Jax is braindead and someone fucking beat Quinn until his brain leaked out his ears and nose and now he'll never walk or think or move or be again. He's not braindead. But he's close.
Two. Two of them. WHAT IN THE HELL!?
My Quinn. My QUINN. He was just...the best person. The sweetest and kindest...this is...so far beyond unbelievable.
FUCK I hate fucking fuckers. And now we can't find Flynn. And I fucking can't blame him.
Stephie and Jax will be here soon. I can't stop shaking.