Author's Note:

Kind of a filler chapter again. I need to set the mood for Quinn and Rachel for the things I plan on doing later in the story.

I encourage you to stick with me however!

I put a little bit of angst in this chapter..


Chapter 11

One week later.

Get someone to bring you to the hospital please!-Quinn

I frowned, looking at the text. Why would she want me there? I'm sure she's busy working..

Why? I sent back. Almost immediately she replied.

I learned Camie loves musicals! Her favorite being The Lion King..Please come :( I know she'd love it if she met someone who actually worked on Broadway!-Quinn

My stomach dropped at the text. I knew it wasn't my place to tell her, but she was getting so attached to that little girl. I just don't want Quinn to get hurt seeing as the little girl is deathly ill. However, it's admirable that she gets so involved with her patients. I sighed and answered her,

Alright Blondie I'll ask if Santana or B can give me a ride, she should fully prepare herself to meet The Rachel Berry!

I'm sure she doesn't even know who you are, Rach. She's seven. But thank you so much!xoxo -Quinn

I rolled my eyes at her text. Everyone should know who I am regardless of age. I looked over at the clock and it was 1 PM. I guess I should be able to get there in half an hour, now I wonder who can take me.. I should probably ask B first seeing as she loves kids. I can't imagine how Santana would be able to control her language or temper around an ill child.

Hey B! If you aren't busy could you give me a ride to the hospital? Quinn wants me to meet this little girl who is one of her patients.

Sure Rachel! I'll pick you up in a few. Sanny is working so I'm really really bored and would love to go to the hospital with you- Britt


I half listened as Brittany rambled on about Ducks or some shit. We were on our way to the hospital and Brittany was excited about meeting this little girl since she loves children. I feel like I need to warn her about the child's current state of health though. Brittany is sensitive to say the least and I don't want her to be upset.

"Hey Britt," I cut off her rambling. "This little girl we are going to go see, she's really sick."

"Oh like with the flu? I had that once, it was so gross. I puked everywhere." she said innocently. I laughed at her statement.

"No B, much worse than the flu. Something is wrong with her kidneys and she has to stay at the hospital. That's why Quinn is her doctor. I just wanted to let you know so you won't be sad when you see her."

"Oh don't worry Rachel. I'll be extra happy so maybe she will be extra happy too and get better." Brittany smiled childishly. I had to chuckle at her naivety. There should be more people like Brittany.

"Have you and Q had sex yet?" Brittany asked out of nowhere. What a sudden change of subject..

I gawked at her and blushed. Damn her and her bluntness. "Um..no Brittany, we haven't.." It's only been a few weeks since we've been together. And also I have this hideous unattractive cast weighing me down. Only three more weeks, I keep telling myself.

"Well why haven't you guys then? Don't you two love each other?" Brittany pouted.

Love? I don't know if I'm ready for love yet. After Karen and everything.. All I know is is that Quinn makes me happy and I hope I make her happy as well.

"We just aren't ready yet, Britt." I replied. The girl seemed to drop the subject and we drove in silence.

We pulled into the hospital parking lot and I slid on some sunglasses. I wasn't near as ridiculously clothed as I was on Quinn and I's first date, but I had to take some precautions. I wasn't in the mood for some damn paparazzi.

We strode into the hospital and I walked up to the lady at the desk, sunglasses still on.

"Hi, can you get me Doctor Quinn Fabray?" I asked sweetly.

"Yeah sure, I'll page her down here. However, she could be busy." the woman answered politely.

I simply nodded and Britt and I took a seat on one of the couches in the waiting area. A few minutes later a smiling Quinn, dressed clad in her scrubs and lab-coat, came to meet us.

"Hey guys!" she greeted us excitedly before leaning down for a kiss. Is she crazy? I turned my head which resulted in her planting her lips on my cheek. "Not here!" I hissed into her ear, wiping my cheek off.

She giggled. "Oops."

Oops? I rolled my eyes as she told us to follow her. I observed Quinn as she was explaining to us Camie's various likes and dislikes and her state of health right now. She was apparently stable today and was very happy. I tried to keep my face from betraying the fact that I was concerned for Quinn's well being. I don't want this little girl to die and Quinn be heartbroken..

My thoughts were interrupted as we arrived at a small hospital room similar to mine, only there were a whole bunch of beeping machines everywhere."Camie, these are my very good friends, Rachel and Brittany." Quinn introduced us excitedly.

I brought my attention to Camie, who was laying in bed with her head propped up so she could engage in conversation properly. My heart nearly fell to pieces at the sight of this sweet little girl. She was smiling, but you could tell this girl was very, very ill. Her face was gaunt and the sockets of her eyes were darkened. Her thin blonde hair fell lifelessly around her shoulders. Her skin was also deathly pale. I chewed on the inside of my cheek. Be strong, Berry. I looked over at Brittany and she was smiling but you would see in her eyes how she felt looking at the little girl.

"Do you know where my friend Rachel works?" Quinn asked, dragging me out of my thoughts. I smiled at Camie and took off my sunglasses. Camie shook her head and look at me curiously.

"Well," Quinn tapped her chin thoughtfully. I laughed, she's great with children. "If I remember right, Rachel here works in a musical, on Broadway." I sneaked a peek at the little girl and she beamed.

"Wow really!" she asked excitedly. I grinned and sat next to her on the edge of her bed.

"Yes really! I hear you like The Lion King. I absolutely love that musical too! I've seen it quiet a few times, actually." I exaggerated my tone of voice.

"Really?" her eyes grew wide. "I've only seen it once with my Daddy. It was the best ever! Who is your favorite? Mine is Pumbaa!" she said joyfully.

"I have to say that I like Simba the best." I answered her. I turned to Brittany and Quinn. "What about you guys? Who is your favorite?" I asked playfully.

Brittany immediately answered, "Zazu!" and Quinn shook her head and laughed, "My favorite is Scar."

This caused everyone in the room to frown. Nice choice, Quinn.

"Doctor Quinn!" Camie whined. "He's the bad guy!"

"Yeah Q. He killed Mufasa! It was so sad.." Brittany added.

Quinn huffed and pouted. "I think he's funny!"

"I think you just like him 'cause it reminds you of Rachel's sexy scar, Q." Brittany stated innocently.

I flushed red and Quinn face palmed. "That is not the reason!" she shouted.

"Sexy? What's that?" Camie asked rather loudly.

"Nothing!" I blurted out. God Brittany is so blunt.

"How did you even get that scar and cast, Miss Rachel? And can I sign it? My friend broke her leg once and my whole class signed her cast at school. It was so pretty!"

I smiled warmly at the girl, thankful for the sudden change of the subject. No wonder Quinn was so fond of her.

"Of course you can sign it." I looked at Quinn signaling her to get a marker. "And to answer your question, I was in a little car accident. That's why I have this ugly scar and big cast."

"Oh." She nodded knowingly.

Quinn walked over to us and handed Camie the marker and the girl immediately began drawing all over my cast. I giggled. She's so sweet.

I heard a knock on the door and a man walked in. "Hey baby!" he called out a walked over to Camie and kissed her forehead.

"Hi daddy," she said, uninterested in him and more in my arm.

I looked at him as he walked over to Quinn. "Hi Dr. Fabray, how has she been doing today?"

My girlfriend laughed and said, "It's Quinn, Mr. Daniels. And she's having one of her better days, actually, but.." her voice became low and I couldn't hear the rest of what they were saying but their faces became somber, so I knew it couldn't have been good news. Mr. Daniels nodded sadly and walked over to his little girl.

"Hey darling. You need to say goodbye now, we have to get your medicine done." He looked into my eyes and I nodded at him. Camie finished with my arm and handed the marker to her dad.

"Thank you for coming Miss Rachel. Maybe I can see you on Boardway one day!" she said happily. I laughed. She must mean Broadway of course.

"I'll be sure to get you tickets then." I told her, knowing fully well that she might not be able to see me perform one day.

We all said our goodbyes as Quinn told Mr. Daniels she'd be back momentarily to take care of Camie. Quinn was escorting us down the hallways to leave when Brittany announced she had to go to the bathroom, and would meet me at the car.

I told her to go ahead and turned my attention to Quinn. "Well that was nice. I had a really good—Quinn!" I shouted, surprised, as she roughly pulled me into some sort of room and locked the door.

She then pushed me against the wall and attacked my lips with hers, eliciting a breathy moan from me. My cast hit the wall and made a loud band, causing me to jump. Fucking nuisance.

"What's gotten into you, baby?" I gasped as she sucked at the skin below the curve of my jawline.

"You have," she whispered, shoving her thigh between my legs. I rocked my hips against her leg, shamelessly evoking pleasure in all the right places. "You're just so attractive.." she continued, sucking on my neck. God, she's probably going to give me a hickey. So worth it though.

"I just couldn't help myself." she finished and captured my lips in hers again. She sweetly sucked on my tongue before sliding her hands under my shirt and onto my bra covered breasts.

Oh god.

"You sure do know what you're—fuck- doing, Quinn." I moaned as she massaged my boobs. I continued gyrating my hips down on her leg again. Oh man how I want to take her right now. "I've done my research.." she whispered hotly into my ear. Really now?

I suddenly heard a little beeping noise and Quinn cursed, stopping her movements much to my annoyance.

"Right now?" she groaned. "Of all times!" Quinn looked at her pager and grumbled. She backed away from me and gave me a once over.

"You should clean yourself up, Rachel." she smirked. Oh ha ha.

I glared at her playfully. "You think you're so funny, don't you. Well fuck you."

She laughed heartily and winked at me. "You know you want to."

Damn... she was right.

She gave me one last kiss and left the room, claiming there was an emergency that she needed to get to. I licked my lips and smiled as I could still taste her. She was almost too much. I looked down at my disheveled shirt and I straightened it out and then I smoothed down my hair before making my way out of the hospital and to Brittany's car.

"There you are!" Brittany frowned. "Where were you? I thought the aliens that took me away had came back and got you this time."

I deadpanned at her statement. What?

She narrowed her eyes and looked at my neck. "Is that a hickey?"

I brought my hand to my neck and covered it. "No." I lied.


"Thank you for coming to the hospital today, Rachel. It was really sweet of you. She was talking about you for the rest of the day." Quinn looked up from her book and at me, grabbing my hand.

I swallowed thickly. "It was no problem, Quinn. She's a very charming little girl." Here we go.

She stared off at some corner of the room, smiling fondly. "Yeah she is." Quinn's face fell. "I'm worried about her though. She seems to be getting worse." she whispered quietly.

I bit my lip. Time to talk.

"Um, that reminds me Quinn.." I started, not sure how to form the words. "I think maybe that you are getting to close to Camie." I focused on Quinn's shirt, not wanting to look at her face.

The mood in the room then became tense and Quinn drew her hand back from mine. "Don't." she said harshly. I looked into too her eyes, which were flashing with anger. Taken aback by her sudden change in mood, I sat there for a few seconds not saying anything.

I chewed on the inside of my cheek, wanting to continue. "But Quinn, you said so yourself that Doctors can't get attached to their patients-"

"Rachel, don't." Quinn repeated interrupting me. I watched her hands as they clenched together roughly.

I have to get this out there. "Quinn I'm just worried about you. If Camie doesn't make it.."

"Shut up, Rachel!" Quinn got up violently and started pacing the room before training her eyes on me.

I flinched under her gaze. "How dare you! You can't just sit there and talk about her death like that! That's not fair to her! She deserves to be believed in!" Quinn yelled, breathing heavily. "She can fight this!"

I bit my lip, hard. Way to go, me.

"And how do you go on saying she is going to die! I'm the doctor! I deal with death every fucking day. I know when someone is going to die!" She gestured around wildly.

Now that's not fair.

"I'm just concerned for you, Quinn! I don't want to see you get hurt. And I said if she doesn't make it. So you're right. I'm not the doctor, you are. You know better than I do, which is why you shouldn't be so fucking upset with me for bringing this up!" I spat out angrily.

I looked back at Quinn, fully expecting her to lash out again, but instead she let out a broken sob.

Fuck.

"Dammit. I'm sorry, Quinn. I didn't mean.." I trailed off, keeping my eyes on Quinn as she folded her arms around herself. Tears were rolling down her face.

"Come here, baby." I said softly, patting the space on the bed next to me. I'm a terrible girlfriend. What the hell is wrong with me? I didn't mean to make her fucking cry.

She acquiesced and sat down next to me, but not before throwing her arms around my neck, sobbing freely. I never really understood how Santana was always so upset when Brittany was hurt, but now I do. It hurts when someone you care about is upset.

"I'm sorry I brought it up, Quinn. I don't know what I'm talking about." I said quietly, hoping to stop her crying somehow.

Quinn pulled back and looked at me through watery eyes. It's amazing how good she looks even when she's letting loose the waterworks.

She shook her head at me. "But you do know what you're talking about, Rachel. I've been trying to convince myself that she's going to be okay but..The medical evidence suggests otherwise.." she laid her head down on the crook of my neck and resumed crying. Completely at a loss, I whispered words of comfort to her, doing my best to try and console her.

She sighed shakily. "I..I shouldn't be so upset but it's only reminding me of Peter.." I felt tears drop on my chest and I tightened my hold on her.

"Who's Peter?" I asked gently.

She sniffled. "When I first started my internship, he was one of my patients. He was such a lovely little boy. He had..cancer but despite that he was always so joyful and happy. I quickly became close to him even though I wasn't suppose too." she traced the letters on my shirt numbly. "He ended up dying."

So that's why she was so upset when I brought Camie up. I suddenly felt like the world's biggest ass and ran my hand on her shoulder back and forth.

"I'm so sorry, Quinn."

She merely whimpered and held on to me tighter, as If somehow I could make it better. I really wish I could.

We sat there like that for however long. I was content to hold her, seeing as how she was hurting badly. I felt my eyes tear up. Fuck that shit, I'm not going to cry. Quinn's the one who has the hard job of being a doctor.

I deal with death every fucking day!

Her words echoed in my mind, darkly. I swallowed thickly and looked over at the clock. It was almost midnight. I sighed and looked down at Quinn, who was snoring softly, her cheeks tear-stained. I reached over to turn off the lamp, doing my best not to disturb Quinn, and settled back down in bed careful not to let my cast cause her any discomfort.

I stroked her hair and thought about today. That sweet little girl who is probably going to die, and Quinn, who will be heartbroken all over again.

Damn.


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