Quinn lay on the hospital bed. She was on her side, her knees pulled up to her chest. It's been a few months since she's been able to lay down like this. Her swollen belly had been in the way. She wasn't crying. No, it had no use. She was gone any ways. She heard the door open and heard heavy footsteps come in. The door closed and the footsteps stopped. She was glad that she had her back to the door so the person that came in couldn't see her face. She closed her eyes, trying to calm her breathing and hoped that whoever it was could just leave. She heard a sigh and the footsteps came closer.
"Quinn", she heard and her eyes opened wide.
"I told the nurses to keep you out. Can you leave?" She snapped.
"I could, but I won't." The voice said.
The footsteps ended at the foot of her bed. Quinn felt a lump in her throat but tried talking around it.
"I said that I don't want you here. Get out."
"You might not want me here, but you sure need me to be here."
Quinn growled. He was right. She exhaled deeply, sat right up with her back against the head of the bed and pulled her knees against her chest. She had now full view on Noah standing there with his hands holding onto flowers.
"You bring flowers to people who are sick and you want them to get better. This is so inappropriate." She again snapped at him.
He stepped closer to her until he was at her left side.
"I want you to get better."
"I am as good as I always was, Noah. I don't need to get better."
"Yes, you do." Was his short answer.
She turned her head and looked straight at him. His eyes were full of compassion. He felt for her. He took her hand and squeezed it. It felt so familiar to the both of them that they both immediately relaxed.
"How are you doing, Quinnie?" he smiled.
She longed to see that smile for so long. She didn't want to ask but she needed to know.
"Where have you been, Noah?"
He sighed and looked at the floor.
"When I heard you were pregnant... I couldn't... Quinn, I knew you were his forever. I couldn't just..." He tried.
"What do you mean? His forever?"
"You know. You were having his baby. I would never get a shot with you again, I couldn't just sit here and watch."
"You're kidding me, right?" She glared.
"No, I—"
"It's not his, you know that!" Her voice raised.
"It's... It's not? It's?"
She just closed her eyes, the corners of her mouth hanging down.
"It's mine... You never told me." He said, anger in his voice.
"I never, NEVER, slept with him, you knew that! You were my first and my last, Noah! How could you be so stupid! You have no idea how I felt when I called your home and your mom told me you were off to Florida! How you do this to me, huh? I have been alone for 6 months, wondering where you could be! Why you ran." She freely cried now.
"I should have known, you're right." His eyes were filling with tears.
He sat on the side of her bed, pulling her in his arms but she pulled away.
"I want you to get out." She said coldly.
"What? Quinn, no—"
"OUT."
She lay back down on her side, missing her full stomach. He pouted, stood up and walked out.
The day after that he stood at her door, again. He knocked quietly and when there was no answer he knocked louder.
"Yes?" he heard her voice and tears sprung in his eyes. He bit his knuckle and pushed his forehead to the door. After breathing deeply for a few times, he opened the door and walked in. Quinn was sitting up, holding her knees as she watched the television. Her eyes turned from the television up to Noah and she grabbed the remote to turn the television off.
"Noah, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. I should've told you. I'm sorry." She rambled.
She grew quiet as he put his hand on her hand, that still kept her knees pressed up to her stomach.
"Why do you keep doing that?" He asks softly.
He tries to pull her arm away but she keeps it firmly in place.
"What do you mean?" She asks.
"Your legs. Put them down."
"Noah, leave me alone." She struggles to keep her body in place.
Noah didn't care anymore. He pulled with all his strength until her arms were above her head and he pushed her legs down. He probably bruised her arms and legs but now she was flat on her back on the bed.
"No, Noah. Let go. Noah! Leave me alone!" She raised her voice again and he let go.
Her body pulled together like it was before.
"Now, why does that happen, Quinn?"
"BECAUSE I FEEL EMPTY!" She screamed.
His heart broke. He now finally knew what happened to the little one they were supposed to have together. She gave her up and now Quinn was broken.
"Do you... Do you want me here?" He asked.
"No." She said.
He turned around and just before he reached the door he heard her again.
"Yes. Yes, I want you here. Please, don't leave me here." She said sobbing.