A small smile graced Quinn’s lips as he responded, “Yes, of course.” Anything you need. He had been elated that Skylar had asked him himself, even though Quinn was already planning to offer up his apartment. It was a sign of trust, of acknowledgement that he needed help, and though he would have been grateful if Skylar had asked any one of their friends, Quinn couldn’t help but feel his heart swell at being the one Skylar felt he could go to. All in all, it was a positive sign toward Skylar’s recovery.
Skylar had just nodded his thanks, his eyes never straying from the sheets.
Before they left, Dr. Fleming had pulled Quinn into the hallway and given him Skylar’s prescription for painkillers and anti-inflammatories, and told him that if there was anything else Skylar might need, to just come and see her.
“The nurses say he’s been having nightmares as well,” she added softly, “so if those get worse, just call me and I’ll write him a prescription for sleeping tablets.”