rape, attempted rape, aNgSt, #glitchbitch, slimey snek boi, trashy rat man, blood, mention of self harm

Quinn POV
I rolled over, instantly regretting it as a sharp pain went up my side.  I whimpered, feeling tears gather in my eyes. 

"Hey, hey, it's okay, take deep breaths."  I heard someone say in a calming manor. Whoever it was started running their hand through my hair.  It felt calming. 

I tried to follow their instructions, but could barely get any air in before letting out a chocked sob.  The pain in my chest was unbearable.

"Take deep breaths,"  The person repeated.  "In for four seconds, hold for seven seconds, exhale for eight seconds."

I did what they said until I calmed down.  I opened my eyes slowly, tears instantly rushing down my cheeks.

Emile was sitting with my head in his lap.  He looked down at me with concerned eyes, gently running his hand through my hair. 

"What..."  I mumbled between pain filled sobs.  "What happened?"

"I passed out from pain, along with you and Patton."  Emile explained.  "When I woke up, Patton was still completely unconscious.  He's alive, don't worry.  You were whimpering and squirming around on the floor.  My shoulder was dislocated, so I had to relocate it.  Once I had, I tried to calm you down.  And now you're awake."

"It hurts..."  I mumbled, twisting my head and burying it in the skirt of his dress. 

"Yeah, it probably does."  Mumbled Emile.  "He broke your rib."  I whimpered at the thought.

"Hey, it's okay. It'll heal soon." Emile said comfortingly.

"I know, it just...it really hurts."

"It'll be okay," He told me. "Just try not to focus on the pain."

"I can't." I cried softly. "It hurts too much. Please make it go away." I begged between sobs.

"I'm sorry Quinn, I can't do that." Emile said softly. "Just try to think of anything else." Than I remember something.

"Why did Dee do that?" I whispered, breaking down into sobs again. This time it was from emotional pain. I was so happy and excited when Dee appeared, only to have it all crushed when he hurt us.

"I think Corruption took his memories, like what he did with Virgil." Emile suggested. "He said he didn't know who you were."

"I hope so." I said. "But still..."

"I know but-" Emile started to say but was cut off.

"Logan..." Came Patton's small voice. Emile quickly snapped his head up and looked over at Patton. "Logan..." Patton mumbled again before starting to cry.

Emile gently moved over to Patton, pulling me with him. I grunted a few times in pain, but did my best to help move. Even though I couldn't really move my midsection without being in immense pain.

"It's okay Patton," Emile said. Patton looked up at us, his eyes wide and unfocused. I hope he doesn't have any brain damage from being smacked over the head with a baseball bat.

"Where's Logan?" Patton whimpered. "I want Logan."

"Logan isn't here," Emile said gently, resulting in Patton bursting into tears. "Don't worry. Quinn and I are here. Just take deep breaths."

After a while of Emile helping Patton calm down, Patton finally seemed to come to. His eyes finally focused.

"What happened?" He asked softly. Emile recounted what had happened to him and our theory about Deceit's memories being stolen.