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Quinn POV
We got done at the hospital a few hours later. We caused a few disruptions when we people recognized the guys, but I found it funny. I wasn't recognized and it was great. I was just glad to get out of there when we did; I hated hospitals, but I didn't really know anyone who loved them.
"Let's just grab pizza." John suggested and I looked at Dean. He was out of it, but couldn't go to sleep for a few hours. He had a large gash, that required 31 stitches, in his hairline. He was drugged up and out of it.
"Pizza is fine." Roman agreed and I saw John eyeing me in the mirror. I nodded in agreement.
"You just want to stay here tonight?" John asked Roman as I helped Dean into the house. Stephen had to leave as soon as we got back and Randy didn't want to go back to an empty house. I put Dean on the couch and he sighed. I ran upstairs to change; I was tired of being in a swimsuit. I came back and Dean was staring into space on the couch.
"You need anything?" I asked him and he sighed.
"No, but thanks." he said and I nodded before walking into the kitchen.
"You ok?" a voice asked me and I saw Roman walking up to me.
"Yeah, just don't like hospitals." I said as he wrapped his arms around me.
"I don't think anyone does." he mumbled as he kissed my cheek. I smiled as I felt his stubble.
"Are you staying tonight?" I asked him a second later.
"Yeah, but tomorrow's plans have to change." he said and i turned to look at him.
"My ex is being a pain and my daughter is spending the night." he said with a small smile. I could tell that he was always happy to talk about her or see her.
"That's cool… you get more time with her." I said and he nodded.
"Would you like to meet her?" he asked me and I felt a new kind of panic race through me. I knew he had a daughter, but to actually meet her had never entered my mind. I'm not a kid person… I would rather be shot again.
"Do you think it's a good idea?" I asked him and he turned me to look at him.
"Are you not happy in this relationship?" he asked me and I studied his eyes. He was serious and unhappy.
"I am…" I was saying but he shook his head.
"I don't why, but I can't fully believe that." he said and I sighed.
"I told you that I'm not good at this and I haven't done this in years. I'm rusty… forgive me." I said with slight sarcasm.
"You just don't seem into it. I mean, I tried to kiss you and touch you, but you pull away. You don't even act like we are a couple." He said.
"I have my reasons… I'm sorry that I can't just becoming warm and friendly when you want me to." I shot back.
He shook his head and sighed. He was going to say something when we heard something shatter.
I broke away from him and walked in to find Dean on the floor. John's glass end table was demolished. I carefully walked over to Dean and pulled him up.
"What happened?" John asked as he and Randy came in there.
"I tried to get up, but my vision is still off." Dean said and I nodded.
"It's ok. Just sit here." I said as Roman had found the broom. I started to clean up and sliced my arm open. I hissed at the pain and kept going.
"Q, go take care of your arm." John said as he started to clean up. Roman was pulling me into the kitchen. I really didn't want o go back and continue that conversation… it was more painful and awkward than the cut on my arm.
"You ruined your shirt." he said and I shrugged as he started to put cream on the cut. I hissed at the coldness, but he just kept going. I knew that something had just instant changed in our relationship. He wrapped it up with a bandage and started to clean up. I looked down at my shirt and it was covered in my blood. I sighed and pulled it off. I turned to throw it into the laundry room and I heard a gasp. I mentally slapped myself when I realized that he was fully seeing my scars; they weren't pretty.
"What the hell…?" he managed to ask me.
"I told you my pervious job." I said without turning around.
"Yeah, but you didn't tell me you were shot! Or abused?" he said and I finally turned to look at him. My greatest fear had been found… he looked horrified and disgusted at me. I knew that I was scarred and it changed my looks, but I finally felt truly ugly and disgusting.
"Part of the job…" I said and turned to walk upstairs when John walked into the room. He saw Roman's expression and my scars. He immediately took his shirt off and tried to hand it to me. He knew how conscious I was about my scars.
"There is no point." I mumbled and started around him.
"Leave." John hissed at Roman. He knew without me saying anything; I was grateful for that. I walked into the living room and Dean looked at me. I didn't know how coherent he was or what his reaction would be. He grabbed my arm as I walked by and I had to stop my reaction of hitting him. He wasn't a threat.
"The scars suit you." he mumbled and I looked at him. He was drugged up, but very sincere. I nodded and walked upstairs. I heard the door shut a few minutes later and knew that Roman had left without a fight. I didn't realize it until right then… I wanted him to fight it.
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