I apologize for any and all grammatical errors.
When Quinn finally comes to, her sight is swimming with black spots, like maybe she hit her head. There's slight pressure on her forehead, she sighs at the touch, it's nice and cool.
"Oh good, you're awake. Rachel!" It's Marley who's at Quinn's bedside, a damp towel dabbing at Quinn's forehead.
Quinn can hear a slight commotion outside of the dark area she is in now.
Where is she? From the feel of it, she's on some type of padding, like a mattress maybe? It feels heavenly. The damp towel is removed and there's a slight shift to.. the bed? Or whatever she is lying on.
Quinn finally opens her eye and takes in her surroundings. Is she- is this a jail cell? She tries to sit up, hoping to get her bearings, but instead her head pounds and the room starts spinning.
The blonde groans, sitting back down, settling into the mattress. There's another shift on the bed and the damp towel is once again placed against her cheek.
"How you feeling?" Quinn smiles, recognizing the voice, she doesn't open her eyes because the room may just start spinning again.
Instead of a response, Quinn groans. She tilts her head into the cool towel, sighing contentedly.
There's more commotion just outside the cell again.
"I SAID GET BACK!" It's Daryl's voice that bellows, echoing throughout the prison. Quinn sits up slowly. Her eyes adjusting to the darkness. Rachel's hand still holds the towel to Quinn's face, but she's now looking over her shoulder to where several voices are arguing.
"What's going on?" Quinn mumbles, wiping at her face.
"You passed out." Rachel explains, turning her attention back to Quinn. Quinn almost rolls her eyes at her girlfriend, but she knows she'll just get a stern look.
"I swear I can help." A voice Quinn does not recognize pipes in. This gets Quinn to sit up completely.
"Stay here." Rachel instructs Quinn, but doesn't stick around to find out if Quinn listens. Which of course she doesn't. The blonde watches her girlfriend exit the cell before she pulls herself up onto her wobbly legs.
She's careful as she steps out into the dim light of the cell block.
Quinn steps out to find two unfamiliar faces. Daryl is pointing his crossbow at them, Puck also has his arm outstretched, gun out.
For some strange reason, Finn is standing between them, acting as some sort of protector to the new comers. Finn has arms up, trying to get his friends to lower their guns. Rachel also has her gun up, pointing it at the new comers.
Both of the unfamiliar faces are men. One of them is in civilian clothes while the other looks to be wearing the standard issued orange jumpsuit of an inmate. It's the man in the jumpsuit who holds his hands up in surrender, looking terrified. The civilian however, who stands on his toes trying to get a better look at something.
"I can help." The man in civilian clothes tells them, he looks like he may take a step forward.
"Take one step and the only person who will need help is you." Rachel warns menacingly.
Quinn really takes in the cell block at this point. The sun seems to be either rising, or setting, she isn't quite sure. To her left is a door, probably leading down another hallway that is yet to be explored. And in front of it are 3 bodies of walkers that have been put down.
The scene playing out in front of her consist of the new comers, Finn serving as their protectors, and Rachel, Puck, and Daryl aiming their weapons at them. Quinn sees no one else, though she was positive Marley had been in this general vicinity when she awoke.
"Finn, get out of the way!" Puck barks out the order. Rachel's partner steps forward, nearly slipping in a large puddle of blood.
It's the sight of the puddle that makes everything clear for her. Sam was bitten. She cut off his leg.
"Wait wait!" Finn waves his arms around frantically. "He's a Doctor." This doesn't seem like it makes a difference to his fellow companions, but to Quinn it means everything. He can help Sam. If he's still alive.
"Where's Sam?" Quinn asks, making her presence known. All eyes turn to her, but no one moves. Weapons are still raised.
"Quinn, you shouldn't be up." Rachel tells Quinn. The diva's tone of voice completely different to the one she had just used.
"Where's Sam?" Quinn repeats the question, walking out to stand in between the group, next to Finn, in no man's land.
"Over here." Maggie steps out of a cell, her hands covered in blood. She waves Quinn over, but Quinn does not move. She isn't sure what to do.
"You say you're a doctor?" Quinn asks, turning her back to her friends and looking at the new people. The man in civilian clothes nods.
"I was the doctor here at the prison." The man explains calmly, still trying to get a peak at the cell Maggie had just stepped out of. "Me and Billy are the only ones left, I think." Quinn glances over at the inmate, he looks harmless enough, but looks can be deceiving.
"What's your name?" Quinn asks, ignoring her friends that are cursing at her just behind her. ("Dammit Q, move." "Blondie, you better get the fuck outa the way.".
"Doctor Jeffrey McNulty. Jeff is fine. Look we gave you guys food, you can trust us." Quinn glances back at her family, but none of them have lowered their guns. They have food now?
"Quinn we can't just let him walk in there." Rachel tries to argue, but the blonde ignores her girlfriend.
"How many walkers have you killed?" Quinn asks, looking right at the doctor. The man looks confused by the question.
"Walkers?" He asks, not familiar with the term.
"Zombies." Quinn points over at the door where the pile of dead geeks lie.
"Oh, uh. I guess I lost count." The man admits honestly, though he looks nervous at admitting this information.
"How many people have you killed?" Quinn asks, she feels Rachel fall into step next to her. Finn still stands between Daryl and Puck and the newbies.
"One." The man replies, his voice slightly hoarse. His features darken at the admission.
"Why?" Rachel supplies the final question. She's not exactly happy that Quinn is using her questions, but she trusts her girlfriends judgement, and these answers so far...are ok.
"Because he asked me to." Jeff looks down at the ground, guilt baring down on the man's shoulders.
Rachel holsters her gun and sighs.
"Watch him." She advises Puck and Daryl, nodding over at the inmate.
"Rach, what are you thinking?" Puck asks his partner. He and Rachel have had bad history with trusting new people.
"He's a doctor Noah. Think about Sam. Maggie." Rachel tells the man, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. His eyes soften at the mention of Maggie. He nods once and allows Rachel.
"Don't try anything funny." Quinn warns the doctor, beckoning him over. He doesn't need any more invitation than that. He walks right past Rachel and Quinn and goes into the cell.
"Quinn is not prepared for the sight she encounters. It seems everyone in the room has blood on them. And by the looks of it, it's all Sam's. Brittany is at Sam's side, who lays unconscious on a bunk. She clutches onto his hand tightly. Santana is right behind her girlfriend, just hovering over her, looking concerned. Kurt is at the foot of the bed, holding what looks like bed sheets to the bloody stump. Marley is at his side, offering help. Maggie hovers by the door, just taking in the whole scene. It is Blaine who is oddly missing.
"Everybody move back. Except for you." Jeff instructs the room, adding the last part to Kurt. Santana reacts so quickly Quinn barely catches sight of her reaching for her gun and aiming it at the man.
"Who the fuck are you?" Santana asks the man, her eyes turn to look at Quinn and Rachel in question.
"He's a doctor." Quinn explains, but this isn't enough for Santana, so she looks at Rachel.
"It's fine." Rachel nods. It's not until the Diva gives her ok does Santana lower the gun.
"This room needs to be less crowded." Jeff tells them, though his tone isn't as authoritative as it was when he stepped in.
"Let's give him some space." Rachel agrees, ushering everyone out. Marley and Maggie nod, leaving the cell. Kurt does as he's told and doesn't move until Jeff gives him the go ahead. Then he also exits.
Brittany and Santana however, don't move.
"I'm not leaving." Brittany speaks up, not tearing her eyes away from Sam. His chest slowly rises with each labored breath. No one makes note of it, they know they won't be able to get the girls out.
Quinn looks down at what she has caused. Sam may die, suffering through the pain of losing a limb. For what? Because Quinn reacted on instinct?
"How long since his leg has been removed?" Jeff asks, keeping pressure on the leg. He waves Santana over, making her useful by having her hold the sheet to Sam's leg. Her hands are already covered in blood. She doesn't hesitate to jump in and help.
"2 hours." Brittany supplies the answer, allowing the doctor to move her to take Sam's vitals. He checks his pupils for a response, then counts the beats of his heart while timing it on his watch.
"Let's get that leg elevated." Jeff tells the girls. Quinn pulls a pillow from the top bunk and helps Santana prop up what's left of Sam's leg.
"He's going to need blood. Antibiotics. Gauze. We have all of that in the infirmary. I can take you there-" Before the Jeff can continue, Blaine walks in with a black duffel bag slung over his arm.
"Who are you?" Blaine asks, though it is without malice.
"Doctor." Santana answers for the man. Blaine shrugs. If the man has gotten this far and all the girls seem to trust him with Sam's life, then he must be ok.
"I got all of this. There's more." Blaine drops the bag next to the bunk, it's full of gauze and antibiotics. Bandages as well.
"I grabbed everything you might need to help Sam." Blaine explains. Jeff's eyes light up as he rummages through the bag. He begins to pull out items hastily, placing them on the bed next to Sam.
"Quinn, glad you're up. Can I talk to you for a sec?" Blaine waves his partner out of the cell. "You too Rachel." He adds. Rachel contemplates for a moment.
"You got this?" The Diva asks, looking over at Santana. The girl looks up from her work on Sam's leg long enough to nod and shoo them out.
Instead of having to watch over the inmate, it seems Daryl and Puck have locked the man in a cell. Finn is talking to him now. Maggie and Puck are having a hushed conversation on the stairs leading to the second floor of the cell block. Marley and Kurt are walking in and out of the cell block to the locked rest-area between the cell block and the hallway. It had probably once served as an inside lounge area for inmates.
"How are you feeling?" Blaine asks Quinn as soon as they have stepped out. Before Quinn can answer though, he gives her a stern look. "Be honest. I know you've been skipping meals. Thats why you passed out. That and..." Blaine trials off, glancing over at the cell where Sam lays, unconscious.
"You've been skipping meals?" Rachel asks, taking her girlfriends hand.
"We didn't have enough food." Quinn answers. "And I'm fine."
Both Blaine and Rachel look skeptical.
"I am." Quinn argues.
"Fine. Ok. So I went out to look for the infirmary and I ran into a woman wearing civilian clothing." Blaine tells them. Quinn takes longer than Rachel to understand what Blaine is trying to say because she is too busy thinking about one thing:
"You went alone?" Quinn shoves him slightly. This is not what she wants to hear. She's out for 2 hours and people start pulling out guns and going on suicide missions.
"Sam needed it." Is Blaine's only defense. Luck for him, it's a good argument.
"There's a breach in the Prison." Rachel speaks up, ignoring Quinn's fussing. Was it stupid for Blaine to go alone? Yes. He's back and he's alive, no point in arguing about it now.
"What?" Quinn looks at her girlfriend dumbly. She connects the dots a moment later. "Oh shit."
"I secured our little area for now, but if we want to go any further we'll have to go find the breach in the walls and fix it." Blaine let's them know. Rachel looks at the boy, impressed with what he accomplished on his own.
"Good job." Rachel praises. Blaine laughs and rolls his eyes.
"Don't look so surprised Rachel, I might find it offensive." He tells them before walking off to find Kurt.
It's another hour before Santana, Brittany, and Jeff (mostly Jeff) are able to stabilize Sam. They have him all bandaged up, pumped full of antibiotics, and placed him on a cleaner mattress. Brittany and Santana refuse to leave his side.
The rest of the group, sans the inmate Billy, sit in the rest area on the picnic style tables. Turns out while Quinn was out they found where they kept the food. And brought it all to their locations (This is also where the found Billy and Jeff). Kurt and Marley cleaned up enough to make a late dinner for everyone while Daryl and Finn organized the food.
"I spent all my life making sure I never ended up in a place like this." Daryl notes as they all dig into their chili (or at least something like it). Brittany and Santana have been taken their own plate. Along with the inmate.
Puck pats the man sympathetically on the back.
"Me too." He jokes. "Now I couldn't feel safer." The group chuckles softly, though everyone is feeling somber about the days events. They are all just hoping to see Sam pull through.
"Quinn and I are going to do one last security check." Rachel announces once she and her girlfriend are done with their share of dinner. Quinn looks slightly surprised at the information, but gathers her belongings regardless.
None of the men even bother trying to tag along. Rachel and Quinn can take care of themselves.
"Kurt, can we talk to you for a sec?" Rachel waves the boy over, returning back to their cell block. The boy nods, placing a soft kiss to Blaine's cheek before standing from the table.
"What's up?" He asks, glancing over at the cell Sam is in. It's dark outside, so there isn't much light, but they have enough to see each other.
"Santana is your person." Rachel says. It's not a question, it's a simple statement. Kurt nods. "So you'll do anything for her, right?"
Kurt looks confused by the question. He'll do anything for everyone in his group.
"Of course." He answers instead of questioning Rachel. Rachel nods, reaching into her back pocket and pulling out handcuffs.
"Sam may not make it or he might turn, we don't know if what Quinn did helped. And we all know Brittany will not be able to take him down and Santana can't. Brittany would never forgive her. So you're going to have to, if the time comes."
Kurt looks down at the handcuffs. He nods, accepting his orders. He knows Rachel is right. If Sam doesn't make it through the night, Santana would never be able to live through the guilt of taking him down.
"Handcuff him to the bunk. We don't need anymore accidents." Rachel tells him. "Can I trust you with this? To not leave his side?" Kurt looks back up at Rachel.
"I got this Rachel. You two go secure the area." Kurt is already heading over to the cell before Quinn can even really register what happened,
"What are you doing?" Quinn asks her girlfriend. They had already checked and there is no way a walker will be making it to them, but now Rachel is unlocking a door, shining a flashlight down a hallway.
"C'mon." Is all Rachel says. Quinn follows, her flashlight also held out in front of her, along with Puck's machete. You know, just in case.
Quinn grins as soon as she realizes where her girlfriend is taking her. She keeps her head on straight, though, until they clear the area.
They have made it to the showers. Rows and rows of showers line the walls.
"How did you know this was here?" Quinn asks, placing her flashlight on the ground, facing up. It lights the area, for the most part anyway.
" I didn't. I was hoping we would find it though." Rachel tells Quinn, pulling the backpack she brought with her off her shoulders and setting it on the ground.
"We should go tell the others. I know we're all dying for showers." Quinn looks around in awe. She turns the knob to one of the showers. She really only turns the knob for the hot one as a joke, but is pleasantly surprised to find hot water actually pours out of it.
"I read somewhere that prisons some times have their own water supply. I'm guessing that's hot water?" Rachel seems to have read's Quinn'd mind.
"We should go get-" Before Quinn can finish her sentence Rachel has taken the blonde into her arms and is pressing her lips passionately against Quinn's. Quinn is caught so off guard, they stumble back into the stream of water, soaking their clothes.
"Rachel!" Quinn squeaks, pulling away slightly. "I didn't bring any clothes." Rachel is already removing Quinn's shirt, tossing it aside.
"I did." Rachel smiles against Quinn's lips, nodding over at her backpack. Quinn laughs lightly at Rachel's eagerness. She isn't complaining though, in fact, she helps remove Rachel's shirt.
"It's been a long day, but we're safe. And I believe we are all going to make it." Rachel looks into Quinn's eyes. She really does know her girlfriend well, she knows Quinn feels guilty for doing what she did to Sam. But she shouldn't. She could have potentially saved the mans life.
"We are all going to make it and that is thanks to you. So let me thank you properly." Rachel nips at Quinn's lips before getting to her knees, helping Quinn peel off her now soaked jeans.
The hot water continues to cascade off of them. And eventually Rachel loses her clothes as well.
And the girls can wash away the sweat, grime, and blood off their bodies. They can watch their troubles wash down the drain.
I know most of you voted no inmates, but I figured it was time for a doctor and our inmate will be harmless (It didn't make sense for me to only have doctor survive in the prison). I made it real easy for our New Directions. Though I did make sure they had plenty of supplies, just for all of you.
Lolly, you asked how Rachel recovered so quickly. My answer is yes, there was a time jump. In fact, there were 2. One at the Farm where Rachel really did all of the recovering. She was mostly just sore from the gunshot wound (at the wedding)when they left. And another time jump once they left the farm. Rachel isn't exactly fully recovered, but she has to push through the pain. (And I figure if Rick Grimes on The Walking Dead can do it( I know you haven't seen it, but the protagonist has been shot several times and he always recovers), then Rachel sure as hell can) :D Hope that answers your question.
Coming up next: What happened to Kitty? And finally, some down time for our New Directions.
What did you guys think? -A
