I am not a medical professional. All of my knowledge comes from Grey's Anatomy.

Mistakes are mine!

Happy New Year's Eve (and Happy New Years)

-RCV

Judy rinsed the blood from her hands and made a disgusted sound as she stared at the remnants of the chicken her beloved husband brought home for dinner. It still had feathers on it in some places, the guts hadn't been properly removed, and it smelled as if he'd run it over six months ago. But she did her due diligence and cleaned it. Her biggest issue was going to be cutting it down so she could fry it as that was the only way her husband would eat it. If Quinn were home-

Judy stopped and shook her head. She wasn't going to think of her daughter, not after what happened. She hadn't spoken to her much and it was weighing on her. But naturally, her husband refused to notice that ever since the funeral, Quinn had stopped eating and barely slept. Why would he? He was barely home, spending his time with the church as they bounced back from the "incident" as they called it. She rolled her eyes and was about to move towards the pantry when there was a knock on her door.

She frowned. Who in the world would be coming around the house without Russell around and so late in the evening?

Judy wiped her hands on her apron and walked to the foyer. The doorbell rang again.

"Coming," she called out.

She opened the door, coming face to face with her brother and two other men. They were all in plain clothes, but they screamed cop even with their simple shirt and jeans. Her brother took one look at her, his face neutral but somewhat sad, and he remained on the porch while the other two barged their way into her home. The man with more hair on his face than his head, locked the door while the other, a tall, lanky fellow, backed her against the wall.

The smile on his face was positively lethal as he said, "You should really be more like your brother."

Judy glanced between the two of them, but even in the situation, she found her strength. "I will never be like him," she said.

Her head snapped back against the wall when the cop backhanded her. She crumpled to the floor, disoriented, and she felt someone grab her by her hair. She was dragged into the kitchen. The last thing she saw was a boot aimed for her face.

Quinn rocked side to side as she waited for any information about her mother. Sue was there, as was LJ, but the others were nowhere to be found. Which was good because Quinn didn't know how she would react with them. Santana was missed, but again, she didn't know how she felt. Judy wasn't the best mom in the world, if she could even qualify as a mother, but Quinn still cared about her, still...loved her.

LJ came back with two cups of coffee and a water bottle. He passed Sue the water and gave Quinn the cup with the least amount of coffee and the most amount of sugar. She looked at him funnily and he shrugged.

"I overheard you when you were talking to Santana about the Lima Bean getting your coffee order wrong. I used what was available to match it the best I could."

Quinn nodded her thanks. No sooner than LJ sat down, the doctor came in, and by the look on his face, something was wrong. She stood up and he held out his hand.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Rainor. Are you her daughter?"

"Yes, I'm Quinn, and this is my godmother, Sue," Quinn said. "And my brother in law, LJ," she added.

LJ's lips twitched but he said nothing. The doctor smiled tightly at the group and folded his arms against his chest.

"Now, Dr. Lopez and I did the best we could. I-

"Wait, did you say Dr. Lopez?" Quinn interrupted.

"Yes, he was the other surgeon called in."

"He's a cardiologist," she pointed out.

Dr. Rainor winced. "Yes, well, that's what I need to talk to you about," he said. He then gestured to a nearby bench and Quinn sat down with him.

"Look, Quinn," he said softly. "I won't dance around the issue with you. Your mother is extremely lucky to be alive. For all intents and purposes, she should be dead. We have her in a medically induced coma at the moment so the swelling in her brain can go down."

Quinn swallowed the bile that rose in her throat as the doctor continued.

"When she arrived, there was honestly little hope that she would make it. Four of her ribs were cracked, two were broken completely. Her hip was dislocated, her elbow shattered, and the fingers on her right hand were crushed to the point that there is little chance of her ever-having full use of that hand again. She will also need physical therapy to walk again. Those were only the minor issues."

"Minor?" Quinn repeated hoarsely. "What could possibly be worse than that?"

Dr. Rainor hesitated. He reached out and grabbed Quinn's hands. "The EMTs couldn't see it, but once we got her on the table, we realized someone broke off a small knife in your mother's chest, piercing your heart. By them leaving it in, it actually saved her life. Dr. Lopez did manage to remove the piece with little difficulty and stitched up the wound. When I said your mother is extremely lucky to be alive, I meant it. The body was not created to take that much stress, and with the assault, the wound to her heart, and the ones to her her head, I fully expected her to die on that table. If I believed in God, I would say that He blessed you and your family most amazingly. This truly is a miracle. The healing process will take time, but she will live."

Dr. Rainor patted Quinn on the hand and stood up. "Now, you can stop in to see her, but as I said, she is in an induced coma. But you are more than welcome to see her," he said.

Quinn stared at the floor. She nodded slowly and she listened as Dr. Rainor's footsteps vanished down the hall. For a moment, all was calm. She just sat there, but something roared in her chest so violently and so quickly she fell onto her knees. Anger filled her veins, her vision, and she smacked away the hands reaching for her.

"Find. Him," she hissed. "Find that son of a bitch and I don't care if you have to drag him down here. Bring. Me. My. Father."

"Quinn, I don't think-

"FIND HIM!"

Sue flinched back. She held up her hands and nodded. She dragged LJ away slightly.

"I know she said she didn't want anyone here, but I think you should call them," she whispered.

"I already texted them while the doctor was here," he whispered back.

Sue nodded and took one last look at Quinn before she walked off. She was positive Russell didn't do it to Judy, but that didn't mean she didn't think he was involved in some way.

Rachel had just finished loading the boxes into her car when Santana's car screeched into the driveway. She frowned when her Daddy jumped out of the car and walked right to Rachel, took her keys, and pushed her in the direction of Santana's car.

"Daddy? What-

"I'll drive your stuff to the storage facility, okay? But you need to go with Santana," Leroy said hurriedly.

Leroy waved her away. She got into the car, still confused, but as soon as she closed the door and before she could buckle up, Santana was peeling down the street.

"Santana, what's going on? You're scaring me."

Santana hit the curb hard and Rachel hissed as she hit her elbow against the window.

"Sorry. But we need to get to the hospital. Your brother texted me."

"Is he okay? Is Tori okay? What happened?"

"It's not them. Someone tried to kill Judy," Santana said softly.

"Oh no," she whispered. "Quinn."

Santana nodded. Nothing else needed to be said.

Back at the house, Leroy turned and found Hiram staring at him from the porch. They stared at one another for a long moment.

"Did someone else die?" Hiram called out.

"Not the person we're waiting on," Leroy replied.

Leroy got into Rachel's car. Hiram slammed the door to the house and Leroy held back his tears. That was the man of dreams, the love of his life, and was now nothing. Leroy grabbed the steering wheel and screamed. The only thing that heard his pain was the boxes that held their memories.

Tori, Puck, and Emma were getting ready to leave the house when Sue walked through the door.

"I thought you were at the hospital?" Emma said.

"Look, if you don't want to be apart of what could possibly be classified as a kidnapping, then please leave the room. But I am in desperate need to find Russell Fabray before Quinn loses her patience and looks for him herself."

"I'm down for a kidnapping," Tori said.

"Sure. I'm in," Puck said.

"Wait, wait, what is going on? Why are we kidnapping him?" Emma exclaimed.

"As you all know, someone came very close to killing Judy this evening. LJ is at the hospital with Quinn. Santana and Rachel I assume are on the way, and Quinn was very specific in what she wanted. And that's-

"Russell," Puck finished. "That fucker finally snapped."

"That's the thing, I don't think he did," Sue said slowly.

"I know he didn't," Emma said.

"How do you know?"

"Because I was with Russell most of the day."

"Excuse me?" Sue said.

"Not like that. That event after school today, remember? Since I'm school the counselor, I had to be there just in case someone needed my services. Russell was there on behalf of the men's group the church sponsors. They were there praying with the kids who wanted it and passing out pamphlets. Russell was literally there from the time I got there, and he was still there when I left about thirty minutes ago."

"So, if he didn't do it, then who the hell did? Judy is literally the last person on Earth who would have enemies," Puck said.

"But Russell isn't," Tori said.

"What do you mean?" Sue asked.

"If Russell has enemies, then wouldn't they go after his wife to make a point?" Tori said, shrugging.

Sue shook her head and held up her hands. "Regardless of the why, we need to find the who. If he was still there when you left, then the school is the first place we look."

"Cool. Let me grab my chloroform."

Puck, Sue, and Emma watched Tori rummage through her bag. She pulled out a small bottle and tucked it into her hoodie pocket.

Puck was the first to speak. "Why?" he asked.

"Why is it half-empty?"

"I feel like I should be more concerned, but honestly, I'm more curious about where you bought it," Emma said.

Tori ignored them. "Don't we have a man to capture?" she said.

Rachel and Santana sat with Quinn in the middle. She hadn't said a word or moved in over ten minutes. Rachel glanced at Santana, and Santana just shook her head. They weren't there to do anything but be there. Quinn had visited her mother alone, and while she was in there, Dr. Lopez came around the corner with a glass container in his hand. When he saw Santana, he paused, but eventually made his way over.

"Here," he said.

Santana took the container and saw that it held the tip of a bloody knife. She said, "What is this?"

"The knife I pulled out of Judy. I didn't know what to do with it."

"The police, maybe?"

Dr. Lopez looked at her and said, "Don't trust the police in this town, Santana. You never know who's being paid off by who."

Santana frowned and her father walked off. The door to the room opened and Santana stuffed the container in her jacket pocket. Quinn came out and stumbled into her seat. She just sat there. Santana reached behind Quinn and tapped Rachel on the shoulder.

She mouthed, "Put your arm around her."

Rachel hesitated, but Santana jerked her head and Rachel carefully wrapped her arm around Quinn's waist. The blonde stiffened, but relaxed and laid her head on Rachel's shoulder. Santana nodded proudly and continued to sit there with her hands in her pockets.

Fifteen minutes later, Sue, Tori, Puck, and Emma came in with a furious looking Russell. Sue glanced around in confusion.

"Where's LJ?" she asked.

"He left to go help Leroy with my stuff," Rachel said, her eyes glancing between Russell and Quinn.

Quinn rose out of her seat and everyone froze. They were the only ones in the waiting area, nurses too far away to hear or really see anything, and Russell tried jerking away from Tori and Puck but failed. The group made a circle, blocking her from anyone who could possibly walk by, and she took advantage of the situation. Quinn brought back her fist and punched him in the nose. Russell dropped to the floor. Puck picked him back up. Quinn got into her father's face, blood dripping down his chin, and she pointed to the room where her mother was.

"Your wife is in that room right now. Someone tried to kill her. Now, I know you're a shit husband and an even shittier father, but I also know you're not stupid enough to try and kill your wife in your own home. So, I will ask you one time and one time only, do you know who would want to hurt her?"

Russell's eyes widened. "Someone hurt Judy? I-

Quinn scowled and grabbed her father's nose. He tried to scream but Puck clamped her hand over his mouth as soon as Quinn made her move.

"Who would want to hurt her?" Quinn repeated.

Russell tapped the hand over his mouth and Puck reluctantly dropped his hand as Quinn let go of his nose.

"I don't know!" he said nasally.

Quinn punched her father in the stomach, and he wheezed.

"Wait, wait," he panted. "I wasn't even home. Simmons called me and asked me if she was home, that he needed to talk to her about something, but that's all I know I swear!"

Quinn's eyes flashed.