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"Right Miss Fabray" the doctor said as he walked into the room to find the girl sleeping.

"Oh I'm sorry, I can wake her." Sam said quietly.

The doctor shook his head, "no its okay, she needs to rest, I'll talk to you for now."

Sam nodded and rubbed her hand gently, watching her as she slept soundly. He was so glad to see her so peaceful again after a rough couple of hours. His eyes were weary and tired but he didn't dare look a way for even a second, just in case.

"So what can you tell me doc?" Sam asked, "what is happening to her?"

"Well as you already know Quinn is suffering from a kidney disease, but from some of the tests we looked at, we've noted another problem from the miscarriage which is increasing the strain on her already weak body." The doctor began to explain. "Quinn is suffering from what we call 'Acute Renal Failure' I want you to focus on the word acute okay, and tell her this, we are going to be able to fix it. Before when she was pregnant there were other factors in play but now it's a much simpler procedure."

"What procedure? What went wrong with the miscarriage?" Sam enquired.

"The miscarriage meant that not all that was needed to leave her body did, it has caused a minor infection, one which will be solved by antibiotics which we shall be putting her on as soon as possible." The doctor answered his question with a soft smile.

"Has it made her kidney condition worse, her acute ren…?"

"No her acute renal failure, is still curable. We are certain we can flush the infection right out of her body before we move on to the next procedure?"

"Dialysis?"

The doctor shook his head, "no we feel that at this present time, the best cure for Quinn is a transplant."

"Oh god, what does this mean for Quinn, will she be okay?"

"Transplant procedures are very successful, we have extremely high hopes for Quinn. She is young, and once the infection is cleared there is absolutely no reason why Quinn won't be able to lead an absolutely normal life."

"Will she be able to conceive?" Sam felt weird asking that question, but he was going to marry Quinn, and he wanted a family with her. He just needed to know what the future would hold for him and his future wife.

"We cannot guarantee it, but I assure you, she should be able to conceive naturally."

"Thank you doctor." Sam smiled, "when does all of this start?"

"Well we need to talk to Quinn about her situation and start her off on the antibiotics. I intend that she should be having the transplant in about two to three weeks."

"So soon?"

"The quicker we can do this, the quicker the recovery and the normality of her life will resume… Do you have any more questions?"

Sam shook his head and thanked the doctor again, promising to talk to the girl when she woke up. Sam sat staring at his fiancée trying to remember the name of her disease, acute something? He murmured to himself as he watched the sleeping beauty.

A few hours later Quinn awoke from her sleep to see Sam still gazing down at her, as she took in her surroundings she began to panic. Sam noted the panic and tried to calm her down before she got herself into a state. "Shh sweetheart its okay."

"Sam, I, i.." Quinn began to cry. "Home, I, please." Quinn's words were stumbling as she cried and Sam held her in a firm grip kissing her forehead.

"Quinn you are okay, I need to talk to you beautiful. I need to talk to you."

Sam sat holding her until she calmed down a bit, he kissed her lips softly. "You are okay Quinn, and I'm not going anywhere." He softly wiped her tears off her face and smiled at the girl. "I promise you, you are okay."

Quinn nodded and took in a deep breath as she calmed down fully. She looked around the room and saw some flowers on the table at the end of her bed. "Who?" Quinn asked quietly.

"My mom." Sam replied smiling, "shes just happy that you are okay."

"What happened Sam?"

"You went for a walk sweetie, and I found you lying on the floor. I took you home and my mom started driving us, but there was so much traffic so I carried you here." He kissed her again, he felt like he needed to continuously show her affection to stop her from feeling anxious or scared. "You are okay though, you scared me, but you are okay."

Quinn nodded taking in the events of earlier. "When am I going home?"

"Well they just need to get you started on some antibiotics and then we'll talk about it okay?"

"Antibiotics?" Quinn started to panic again, tears erupting immediately from her eyes. "Why?"

"Shhh." He rubbed her back. "Its okay, its nothing bad, you've done nothing wrong." He assured her. "Its just that baby, when you miscarried, your body didn't get rid of everything okay." He watched as Quinn's face filled with shock. "But that doesn't matter because the antibiotics will clear up the infection."

"I just, I ju-just don't want dialysis anymore." Quinn said.

"You don't need to lovely. Once the infection is gone, the doctors are going to schedule you in for a transplant. But don't panic," Sam added quickly, "the operation will be smooth, they do them all the time, you'll be safe."

Quinn shook her head. "Sam I can't."

Sam put his hand underneath her chin and locked eyes with her. "Yes you can Quinn. I know that you are scared, hell, I'm scared Quinn. But if you want to get better – which I know you do – you need to do this. You need to do this for you, and for me, because if you don't, well I can't imagine life without you." Quinn started to shake her head again as she started to cry. "Quinn, I know you are scared baby, but this is for the best."

"Wh-wh-what if I say no?"

"They can't make you, but you might not make it Quinn." Sam said sadly. "I need you baby. I need you." He kissed her forehead as he embraced her in a hug. "Without the operation, your kidneys won't function properly which means you won't be able to live properly. We won't be able to get married and we won't be able to have children. I won't have anyone, I'll be forever alone."

"I'm scared." Was all Quinn could muster up in a reply. Sam took it as acceptance and kissed the top of head. "I'm going to look after you Quinn, I promise."