*suspicious evil author laughter*
I see you, but I raise you
Emile - Em/Emi
Remy - Rem
Quinn - Q
Evan - Ev
TRIGGER WARNING : death
Quinn POV
It's so cold. It's so cold. It's so fucking cold. It's cold. It's so damn cold. It's cold.
The snow has completely covered me now and I can barely breath. I kept trying to push the snow away from my face but my hands are completely numb now.
Also the snow had packed down so it was hard to move. I'm pretty sure a layer of ice has covered the snow now but I'm not sure.
I curled up to try and preserve body heat but now I can't move. There was too much snow.
I can't feel my feet or hands now. It was the painful type of cold. I couldn't move without the bark digging into my back or the ropes probably giving me rope burn. My chest was burning because of how thin my sweater is.
I can barely breath. My eyes started lidding shut slowly. I could feel ice on my eyelashes. I quickly snapped my eyes back open.
I can't fall asleep. I can't. If I fall asleep I'll freeze to death. Well, I'm probably going to die but I don't want to give up yet.
My eyes started shutting again. My heart was so slow. I can't breath. It's so dark down here under all this snow. It's suffocating.
Don't fall asleep.
Don't fall asleep.
Don't fall asleep.
Don't...
~•~
Damien POV
"We haven't seen him in two hours now," I said, stumbling over a few words. "He never came back home from the library and he isn't answering his phone."
"What do you mean?" Roman asked me. His voice sounded distant so I'm guessing I'm on speaker phone.
I know everyone was going to hang out with Virgil during the snowstorm. I thought Quinn stopped by when he never came home from the library.
"We can't find him. He hasn't come home. He isn't answering his phone," I chocked out, trying not to cry.
Evan was already crying, holding tightly to my other arm. We don't know where Quinn went and anything could've happened to him.
Jackson could've gotten to him. He could be beaten into a bloody pulp somewhere. He could be dead.
No, that's absurd. There's no way Quinn could be dead right?
"He hasn't stopped by here," Patton said.
"Yeah, no one's seen him," Virgil added.
I felt my heart drop and I faintly heard Evan let out a whimper. Where could he be?
"Where did he go than?" I asked to no one in particular.
"What time was Quinn supposed to be home?" Logan asked.
"He said he'd be back home from the library before the snowstorm started," I answered, my fear only growing. "That was over two hours ago since he was supposed to be back."
"There's almost three feet out there now," Virgil mumbled. "Maybe he got stuck somewhere?"
"He would've called or something," I said.
"Did Jackson get to him somehow?" Virgil mumbled.
"We don't know," I mumbled, a tear finally falling down my cheek.
Evan buried his face in my chest, letting out a chocked sob. I rubbed his back gently. I could tell he was terrified for Quinn.
"Are the roads drivable?" Roman asked.
"Right now they are," Logan answered. "But ice is settling over the snow right now."
"Did Quinn drive a car?" Roman asked.
"No he doesn't have one and he prefers to walk," I answered, confused as to were this was going.
"Do you know the path he takes from the library back to your house?" Roman continued.
"Yeah," I answered.
"Remy and I will meet you at the library," Roman told me. "We'll follow the path he takes home."
"That's a good idea," I mumbled. "Okay meet ya there."
~~~~magical time skip~~~~
"Is a motorcycle safe during a snowstorm?" I asked Remy.
"It's easier to drive than a car," Remy answered.
"Anyways," Roman said leaning over to my car. "What roads does Quinn take."
"Just follow me," I said. "Flash your lights if you see something."
I left the window down as I started driving slowly down the way Quinn heads home on. Remy followed behind me slowly.
I held Evan's hand tightly. He was shaking slightly, still crying a bit. I gently rubbed his knuckles with my fingers, trying to comfort him.
"Where'd he go?" Evan mumbled.
"I don't know," I whispered, another tear slipping down my cheek.
"Do you think Jackson got him?" He asked.
"I don't know but we have to hope for the best," I told him.
"What if he's hurt, or not here," Evan asked, starting to get panicky.
"Quinn is going to be okay," I told him gently. "He'll be okay."
Evan didn't say anything, just peering out the window with wide eyes. Silent tears slowly fell down his cheeks.
I don't think we would've been this worried if this was under more normal circumstances. But with Jackson running around and going after all of us, I'm terrified that we're going to find him beaten into a bloody pulp in a ditch somewhere.
"He'll be okay," Evan mumbled, reaching over and wiping all my tears away with his sweater sleeve. I hadn't even noticed I had stated crying.
"I'm scared," I admitted.
"Me too," Evan said.
We returned back to silence. Just staring around us, trying to spot anything in the snow with the car headlights.
The farther we went, he more worried I got. I thought for sure we'd find him by now. But there was just snow and darkness.
Then in the headlights I spotted what looked like a piece of paper and some wood or something sticking out of the snow. I stared intently at it, slowly coming to a stop.
"Is that Quinn's sketchbook?" I asked.
Evan peered at it a bit before shrugging. I got out of the car quickly, Evan following behind. Logan was right about ice freezing over the snow.
Remy and Roman ran around my car and stood next to us. I gingerly picked up the lump of paper and cardboard.
Evan and I gasped. Despite it being burnt, we could recognize Quinn's work. It was his sketchbook.
"It's Quinn's sketchbook," I told them.
"That's not reassuring," Roman mumbled.
"Is he somewhere around here?" Remy asked, looking around.
I handed Evan the sketchbook and started looking around. I checked the ditch next to the road but it seemed empty. I couldn't really see through the snow anyways.
"Found something!" Roman yelled.
I jogged over to him, quickly followed by Remy and Evan. Roman held a ripped drawing of me in his hand. One of Quinn's drawing.
"There's more," Evan whispered, pointing at another piece of paper next to a pine tree.
We headed over to it but once we were off the road, the snow was over three feet tall now. We were all up to our waists in the snow.
This drawing was of Evan. But it was ripped too. Still more of Quinn's work though. I looked around but didn't see any more.
"Is he in the tree?" Remy asked. We all shined our phone lights up into the branches. But I didn't see anything that resembled Quinn.
Roman started walking into the snow towards the tree. But then he paused and started kicking his foot under the snow.
"There's something here," He mumbled before starting to dig. "I don't think it's the tree."
There was an worried tone in Roman's voice that sent me running over to him. I started digging next to snow.
Half of my prayed that it wasn't Quinn because it'd be bad to by buried under so much snow. But I needed to find him.
My hands hit something soft that sent chills through my body. At this point, Remy and Evan had joined our digging.
I brushed the snow away some more to reveal a mop of messy black hair. Quinn's hair. I finally heard Evan let out a chocked sob but I started digging faster.
We pushed the snow away, creating a large wall around us. I brushed more snow away, now revealing Quinn's face. I had to pause and cover my mouth. Evan grabbed my arm.
Quinn was deathly pale, in a way were we could see the veins under his skin. It brought out his freckles. His lips had turned a faint shade of blue. Ice had frozen on his eyelashes and hair. His eyes were shut.
He looked beautiful in this position. It would make a pretty drawing or aesthetic photo. But this was Quinn, my boyfriend, buried under multiple feet of snow and looking like he's dead.
I grabbed Quinn by his shoulder and tried to pull him out, but he was stuck to something. His skin was ice cold and clammy to the touch.
We kept digging, eventually completely digging Quinn out. He was tied to the tree trunk with a thick rope. It was digging into his skin.
His clothes were so thin. I could see his pale skin through the sweater he was wearing.
Quinn was curled up a bit. Ice and snow covered him. His hands were also turning a shade of faint blue.
I couldn't move. Neither could Evan. He was holding tightly to my arm and crying. I just stared in shock at Quinn.
Remy pulled a pocket knife from his jacket and knelt down to cut the rope. Once the rope was pulled away from Quinn, he just slumped over.
It didn't look like he was breathing.
I quickly picked Quinn up and cradled him in my arms. He was ice cold against me. I turned and fought my way back through the snow to my car.
"We have to get him to the hospital," I said to no one in particular.
Evan got into the backseat and I passed him Quinn. Remy and Roman nodded, heading back to Remy's motorcycle.
I got back in the car and drove as quickly as possible to the hospital. Evan was crying and holding onto Quinn tightly in the back seat.
I didn't want to speed in the snow and ice but every second we weren't getting Quinn medical help, he could be dying.
Once we got to the hospital, I pretty much threw myself out of the car and opened the back door. Evan gently handed me Quinn.
Carrying Quinn in my arms, I ran into the hospital. Evan, Remy and Roman followed behind me quickly.
We entered through the emergency room entrance. I ran up to the front desk and tried to get someone's attention.
The hospital was incredibly busy. That didn't help calm my nerves. Evan was holding tightly to my arm again.
"How can I help you?" A frantic looking nurse asked me.
"My boyfriend, he got buried under the snow," I told her.
"Holy shit," The nursed breathed out, looking over Quinn.
She started looking at the clipboard in his hands and flipped through a few pages. She looked worriedly a Quinn a few times before reaching out to check for a pulse.
"We can get him some blankets but I don't think we can get a doctor to him for maybe half an hour," She told me.
"Does it look like he has half an hour?" I said, taking all my self control to not start yelling. "He needs help."
"We don't have the space right now," She tried to tell me. "We're very busy because of car crashes from this storm."
I didn't know what to say. Quinn needs help. He needs to see a doctor right now so he doesn't freeze to death.
"My boyfriends here right now," Roman told her. "Room 310. Can he stay in that room?"
"We'd have to find a gurney and a doctor," She mumbled, thinking it over.
She looked worriedly at Quinn again, obviously thinking it over in her head. I begged her silently.
"Follow me," She said. I breathed a sigh of relief and followed her down the hallway.
She ran up to a doctor, tapping him on the shoulder. They exchanged a few words, looking and motioning towards Quinn.
The doctor motioned for us to stay there and then the pair headed down a 'staff only' hallway.
"We'll go back to the others and tell them what's going on," Roman told me.
I nodded numbly. Remy and Roman headed back down the hall towards the elevator.
The nurse and doctor returned, now with a hospital bed. I laid Quinn down on the bed. He was still curled up, seemingly frozen in that position.
Evan and I followed the nurse and doctor as they pushed Quinn hurriedly down the hallway. We got in a big elevator, obviously designed to carry the hospital beds.
When we reached the third floor, we left the elevator. They pushed Quinn quickly down the hallway towards Virgil's room.
Their hurried behavior only made me more fearful for Quinn's life. He had a pulse but it was extremely weak.
The nurse ran ahead and pushed open the door to Virgil's room. We entered the room after Quinn and the doctor.
Everyone stared in shock at how bad Quinn's condition is. I'm guessing what Roman and Remy told them didn't cut it.
The nurse got to work getting an IV going for Quinn. The doctor forced Quinn into a laying position. We could hear the sound of ice crunching anytime Quinn was moved.
Evan was clinging to my arm, shaking and crying. The doctor got a heart monitor hooked up to Quinn.
It was beeping incredibly slowly, showing only small bumps in the line. That couldn't be good and based on the doctors's face it wasn't.
But everyone paused as the heart monitor stopped. Just the continuous beep of it flatlining. Quinn went into cardiac arrest.
The nurse handed the doctor a pair of scissors and he cut open Quinn's sweater. She then pulled out a defibrillator.
The nurse plugged it in and the doctor pulled the pads from the defibrillator. He placed them on Quinn's chest.
"Clear," The Nurse said before sending a shock. Quinn arched upwards a bit but nothing.
"Clear," She said, trying again. But still nothing.
They tried again, using a higher voltage. But still nothing. Quinn remained deathly still with no heart beat.
"Clear," She said after she switched it to the highest voltage.
Nothing.
They tried once more but still nothing. The doctor put the pads back on the defibrillator and stepped away from Quinn with a sullen face.
The doctor checked for a pulse from Quinn, but there was none.