Quinn practiced breathing slowly in and out as Mrs. Evans drove to the hospital. Could she drive any slower?
Finally they reached the hospital. The first thing Sam did was find a wheelchair for Quinn, and then they began to roll up to the check in desk.
A bored looking teenager, who was probably volunteering for her community service hours because of the sour look on her face, Quinn practiced breathing slowly in and out as Mrs. Evans drove to the hospital. Could she drive any slower?
Finally they reached the hospital. The first thing Sam did was find a wheelchair for Quinn, and then they began to roll up to the check in desk.
A bored looking teenager, who was probably volunteering for her community service hours because of the sour look on her face, raised an eyebrow at Quinn as they approached, and flipping through the newest copy of Vogue.
"Can I help you?" she asked in a monotone voice.
"Yeah, uh, my son's girlfriend is having a baby," Mrs. Evans said.
"Alright, I'll get a nurse to assist you." She pushed a red dispatch button, and then spoke into the speaker. "Free nurse needed at check in desk, I repeat, free nurse needed at check in desk."
Within minutes, a young nurse showed up. She took control of Quinn's wheelchair and wheeled it to a free room. Several nurses helped Quinn to change out of her clothes into a bluish green dressing nightgown, letting down her hair, and then she got onto the bed.
Sam was sitting next to her side, a hand to his chin, just thinking. Quinn wanted to yell and scream at him, ordering him to help her deliver this baby, but she managed to control herself.
Quinn pushed and pushed. Finally she couldn't control herself, and just began to scream her head off.
"HELP MEEEEEEE!" She screamed at Sam. "My God, it hurts too much!" "Quinn, just, uh, push and remember to breathe. You need to keep oxygen pumping through your body."
"No duh!" Quinn yelled as a fresh contraction washed over her like a particularly large wave of pain.
"I can see the baby's head," the nurse said, gently applying pressure to Quinn's stomach. Finally, at long last, the baby pushed out.
They quickly cleaned him off, and then they brought him back into the room wrapped in a fuzzy blue hospital blanket. They handed him to Quinn.
"Are you mad at me?" Sam asked.
"What? No!" Quinn said. "I was just in pain. When I was in labor with Beth, I shouted at Puck and told him he sucked." "Nice," Sam said, laughing.
"Yeah," Quinn said. "Are you nervous?"
"A little," he admitted. "What about you?"
"Nervous and excited. I mean, last time I was a little nervous about giving birth, but this time I know I can't just give him away. I know it's my responsibility to become a loving, caring, responsible mother."
Quinn yawned.
"You should probably sleep," Sam told her. "Just watching you give birth tired me out."
"Okay." Quinn handed her little boy to Sam, and rolled over on her other side and fell asleep.
"Is she asleep?" A whispered voice asked.
"Well duh," another answered. "Her eyes are closed and she's breathing. You know, that's what happens when you're not awake but you're not dead either."
"Well, it's too bad that she had to miss the first few hours of her son's life. I know she didn't want to miss that."
Quinn rolled over, yawning and raising her arms over her head.
"Morning, sleepyhead," Sam said, smiling at her. "You're breakfast is here.
Quinn quickly gulped up the scrambled eggs and pancakes that she had been served. "You're going home from the hospital today," Sam told her. "The only thing left to do is name him. Now, I was looking in some baby name books and the name Brandon…"
"Brandon it is then," Quinn said with a grin on her face.