Quinn's throat burned as the bile rose once more from her stomach up her throat.

It's two am and she's been puking her guts out for the last five minutes and can't move because it doesn't seem to be stopping.

Beth is wailing in her bassinet and Charlie is crying because the baby crying is causing her head to pound too.

They're in Rachel's room for the night again because Rachel suggested waiting for the move to the basement, until they can go to the storage unit tomorrow to pick up all their belongings to get the basement set up first but with the way Quinn's feeling right now. It doesn't seem like that's going to happen.

Quinn's not sure if she'll even be able to move tomorrow. Once again her head propels forward to relieve her stomach of it's contents, it's just acids now.

The bathroom door opens and she feels gentle hands pull back her hair than a cool towel dabbing across her head. It's Rachel obviously. Now Quinn feels like shit for disturbing her sleep.

"Your okay, Come on." Rachel says as she grabs the blonde's arm and gently coaxes it over her shoulder to help the blonde stand on shaky legs. Quinn feels severely dizzy.

Rachel walks her to the bed than sits her down, grabbing the bucket she brought with her for Quinn to puke in. Which happens immediately after acquiring it.

After her bout of puking, Rachel helps her adjust back into the bed. Than rushes over to Charlie.

She hands the little girl a cup of children's Tylenol and a glass of water. After she's done she helps Charlie back into bed. Charlie's fever has broke but she still feels achy and has a headache. She's doing a lot better than Quinn is obviously.

Rachel rushes to the bathroom to wash and sanitize her hands. She than rushes back into the room and scoops a wailing bed into her arms and begins rocking her as she shakes the bottle of formula she made before coming to the room in her hand than pops it into the baby's mouth silencing her instantly.

Quinn's eyes are watching Rachel's every move. She's meticulous and calm. She looks exhausted but in her element. Charlie sighs in relief to her left when Beth stops crying and her eyes droop before she passes out almost instantly.

Quinn has glassy red eyes and a swollen nose. Her breathing is congested and her head aches terribly.

"Quinn?" Rachel whispers softly.

Quinn makes eye contact with her, looking a little dazed.

"I think we might actually have to take you two to the hospital because this can't be just a flu." Rachel says seriously.

"I can't Rachel. Charlie.. I'm not her legal guardian." Quinn replied hoarsely.

"I understand but sweetie, there has to be something we can do because I don't even want to think about what will happen if this gets worse."

Quinn doesn't want to think about it either. She has no medical coverage and doesn't even know if her dad is even still in Lima or did Fiona some how convince him to move.

"I know.." Quinn replied sadly.

"Listen I'm not trying to pressure you. I'm just worried about you two."

"I know you are, Rachel."

"Would it be okay if I put Beth in with Jaxon tonight? I really don't want her to catch whatever it is you two have." Rachel asked, concern dripping in her tone.

"Okay.. That sounds like a good idea. Would I be able to hear her over the baby monitor?" Quinn asked in worry.

Rachel smiles in understanding. "Of course, in fact. I'll bring the screen monitor in for you, okay?"

"Okay."

Rachel stepped out of the room while still feeding Beth and grabbed the extra screen monitor and brought to Quinn.

"Okay, I'll be right back." The brunette assured and Quinn nodded before bile rose again.

Rachel winced then left the room with Beth while also wheeling the bassinet along with her. She entered Jaxon's room and sat in the rocking chair.

She fed Beth quietly for a while than when Beth finished, Rachel burped her. As she rocked Beth, she hummed a melody softly, rubbing the baby's back gently.

Quinn watched with disbelieving eyes that Rachel Berry was not only, taking care of her daughter but is also taking physical care of Charlie and herself.

She couldn't believe the amount of care that Rachel was bestowing upon them.

Quinn was her former tormentor for god sake and here she is up at this ridiculous hour taking care of all three of them with the patience of an angel and worry of a mama bear.

All Quinn could do was thank god and Rachel's parents for creating such a beautiful, generous person because had Quinn still been in the basement, this would have been even worse.

Quinn watched as Rachel set Beth in the bassinet. The brunette stood up and walked over to Jaxon, checking on him before quietly leaving the room.

She entered her bedroom with Quinn and Charlie and immediately went to fetch the thermometer.

Charlie was at a 98.1 and decreasing pretty steadily. Earlier in the day she had been at 99.3.

Rachel breathe a sigh of relief. She then turned to Quinn. 102.1 Rachel's eyes bulged. "Quinn, I know you may not want to but we need to get you to a hospital."

"No, Rachel I can't." Quinn replied groggily.

"Quinn, please.. I-I'm worried. Your fever is climbing and you can't keep anything down."

"I don't have insurance."

"We'll worry about that later."

"The kids-"

"Quinn, if you don't let me take you to the E.R you'll actually be putting Charlie and Beth in jeopardy! They need you at your best and this is not it! I know your scared but no one has to know you have them. I promise I won't tell! Charlie's fever has broken and she hasn't thrown up or anything but you aren't okay!" Rachel kept her volume at a whisper but was beginning to lose her grip.

"We can't just take them to the hospital Rachel. I c-can't risk it. What if someone sees us."

"I have a solution but you have to trust me, Quinn!" Rachel spoke in fearful desparation. Quinn was pale, clammy and her eyes were unfocused.

"I.." Quinn tried to speak but broke into a coughing fit that made her eyes wells with tears as her head pounded and her chest burned from the force of it.

"Please, Quinn? Please, trust me that I won't let anything happen to you or them?" Rachel pleaded as her eyes welled with fearful tears and Quinn's eyes focused on the brown ones in front of her. In that moment Quinn's lips trembled because she was scared and she really did want to go to the hospital. She felt like she was dying, everything hurt.

"Y-You promise.. You promise they'll be safe?" Quinn asked in such a small and fearful tone of voice that Rachel wilted under the weight of it's vulnerability.

"Yes, sweetheart, I swear."

Quinn stared down into the bucket full of her vomit than abruptly began to heave into it because her stomach had nothing left. Than another coughing fit hit soon after and the pain of it all sent her into tears and made her body weaker.

The blonde nodded as best she could. "O..Okay.." Quinn mumbled.

Rachel was up in a flash before the blonde could change her mind. "Alright, give me a minute. I'll be back shortly."

The brunette rushed to her temporary bedroom to get her cell phone. She waited as the phone rung impatiently.

"Please pick up." She whispered desparately.

"Hello?" The voice on the other end answered half asleep.

"Hey, I'm sorry to call so late."

"Rachel?"

"Yes, it's me."

"Is everything alright? Is Jaxon okay?" Was asked in fear.

"Yes, Jaxon and I are fine. I know it's late and I wouldn't call this late under normal circumstances but this is an emergency!"

"What is it?"

Rachel began explaining the bare minimum of the issue and that was it. She did her best to keep Quinn's business as just that Quinn's business. After the call ended the brunette immediate got her slippers on and a large NYU hoodie that used to belong to her dad Hiram. She did a messy bun and headed back to her actual room to fetch Quinn.

The blonde was still in the same position hugging the bucket as if her life depended on it. Rachel had to coerce her into letting it go for a moment to help get her ready but Quinn was worried about puking all over Rachel's room.

"Come on, Quinn, we're going to the hospital."

"But the kids?"

"Don't worry about the kids."

"Rachel.. T-They can't be alone."

"They won't be."

"What?" Quinn asked fearfully. A little more alert at the news.

"Jaxon's babysitters going to be with them."

"You told someone?!"

"No, I didn't tell any of your business. I just explained that you were sick and I needed to escort you to the hospital because you are in no position to drive. They don't know anything other than that, I promise." Rachel held eye contact with an open expression. Quinn searched for any dishonesty but found none. She felt confliction at it's worst but ultimately decided to trust the brunette. Rachel hasn't given her any reason not to.

It took a little longer than Rachel liked to get Quinn ready but she achieved it. She helped Quinn to her car and strapped her in. The brunette waited on the porch with the baby monitor making sure there was one in the room with Charlie as well just in case. She sighed in relief when the car she'd been waiting for pulled up.

"Hey, thanks for coming." Rachel said sweetly.

"No thanks necessary sweetheart. You know I'm always here for you."

I know and I appreciate it. So, here's the monitor, there's one in both rooms. The kids are knocked out right now. The only one I see possibly waking up is Beth but she did just go to sleep so you should be good for another two to three hours."

"Rachel. I know what I'm doing don't you worry about that. Just get your friend to the hospital she doesn't look so good."

"Thanks again for this."

"Don't thank me, just get her there."

Rachel nodded and the two hugged. The brunette ran to her car, starting it immediately and pulled out slowly as to not jostle the bucket of bile a dazed Quinn was still hugging to her chest.

As soon as they reached the hospital E.R. Rachel moved quickly. She gathered a stumbling Quinn out the car and into the hospital. They made it to the desk and Rachel waited in annoyance as the nurse took forever to greet them.

"Name?"

"Lucy Fabray."

"Birthday?"

"April 30, 1995"

"Reason for your visit?"

"I'm not sure exactly what she has but her fever is 102.1 and she has a severe congested cough as well as vomiting."

"Do you have a guardian with you?"

"No, but I can reach a guardian through telephone but her parents are away this weekend for their 30th wedding anniversary." The lie rolled off Rachel's tongue with ease and her expression so convincing.

The nurse nodded. "Alright. Fill these out and put the number for her parents so we can contact them to receive permission of treatment."

Rachel nodded grateful than struggled with holding Quinn upright to the waiting area. She sat the blonde down and pulled out her cell phone shooting off a text.

"Rachel.." Quinn whispered hoarsely in worry.

"Yes, sweetie?"

"I can't contact my dad.." Quinn whimpered out as she realized there's no way she'd get seen.

"Don't worry about that. We're not contacting your dad. It's already being taken care of."

"How?" Before Rachel could reply Quinn began coughing horse and deep. Her face turning a beet red as the veins in her neck bulged. Her red glassy eyes began spilling over with tears.

Rachel rubbed her back as she whispered reassurance in her ears.

"I-It hurts Ra-Rachel.. It hurts.." Quinn whimpered as her unashamed tears fell.

Rachel's heart broke. She felt terrible for the blonde. "Listen, I'm going to see if I can find you some tea."

"Please don't leave me.." The blonde whispered as her vision blurred and her head swam.

"Ok, Okay.. I won't." Rachel spoke softly. She noticed people looking at them. The brunette's features harden. "Well? Is there a problem?" Rachel spoke sharply and all eyes cast away. The brunette slid her arm around the blonde. Quinn's head falling gently to her shoulder.

When the coughing fit stopped and she could relax a little the blonde watched on in curiosity as Rachel began filling in parts of the information for the paper that she knew.

"How do you know I'm allergic to pistachios?"

"You may have mentioned it in conversation." Rachel replied simply.

Than the blonde raised a questioning eyebrow because prior to this time they were never close.

Rachel flushed in embarrassment. "Okay so you may have mentioned it in conversion with other people but I heard it and remembered."

Quinn smiled the best she could. It was small and weak but it was there.

"I think it's sweet that you remember that. Though I wish other people shared your memory of such trivial things." Quinn said in a weak tone.

"It's not trivial. It's a potentially life threatening condition if not treated right away."

"I know, I just meant I wish other people shared your thoughts on remembering important facts. God knows Puck and Finn don't ever. I always have to read the package label on whatever they buy me or ask what they put in anything if they give me food their mother's have made."

"I know what you mean. Finn almost killed me with a damn pound cake his mother made. He said she used all vegan products but completely forgot I'm allergic to pistacios!"

"You are?!" Quinn asked in weak surprise.

"Yes."

"Really?"

"Yes, really you goof."

"Look at that, Berry. We have something in commo-"

Before Quinn could finish her sentence a coughing fit hit again.

Rachel rubbed her back soothingly but other than that, that was all she could do. "Okay, Okay.. No more talking for you. The only time you speak is when I need the answer to some of these questions." Rachel said as she gestured to the paperwork. Quinn nodded her agreement.

That's how they spent the next hour and a half until the paperwork was handed in. When Quinn's name was called another hour later her eyes bulged. The blonde's eyes cast to Rachel who was sporting a knowing smirk.

"Excuse me but can I get a wheel chair for my friend. She really weak." Rachel asked. The nurse nodded and a few minutes later returned with one.

Quinn couldn't tell you how she felt in the moment other than cared for. It had been a long time since she felt it and she still couldn't believe it was coming from Rachel Berry of all people.


Pulmonary consolidation A.K.A fucking Pneumonia! Rachel sat in the chair next to Quinn's bed listening with rapt attention as the doctor explained that Quinn was still at the early stage and since it was caught early they'd have a better chance at a faster recovery.

"Now, Ms. Fabray. I've already spoken in great length with your mother about your care needs." The doctor began and Quinn's eyes widened a fraction at the words.

It was Rachel grasping her hand that grounded her before she could say or ask anything that might give them away. Thankfully the welling tears in her eyes at the word 'Mother' was masked by her sickness.

"So, she knows everything that you'll need as far as your recovery goes. I've written your prescription and sent it to your pharmacy. It can be picked up in a few hours. Other than that we have the authority from your mother that you can be released with the aide of Ms. Berry. Do you have any questions?"

Quinn shook her head no. She couldn't even think of anything to ask other than how the hell did this doctor speak to her mother?

"Alright, well than your free to go." With that the doctor left.

Rachel stood up and began helping Quinn get ready to leave. When the two stepped out of the hospital, dawn was breaking. Rachel sat Quinn on the only bench near the entrance of the E.R. and left to fetch the car. When she pulled up she rushed to open the door for Quinn though Quinn and Rachel both know she could have gotten it herself but in Rachel's mind Quinn's still too weak to be doing much of anything.

They drove home in silence with Quinn hugging the bucket that the nurse was kind enough to clean before they left.

It took Quinn approximately 10 minutes from pulling off from the hospital parking lot to crack. "Rachel?"

"Yes?"

"How did I get seen without a parent or guardian? Why did the doctor say he spoke to my.. My mother?" Quinn asked vulnerably.

Rachel sighed tiredly or sadly Quinn didn't know. "I knew you'd need a guardian with you and I made a call and a certain someone in the hospital who knows a certain some one else that I know helped us out but I can't tell you who because no one is suppose to know and I'm only ever allowed to ask for that certain persons help when it's a severe emergency and this was. I'm sorry but that's all I can tell you."

Quinn nodded silently and cast her eyes back into the bucket. She felt nauseous again and was doing her best to hold it down but at the stop light she couldn't. She began heaving her acids up again.