Chapter 11 already, whoa. I apologise for not updating sooner than what I said in the previous chapter. Yeah... sorry!
"Rachel? Doesn't uh, ring bells." Clay slurred.
"Chase!" Rachel exclaimed, as Chase took Clay's third empty glass.
"Rachel? Since when did you return to Tree Hill?" A startled Chase replied as he grabbed glasses from the counter. "Clay's married Rachel. Don't do anything...Rachel like."
The girl scowled. "Please. This guy, isn't who I came back f-"
"Can I get another?" Interrupted Clay who was getting annoyed looks from Rachel.
"Sorry, bro. I'm cutting you off. Sit here, sober up." Chase said.
"My wife, is in a hospital, she was going have baby. A baby. Which she lost. Do you know,you...know, how crappy it is to find out your wife was pregnant, not from her but from her friend. She wasn't even talking to me about it, she talking to Julian. I overheard, my friend tell her husband.. my wife was carrying my child. I don't need to 'sober up'. Now get...get me another." Clay slurred, angrily. Chase gave him a weak smile as he poured him another drink,which Clay took with a sad expression plastered on his face.
"So, Chase. Where's Mouth these days? Still seeing that coke head?" Rachel blurted out, taking the cherry out of her cocktail.
"Uh, it's Millie, 'ex-coke head', she and Mouth are married Rachel. You came back for Mouth?" Chase asked, wiping the marble countertops.
The girl played with her long red hair, hesitated and turned to Clay. "Your wife's in hospital, lost your baby...and you're drinking in a bar?"
Clay nodded, chugging another glass of whisky.
"Can I give you some advice, Clay? Go to that hospital. Be with your wife, because...if you're not there for her now...you could lose this girl and...losing the person you love you isn't a great feeling. Learn from me, I lost the guy I truly loved to a trampy coke head."
Clay stared at the counter as he put his glass down.
Rachel gently squeezed Clay's arm and gave him a warm smile. "Drinking isn't always the solution. Remember that, okay?"
"I...have to see her." Clay said, still staring at the counter.
"Clay you gotta sober up first." Chase reminded him.
"I'm...going to...head to the bathroom." Clay said as he stumbled up from his seat.
"Rachel...that was...uh...different. I've never seen you..be nice..."
"Well. There's a first for everything right?"
"That was cool, Rachel. You really love Mouth don't you?"
Tears began to fall on Rachel's cheek as she nodded. "Now, I lost him forever."
Chase moved from behind the bar to the seat next to Rachel, he rested her head on his shoulder as the tears became heavy.
Meanwhile, Brooke and Haley entered in the hospital.
"Man, Clay is an ass." Haley said angrily, shoving the car keys in her shoulder bag.
"Calm down, Haley. We need to help Quinn." They made it to room 23 where Quinn was laying in the bed. A doctor emerged from her room to the surprise of Brooke and Haley.
"Doctor." Haley looked at her coat where her name tag was attached, "Landsman, is my sister okay?"
"We had to sedate her shortly after she woke up."
"Wh...why?" Brooke asked peering into Quinn's room.
"When she woke up, she asked where her family was, she was screaming about loneliness. She started to pull the wires attached to her, attempting to remove them. The nurses tried to restrain her but she was acting violent, so we had to sedate her. For her safety and for the people around her. She should be awake in a few hours, from there a psychiatrist will speak to her." She said as both Haley and Brooke gave her a weak smile.
"Can, we see her?" Brooke asked. The doctor gave her a gentle nod.
They entered the room to the sounds of soft beeps coming from the machines attached to the sleeping Quinn. Brooke sat down, putting her head in her hands as Haley stood by Quinn.
"Haley. This isn't good. A psychiatrist?"
Haley pulled out a tin of lip balm and began to apply it on Quinn's dry lips. "Brooke, she'll be fine."
"She's sedated, Haley. That isn't fine. She was violent towards the nurses. She's not fine." Brooke said angrily, but quietly. "What if something happens with the psychiatrist?"
"Brooke. We shouldn't talk about this. Whatever they'll say, we'll help her but we're not doctors nor psychiatrists. You have to leave it to them. We have to support Quinn. Whatever happens."
Brooke nodded as she stood up. She held Haley's hand along with Quinn's. "Anything can happen, right?"
"Rachel you need to find someone else...that's not married." Clay said smiling. A few hours had passed, in those hours he began to warm to Rachel.
"Maybe." She said giving a smile to Chase.
"Okay, I better go see my wife... Can you guys uh, come with me, for moral support? I don't want to get slapped by Haley and Brooke again..."
"Ooh. Haley slaps are rough." Rachel said, reminiscing the time where a pregnant Haley had slapped her. "Anyway. I'm in."
"Yeah, I'll join." Chase said, he turned to the two other bartenders behind the counter. "Hey, can you handle the rest of the night?" They both nodded and Chase, Rachel and Clay made the way out.
Quinn lay still in the uncomfortable hospital bed. A nurse, standing by the door, watched her every move. It had been an hour since the tall girl arose from her sedation. She felt, numb, alone...weak. A small child's voice had interrupted Quinn's thoughts.
"Momma?"
A/N: Cliffhangers are fun aren't they? So I decided to have Rachel be that, 'supportive friend' instead of the bitch she is in the show. Hahaha. So I'm thinking...one more chapter then... 'Story of Clinn' is no more. Thank you for reading/following/favouriting/reviewing all that jazz in advance.