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"Why do I have to stay?" asked the brunette for the millionth time, she wanted nothing more than to get into her own warm and comfy bed for a good night's sleep and a long cry. Plus, she could eat hardly anything in this hospital as they didn't cater especially for vegans.
"We have to do some more tests and keep you under observation for the night, just to make sure everything's stable before we start chemotherapy," replied the doctor, patiently.
"Chemotherapy? Why do I need that if I'm going to die in six months anyway?"
"Because, it may prolong your life."
"So I'm going to lose all my hair, all my dignity, for a few measly hours?"
Her dads couldn't believe how selfish their daughter was being, "It's a few more 'measly' hours that you have with us, and Quinn! You might think they're stupid but we sure as hell don't!" shouted Hiram at his cowering and tearful daughter. Leeroy pulled him back to his seat by his shoulder, he didn't protest and just collapsed into a flood of tears. Silently, the doctor left, leaving the family alone to get over the initial shock.
Rachel's face puckered at the pain and hurt she was causing her father's, "I'm sorry daddy."
"That's alright darling, it's not your fault you're ill," murmured Leeroy, speaking for the other man who was in no state to talk.
"But it-" she was about to say it was all her fault, the stress and pressure she had put on her self must have contributed somehow but Quinn stepped into the room, stealing her attention. The blonde smiled as sweetly as a treacle tart before placing the bag of Rachel's stuff that she had brought on the foot of the girl's bed.
"Your stuff," spoke Quinn softly, gesturing to the bag, patterned with unicorns and of a bright, florescent pink.
"Thanks," smiled Rachel, gratefully reaching for her bag and pulling out the notebook, not noticing that her bucketlist had been moved. Quinn blushed, giving away that something was up, "Quinn? What is it?"
"N-nothing Rach, I'm- uhm," the blonde stuttered, trying to find an answer that would satisfy the girl and direct the conversation elsewhere.
"Did you look through my notebook?" Rachel asked, alarm in her voice.
"No! Of course not, it's just... I'm worried about you Rachel," she bit her lip wondering if the clever brunette would see that wasn't the reason for the reddening of her face.
Rachel looked confused, she knew the girl was hiding something. However, she brushed it aside and took Quinn's word for it, "aww Quinn, I don't want you to worry about me."
"But I do Rachel, and I will. I've always worried about you, how all those kids used to treat you-"
"And you," the brunette interrupted dryly, consequenting in some concerned glances from both of her fathers.
The blonde looked down at this and started chewing her perfectly polished nail before continuing, "I know, and you can never understand how sorry I am for all of that. I tried so hard to make it up to you Rachel. My friend, from belville she killed herself two years ago-"
"Quinn," Rachel rubbed her arm in comfort.
"Stop interrupting!" the girl sounded so frustrated it caused them both to errupt into giggles, the fathers exchanging glances which said 'I'll never understand girls!', "she was bullied Rachel, worse than you were and are but still, it made me think. I could never live with myself if you died..." she trailed off as she realised she had touched the delicate matter of which they were in the hospital for. She froze, her eyes wide and concerned as she watched Rachel who seemed frozen but suddenly she flung her arms around Quinn.
"Promise me, if I die, you'll try your best to be happy Quinn."
"Rachel, you won't. I'll help you get through this," a lone tear fell from her eye.
"Quinn," the diva's voice cracked at the mention of her girlfriend's name, "I won't get through this. We both know what the doctor said. Six months Quinn. Six months."
"No!" the blonde stood with haste, almost toppling over the girl who had been lying on her, "Rachel you can't think like that! You have to fight this and I'll be with you all of the way, so will your dads! You have so many people on your side, so much love and care for you from alot of people Rach! You have so much to live for!"
"Quinn," murmured Rachel, attempting to soothe the het-up blonde.
"No, Rachel. You fight this. Promise me you'll fight this and that you'll let me help."
"If you promise me in return that when I die-"
"When? No Rachel, I'm not going to make that promise because that's like you're preparing to die. You can't have that mindframe," Quinn was almost pleading, begging her girl now.
"Okay," the brunette whispered, almost inaudibly.
"And I will make a promise in return."
"What?"
"I'm going to make sure you complete every single goal on your bucket list. I'm going to make you happy Rachel, if it's the last thing I can do."
Author's note: Please review, alert and favourite. Next up: Rachel's out of hospital and the completion of her bucket list starts!
