Chapter 7
Quinn woke up once again. She was wondering, actually just hoping that the last day had been a dream. But when she opened her eyes, she still saw the same hospital room, she saw the monitors next to her, and it the smell, god she hated the smell. She picked up the little remote and pushed in the button.
Not long after a nurse walked into the room.
"Yes?"
"I want to see my wife. Is she awake now?"
"Who's your wife?"
"Rachel Berry."
"Ohh." The nurse said. She knew who Rachel was, they had been talking about her, which they always did when they knew something horrible had happened to someone.
"Yes. She's awake. But she hasn't been in the mood for visitors."
"Doesn't matter." Quinn shook her head. "I want to see her, you don't understand.. I need to see her."
The nurse just nodded.
"Follow me, her room isn't that far away from here."
So Quinn did. She walked down the hall. It felt like forever, and she was nervous, she felt as is she was going to throw up.
When they got to the door, the nurse just pointed.
"She's in there."
Quinn knocked gently on the door and walked in. She saw Rachel in the bed, looking rather bruised up. She had scratches all over her face and you could just see she was in a bad shape.
Quinn didn't get too far into the room before she had to hold back tears. Just the look on her wife's face made her heart break even more.
"Rach." She just said.
Then she walked over to the bed, she didn't know whether to take Rachel's hand in hers or to just leave it be. She wanted to comfort her so bad, but had no idea what Rachel was feeling.
So she sat down and looked straight into those eyes. And suddenly she felt the pain, the pain Rachel was having, she could also feel.
And then she grabbed her hand.
"We lost her." Rachel said.
"I know." Quinn whispered. She couldn't even say it out loud.
"I don't know what to do." Rachel was crying. It wasn't hysterical crying, just tears dripping down from her face.
"And when I woke up and you weren't here, and I was just so scared, I didn't remember, but then I remembered anyway…."
And she would have kept on rambling if Quinn hadn't cut her off by putting her arms around Rachel's neck and pulling her in closer.
"Shhh… I'm so sorry, I'm here now okay?"
Rachel nodded her head.
"I'm not going anywhere, not ever! I love you so much."
She got into the bed with Rachel and just laid there beside her with her arms wrapped around her. She wished she had magic powers so that she could take the pain away, make Rachel forget what had happened. Or better yet, turn back time so that she hadn't taken her eyes of the road, cause truth be told she crashed the car, because they were having a stupid argument about something that didn't seem to mean anything right now. If she only could.
Santana had let Brittany sleep a little while longer this morning just because she felt that she needed it. When Brittany finally woke up, she got out of bed and walked downstairs to the kitchen, she could smell pancakes and was surprised to see Santana was making them. Santana hadn't noticed that Brittany had come downstairs. And jumped when she felt a pair of hands around her waist.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."
"It's okay, I was just in my own little world for a while."
She felt Brittany's kiss on her neck.
"Mmmm. That feels good."
"Yeah, well you made breakfast so I guess I could at least give you a kiss for it."
"Mmmm.. Well if it's going to be like this whenever I make breakfast I'll do it more often."
"Yes please." Brittany responded.
Santana turned around, looking into those beautiful eyes. She couldn't help but to steal another kiss from Brittany. One kiss turned into two and suddenly they were making out in the kitchen.
"As much as I hate being the one who stops this, but I have something to tell you."
Brittany didn't stop the kisses she kept on kissing Santana down the neck, pulling her shirt a side and tried to kiss her shoulders. Santana had a hard time concentrating.
"I got a call from the hospital today."
And Brittany stopped the kisses.
"What?"
"Quinn called."
"Well what did she say?"
"Rachel is awake."
"How is she doing?"
"She's bruised up. But is physically okay."
"That's not what I meant San." Brittany stated.
"I know. But I didn't ask. Didn't seem like she wanted to talk about it so I figured I wouldn't ask either."
"Okay."
"Quinn is being discharged today. They wanted to keep an eye on Rachel for a couple of more days at least."
"Makes sense I guess."
Santana walked over to the counter.
"Did you want some pancakes?" She asked Brittany.
Brittany just nodded and sat down by the table. And then she realized that Oliver wasn't with them.
"Where's Oliver?"
Santana laughed a little.
"Relax. He's sleeping. It's noon, you know he takes his nap now."
"I'm sorry."
"For what babe?"
"For leaving him with you today, for sleeping in ."
Santana just walked over to Brittany.
"Please. Like I don't enjoy spending time with my son. And besides you needed to sleep a little longer today, think of it this way, one day I'll need to sleep a little longer and then you can feed him, give him a bath and cuddle with him until he falls a sleep again."
She was smiling.
"Orrrrr." Brittany said in a playful voice. She walked up to Santana and kissed her.
"I could do this."
And then she kissed Santana again. Santana smiled into the kiss. "You could do that too."
Brittany started to kiss down her neck again and Santana could feel that her body had missed this.
"And I could do this." Brittany put her hands under Santana's shirt and made her way up towards her breasts.
"Mhm" Was all Santana could say.
Brittany squeezed her breasts and kissed her deeply. Santana let out a moan.
"Yeah I could defiantly get used to this." She said.
Brittany retreated her hands.
"Hey! Why did you do that?" Santana asked.
Brittany just giggled.
"So I could do this, stupid." And she pulled Santana's shirt off.
Santana smiled. Then she started to push Brittany towards the sofa. It didn't take long before Brittany felt something at her legs, she couldn't keep her balance and fell over the sofa with Santana on top of her. Both girls laughing. And then they started to kiss passionately again.
Santana who wasn't going to take this slow, had already ripped her wife's shirt off. Santana kept kissing Brittany from her mouth, to her neck, to her collar bone. And her hand was about to reach that special spot that needed attention at the moment, when they heard crying.
Santana sighted out loud. "You have got to be fucking kidding me. Not even 10 days old and he's already breaking my rules."
Brittany was about to get up but was quickly stopped.
"Just let him cry, maybe It will pass." Santana said.
Brittany laughed. "San. It won't pass." And then she was almost already on the stairs.
"Besides, just think about it. How much hotter it is going to be later on tonight." Brittany have her a wink. And then she headed upstairs.
"BRITT! I can't wait that long." She shouted after her.
She sighted out loud again, and took a big breath. "This is going to be a long day." She grabbed her shirt and put it on again.
At the hospital Quinn had to deal with some paperwork when the doctor came over to talk to her.
"You all set with those?"
"Almost." She answered back.
"Look. I wanted to talk to you about getting some help."
"What do you mean?"
"Well. Not just for you but for your wife as well. What you both have been thru these last couple of days, it's not easy for a person to get over a loss of a child. And it might be hard to deal with it alone, so I thought that seeking professional help wouldn't be a bad idea."
She just nodded.
"The hospital will provide for both of you to talk to a therapist, separate or together, whatever you want to do."
He stopped talking to see if he could get a response from Quinn.
"I'll talk to her, but honestly, I don't know how open she is about talking to someone about this. I've been with her all day and she's barely said a word."
The doctor pulled out a card.
"Okay, but anyway here is my card. Call that number at any time and I'll set it up. Don't be afraid to call. Both of you are probably feeling guilt as well as many others feelings, talking to someone….."
"Guilt?" Quinn spat out.
"Yeah well I mean. a lot of people blame themselves and…"
"Ohh so now it's my fault, all that happened." Quinn was angry.
"That's not what I meant." The doctor said firmly.
"You know what, you and your stupid help can go and shove it." Quinn was mad, she was furious. The fact that he had the nerves to even think about blaming her for this.
She walked over to Rachel's room, but couldn't go inside. She saw her beautiful wife, and started tearing up, cause honestly, why wouldn't the doctor blame her, she blamed herself.
If she had just kept her eyes at the road, instead of looking at Rachel none of this would have happened. The baby would be fine, Rachel would be fine. She hadn't even noticed but by now she was sitting on the floor with her hands cowering her face, with her back towards the wall. It was all of a sudden hard to get up. It felt as if her feet, her legs wouldn't work. Her guilt was holding her down.
So, it's late, and yet again I'm super tired right now so I'm going to call it a night. I'll update soon, I promise. And I'll make the chapters longer. But until then, please review :D
