Rachel Berry sat on a chair and spun around and around. She was bored. The evening that started with a dinner with colleagues had ended with a tripp to the emergency room. But that was not her fault, when Paparazzi came too close and asked unsuitable questions, she's right to be angry. It was perhaps not what her manager, Tina thinks. But who cares. Rachel is happy that she and Tina were friends before Tina became her manager. She was grateful to have someone who cared for her thing and actually knew her. But she was most grateful to her personal assistant, Megan. Three months ago Tina had interviewed Megan and found a perfect PA for Rachel. And she was right. Megan had quickly learned how Rachel works and knew how she wanted it. For example, her coffee, how she wanted it and when she wanted it. The evening dinner had a little too much alcohol and in a restaurant that was a bit too well-known and open. The press simply came too close and too personal. Chaos broke out and it ended with Rachel received a blow to the head and fainted. She felt good now, but she was bored to wait for the doctor to come. All she wanted to do was go home and sleep it off. Rachel found some "doctor things" to play with, and that's when the door opened. In stepped a blond doctor in doctor's coat, a stethoscope around her neck and with a journal under her arm.
"Ms. Berry, I suppose?" The blond doctor extended her hand toward Rachel, who nodded and shook hands. This doc was hot. "Hi, ny name is Dr. Fabray and i will be your doctor this evening. How do you feel? Those, there are not for you to play with."
Rachel blushed and sat down on the bed again. "I'm fine. I'm bored and I want to go home."
The doctor sat down on the chair that Rachel had spun on and read in the journal. "Well. X-rays showed no damage on your skull and your values looks okay. But we want you to stay over night because you fainted when you fell. Most for security action. Do you feel nauseous?"
"Do you know, most people usually invite to dinner before asking a girl if she wants to spend the night?" The doctor blushed and looked up at Rachel who continued talking. "And I would definitely not say no to dinner, I mean if you wanna ask me?"
Dr Fabray got up and picked up a small flashlight from her pocket. "Cute. Now if you want to follow the lamp with your Eyes please."
The doctor stood in front of Rachel and sat down to eye level. Rachel followed the lamp with her eyes and did as the doctor said. Dr Fabray stood up and wrote a little in the journal. Racel saw the doctor's ID card on the rock and was curious. "So, Dr Fabray, What does the Q stand for?"
On the coat there was a name tag where it stood. "Dr. Q. Fabray. Emergency Medical Specialist."
"My name is Quinn. And it seems that you have a slight concussion. There is no danger and all you have to do is rest. The emergency contact you have is a Brittany Pierce, do you want me to contact her or..."
Rachel interrupted. "NO. Do not contact her. I'm fine, as you said. I just need to rest. No need to worry my friend." Rachel tried with a little harmless flirting. "Brittany. My friend. Not mine, plus one or whatever. I'm completely free. Say for dinner for example..."
Dr Fabray closed the journal she wrote in and looked at Rachel. "Ms Berry..."
Again, Rachel interrupted. "Rachel. A cute doctor like you can call me Rachel. Ms. Berry is my grandmother. Please, I insist. And if you do not think it's flattering that I'm hitting on you, I'm blaming myself to be a bit drunk. Still. I apologize."
Dr. Fabray looked amused and shook her head. "Do not worry, I am fine. The main thing is that you feel okay. We are still waiting for some test results so I will look for you later when you get to another room."
Rachel sighed and took off her shoes. She was not prepared for her to stay in the hospital over night. Sure she had fainted when she hit her head but it did not seem to be so dangerous. Rachel thought that Dr. Fabray was preparing to go and felt bored again. She decided to have some fun with the blond doctor. "So, what about that dinner? Do not say you're taken already, that would be a big disappointment. For me, I mean, lucky for you."
Dr Fabray stood with her back facing the door and with Rachel's journal in her hands. "Ms. Berry, I'm flattered but you're my patient. My biggest concern is to make sure that you are healthy, so you can get out of here as soon as possible." Dr. Fabray would just open the door and walk away when she stopped halfway and looked Rachel straight in the Eye. "And do not worry about the press. I will not say a word to them, I will neither dement or confirm that you are here. You're safe here, I'll take care of that. See you in a moment, Rachel Berry." After that the doctor went through the door.
On the bed sat a shocked and silent Rachel. She was rarely walking on the street and was not recognized. Everywhere she went, it was the press who wanted a comment or people who wanted autographs. This was the life she wanted, this was the life she wanted to achieve, and now that she was there she felt more lonely than ever. With a background on Broadway as an award-winning actress at a young age, and now with a singing career ahead of her, she had everything she once dreamed of. All the songs and theater lessons she had taken as a child that her fathers had paid for had paid back several times. This was her Dream. For years, Rache had been a good girl who focused only on her career. Now at the age of 28 she had nothing to prove. For herself or for anyone. But still she wanted more. After she had reached 25, she woke up, she started going out more, first with colleagues and then more with friends. The press clearly loved watching her and watching what happened this night. Everything to get the first picture of Rachel's spectacle that night. Friends came and went. Her only and one true friend who always stood by her was Brittany S Pierce. They had been in school together during collage, and was friends since. Brittany was a awesome dancer and worked as a choreographer on Broadway. She was always coveted when something new was set up and could always choose from many offers. Brittany, however, was more orderly than Rachel. When Rachel filled 25 and decided to live a little bit more, Brittany was against it. It was usually Brittany who had to help Rachel when she screwed up. For example, it was Brittany who picked her up at the station, the time she was arrested for fighting outside a bar. What was not her fault should be added. The person she hit deserved it. Or the time she lost her bag and did not know how she would come home when she had ended up at a afterparty in Brooklyn. Brittany was clearly Rachel's hero many times.
After a while there was a nurse who helped Rachel to a bed that was then rolled to another room. It was a one-room so she did not have to share with anyone and there was a tiny little tv in one corner. The nurse had given Rachel hospital clothes and a pill for headache and said the doctor would come as soon as she could to provide an update. Rachel watched the news channel for so long until Dr Hot was coming to se her. Of course, the pictures of Rachel night rolled by a few times. Headlines like: "The American Party princess strikes again." "Brodway's favorite, not so innocent anymore."
Rachel's favorites were of course all the relactions to which she was linked. Apparently, she had more lovers than she herself knew of. What was said in the newspapers that is the gossip pages was so far from the truth you could come. Sure she had had relationships. It was almost so that those in the newspapers were untrue, they rarely or never wrote about what was true. Love rarely came true. Not in Rachel's case anyway.
After an hour, it knocked on the door. Rachel accepted and in stepped Dr. Fabray again. With her bonda hair and beautiful smile, she got Rachel to smile just by showing herself. Dr Fabray came in with Rachel's journal and stood at the foot end of the bed. "Ms. Berry, hello again. How are you feeling now? Any headache or so?"
"As I said before, I feel fine. Plus I got a pain reliever when I got into this room so..."
"Good. It's a good sign to be painless. If this continues, I do not see any problems that you can leave here after the round tomorrow morning. Good news."
"So, tomorrow when I'm not your patient anymore, how about that dinner? I'm sober now so you know it's not just the alkohol talking. I'm serious. Go out with me?"
Dr Fabray sat on the bedside edge at the foot end and sighed. "I'm not dating patients. And even if you're not my patient tomorrow, you're there now. So no. I'm sorry. Besides I thought you were with that actor from your play last year? What is his name now? Jess...?"
This made Rachel laugh out loud. "Jesse st James?! Oh god no. He's terrible. We are just acquaintances, we know each other. He's bigger diva than me, and it says a lot." Rachel liked to talk to Dr Fabray. "So, you knew who I was all the time? I was unsure if you knew Before."
This time it was the doctor's turn to laugh out loud. Rachel immediately became a little in love with the doctor's laughter. It sounded like heaven. "Of course, I knew who you were. You would have to live under a rock to not recognize you. Your face is everywhere. But to me, you are a patient, just like everyone else, I treat you equally."
"And I appreciate it. You are good at your job Dr. Q Fabray. So, how about that dinner? I do not give up easily, you know, I'm persistent. With my job, it's a trait you must have."
"Good for you. I work all night so there will be another doctor to give you a clear sign so you can go. I make sure they get in early so you can surely go before the city wakes up. I'll come and see you sometime during the night and if there's something, press the button on the wall there, and a nurse will come and help you. Sounds okay?"
Rachel nodded and Dr Fabray started to go to the door and stopped halfway just like last time. "Take care of yourself Rachel. It was nice meeting you."
When the doctor was out of the room, Rachel shouted. "Dr. Fabray!" The blond doctor popped her head in the door and looked at Rachel. "Dinner? You and me, someplace nice?"
"Good night Rachel."
Rachel could sleep surprisingly well after all. Certainly she had a little hard to sleep where she had hit her head but besides that she almost slept all night. Early in the morning a nurse came in and gently woke Rachel up. "Excuse me miss. Dr Fabray told me to wake you up as soon as you were free to go. Now you are."
Rachel rubbed her sleep out of her eyes and went and changed. The nurse was in the room when Rachel came out and had some paper for Rachel to sign. Rachel took the opportunity to try to get info. "So what time does the night shifts end at this Place?"
The nurse looked surprised at Rachel. "Uhmm... Soon. In about 30 minutes approximately, it's switching."
"Here you go. Thanks for everything. I find the way out myself. Bye."
Rachel walked out of the hospital and found a little coffee around the corner. She bought two cups to take along and sat on a bench outside the hospital's grand entrance. She did not have to wait a long time. After 15 minutes there was a bunch going out of the hospital and she immediately recognized the blond doctor. She walked laughing next to a latina girl with long black hair. The group went and talked between themselves and was almost walking past Rachel. Rachel observed the blonde doctor and when Rachel heard her laugh again, she took courage and shouted out for her.
"Hey!" The group stopped and watched Rachel. "I told you I was persistent. How about that dinner?"
Rachel's blonde doctor looked surprised and said nothing. It was her friend, the latina girl who said something first. "Who is the Hobb? Is she your friend Q?"
"Oh... Uhm... What... Uh... I do not know what to say?" The blonde doctor stumbled out.
Rachel went to her and gave her the coffee cup. "Just say yes. I'm officially not your patient anymore, please say yes. One date. And if you never want to see me again after that, I understand. Just one date, come on. Give me a chance. This might be a chance at something big..."
The blond doctor looked doubtful. Rachel smiled and tried appealing Eyes. Eventually the blonde doctor smiled and nodded her head. "Okay. Sure. Why not." The doctor took Rachel's coffee mug and pulled a red mark pen from her pocket. She wrote down something and gave back the cup to Rachel. "This is my number. Call me and we'll see." Then she turned on her heel and went her way.
Where did Rachel stand with the other doctors who laughed astonished. The latin girl came up and put her hand on Rachel's arm. "That girl is stubborn, but she's worth it though. Dont fuck it up. My name is Santana, I'm Quinn's best friend. I guess we will see more of you in the future. Until next time."
And then she and the rest of the group went away too. Rachel stood with her coffee mug in her hand. When she read, there was a phone number. Below the number was a small text. It said: "Let me guess... Dinner? Call me. Xoxo Dr. Q Fabray."
