[ He has no idea where any sound is coming from anymore. The spitting chainsaw, the aching doors, the dischorus droning from wall to wall, and his own screaming--it all slurs together and feels suffocating. He can't tell where to go, how to move, where is safe. He curls in on himself tighter, away from the vibration of Ash's steps pounding down the steps and the machine stink that wafts down with him.
[ For a bright second, eyes straining upwards, Quentin is able to fight his terrified instincts. It's Ash. His Ash. He's--oh god, he left Ash bleeding in that car, and Ash came back for him.
[ Quentin fumbles to get his feet under him, bloody hand slapping to the wall and the other reaching for Ash's arm to pull himself up, but that pivot towards Cheryl has him clinging wholly to Ash's elbow to stay upright. ]
No! She's-- [ Lying? What if she isn't lying? Her plea hooks in his ribs, even if he can only hear it through one ear. He's going to cry. He's already crying. His fingers twitch loose from Ash's arm. ] --your sister? Ash, she's--what did you do?
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[ For a bright second, eyes straining upwards, Quentin is able to fight his terrified instincts. It's Ash. His Ash. He's--oh god, he left Ash bleeding in that car, and Ash came back for him.
[ Quentin fumbles to get his feet under him, bloody hand slapping to the wall and the other reaching for Ash's arm to pull himself up, but that pivot towards Cheryl has him clinging wholly to Ash's elbow to stay upright. ]
No! She's-- [ Lying? What if she isn't lying? Her plea hooks in his ribs, even if he can only hear it through one ear. He's going to cry. He's already crying. His fingers twitch loose from Ash's arm. ] --your sister? Ash, she's--what did you do?