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At first Cutter had been annoyed that Connor had blown off class and then he'd felt guilty, he knew he had basically fled Fandom the second he had the chance to avoid Connor and maybe now Connor was doing the same?
So he'd taught class on his own, debating on whether or not he should send Connor a text message to make sure he was okay and then decided to wait til after class before he checked on him.
After what felt like forever he finally made it to Connor's flat and let himself in with the key - he should probably really return that key now but he was glad that he still had it with him to be able to check in and make sure Connor was alright. “Connor?” he called out, “Connor it’s me? It’s me Nick are you okay?”
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As soon as the door opened, Rex came dashing out. He ran circles around Cutter, chirping loudly, almost seeming annoyed or upset. He stooped at Cutter's feet and looked up at him as if trying to get his attention. Then Rex lept into the air and landed on his shoulder still chirping loudly. |
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This was not good at all. “Hey Rex,” Cutter said softly as he gave him a gentle scritch, “where’s Connor?” Based on how annoyed and upset Rex seemed …he had a very sinking feeling that something was wrong. |
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Rex seemed to perk up at the name "Connor" and he gave another chirp and jumped off Cutter's shoulder and headed toward the hallway that lead to the bedroom. He stopped outside the closed door and looked up at Cutter and gave another annoyed chirp. |
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Cutter’s heart sank as he followed Rex to Connor’s bedroom, he knocked tentatively on the door, “Connor, it’s me Nick, can I come in?” He didn’t feel right just barging after everything, he knew he had lost that right. |
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There was no real response, maybe a faint moan and groan could be heard faintly if someone was listening close enough. Rex chirped again sadly and nudged at the door trying to get in, just as he had been for a while. |
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This wasn’t right at all and Rex’s agitation and sadness, at trying to get to the door plus that very faint moan and Cutter bit his lip …the guilt overwhelming…he should have checked on Connor sooner…should have called while he was away. “Connor, I’m coming in,” and he slowly opened the door, not sure what he was going to find. |
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Connor was in the bed and at first glance might have seemed like he was just asleep. But a closer look would show the sheets tangled as if he had been thrashing and tossing and turning a lot. His shirt was wet with sweat, as was his face. Connor lay on his side curled up slightly and he didn't move or react at all when Cutter walked in. |
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Cutter stood completely still, for a moment he had hoped that Connor would just be sleeping but then he moved closer and his stomach dropped. “Oh god Connor,” Cutter ran to his side, a hand going to his forehead and feeling how clammy it was, “Connor can you hear me? I’m going to try and get you to sit up okay?” |
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Connor groaned as the bed moved as Cutter sat down on the bed, shifting him slightly. Slowly he tried to open his eyes. "N-Nick... what..." Connor barely got the words out and got his eyes open as he felt Cutter start to move him. |
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“Oh god…Connor, I’m so sorry …I should have…” Cutter trembled as he tried to get Connor upright, he had to think …his best bet was to get Connor to the clinic, “I’m going to take you to the clinic, do you think you can move for me?” |
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Connor had to blink a few times to get his eyes opened, still trying to process that Nick was actually there. "I... I'll try.." he said, wincing as he tried to move, feeling very weak and drained from the lack of eating or drinking. Connor bit his lip as he tried to sit up, trying to remember where the last couple days had gone off to. |
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Cutter carefully tried to help Connor in a sitting position, taking the weight so Connor could lean against him, "I'm so sorry," he said again, he would always be apologising for this, "everything's going to be okay now, it's going to be okay," If he said it enough times maybe he would start to believe it. None of this should have happened, he should have been there for Connor from the start and instead he had pushed him away and now Connor was sick and it was all his fault. |
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"It's.... I'm fine..." Connor said, not sounding at all convincing. "I ...I just haven't eaten in a while," he said softly. Connor leaned against Nick, shivering despite the beads of sweat still appearing on his forehead. |
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“Oh Connor, you are not fine …” Cutter’s heart broke at how ill Connor looked …if only he hadn’t selfishly pushed him away, “can you put your arm around me?” he asked gently, “I’m going to get you to the clinic okay, they’ll be able to look after you, you’ll be much better soon,” He didn’t want to think about the alternative. |
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Connor frowned, he heard Nick talking but he was having trouble understanding what he was saying. He nodded slowly and put his arm carefully around Nick's shoulder. He tried to remember what had happened... why he was so tired... why everything hurt so much. He remembered how upset he'd been after class ... and then he'd shut himself in his room for the rest of the week, barely eating or drinking ... But try as he might, Connor couldn't remember much about the last few days... it was all a blur. |
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“Okay, okay that’s good Connor, now this might hurt a bit okay?” Cutter said gently as he made sure he was carrying all of Connor’s weight so that he wasn’t carrying that extra burden. “I’m going to stand up okay now Connor?” he said gently once he was sure Connor was secure, “okay, one …two…three…” it took a bit more to get them upright but they were soon standing. Cutter had no idea how he was going to get Connor to the clinic but he was going to get him there. It was all his fault. | Connor ![]() |
Connor winced and gave a small groan at the movement. Had it really been that long since he had been upright? He leaned against Nick, tried to control his breathing, and focused on getting the room to stop spinning. After a moment, he gave a small nod and tried to start moving his feet to get them toward the door. Connor felt like he was working on auto pilot, his body moving without him really even thinking about anything just then. Nick was there. And despite everything that had happened between them, he still trusted Nick. |
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“Okay, okay, that’s good Connor, that’s good,” Cutter winced at the effort this was taking just to do that small movement but he had to do this for Connor, “okay, I’m going to start walking us to the clinic okay? It might hurt a bit but I’m going to get us there and they’ll get you the help you need, can you hold on for me Connor?” Cutter started trembling and then it took him a moment to maintain his composure, it wouldn’t do either of them any good if they both ended up crashing to the floor. |
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Connor lifted his head and looked at Nick squarely for the first time since he had come in. He nodded slowly as he took a slow shuddering breath. "I... I'll try" Connor said, surprised at how tired and weak he sounded and felt. |
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And Cutter looked at Connor, his heart sinking at not just how sick he looked but with how weak he sounded as well. “Okay, I’m going to get you there Connor, just…just hold on please,” and he started to move them towards the door and into the flat. There was a moments hesitation and, “I’m sorry,” he said softly, he knew it wasn’t going to be enough …he was never going to be able to make up for this but he was always going to try and make it up to Connor. |
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Connor looked at Nick then dropped his gaze, closing his eyes against the pain that washed over him. He didn't know how he was going to get there, he could barely stand as it was.... but he knew he had to do this... somehow. He had to have been in bad shape... if Nick was that worried he had bothered to show up after all of this. Connor took a deep breath and nodded and started slowly making his way with Nick, unable to keep the tears out of his eyes as he did. |
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Cutter hadn’t been sure what to expect, he knew Connor was in no shape to even try to talk but that silence just made things worse, “Oh Connor,” he said softly, “just …just hang in there, I know it will hurt but I’m going to get you to the clinic and I …I promise I’ll make it up to you, I’ll always make it up to you …please just hang in there …you’re going to be okay, you have to be okay,” |
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Connor moved his arm tighter around Nick's shoulder and nodded. "Nick, I.... I..." Connor didn't know what to say. His mind was a foggy jumble of thoughts, his entire body hurt, and he was so so very tired. He just wanted to go back to bed. What was wrong with that? "I'm...I'm sorry... Nick. I..." |
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“No, it’s not your fault Connor ….” Cutter trembled as he slowly walked through the flat and to the door, Connor still talking was good, he had to keep him talking, “I’m the one who’s sorry, I should never …I shouldn’t have pushed you away,” he had to stop, and try and adjust Connor’s weight on his shoulders, his shoulders were already throbbing, “this is all my fault …oh god …just …hold on please,” |
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Connor was silent a moment as they made their way out of the flat. He winced as they stepped outside and into the sun for the first time in several days. As they slowly made their way, one thought finally pushed through the haze and the pain and Connor looked over, a concerned look on his face. "Is.. is Rex... ok?" |
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Cutter took another moment to stop, carefully adjusted his grip on Connor, “Rex is fine,” he assured him, “he’s worried about you, he led me to you,” As they walked, he couldn’t help but think that none of this would have even happened, if he hadn’t been so selfish, if he had been the supportive boyfriend that Connor needed and now … “I’m so sorry,” he said again, he was always going to regret this … if Connor didn’t get better … |
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"Good ole Rex" Connor said with the faintest of smiles. "I... I'm gad... he... he's... ok." Focusing on Rex meant he didn't have to think as much about how much pain he was in. It was taking more effort than it should to walk, even with Nick supporting most of his weight still. "I... I owe him a nice... treat for sure...after... all this..." |
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"I'm going to look after him for you," Cutter promised as they walked, "I'll make sure he's well taken care off and give him a lot of treats," It was the least he could do after all this. |
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"Thank... thank you... Nick" Connor said softly. He still wasn't sure exactly what was going on... he just knew they had to get to the clinic. Connor just hoped he could keep going until they got there. He fell silent as the slowly made their way, trying to concentrate on staying awake and to keep moving. |
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“You’re welcome Connor,” Cutter said softly as they walked, “I’m going to get you to the clinic okay, you’re going to be okay …” He would never forgive himself for this. |