Thanks for all the support! Glad everyone is enjoying this story so far.
Before we get into the next chapter, I just want to say that I am not a doctor, nor do I play one on TV. Everything in this chapter is from Wikipedia... I know lame... but that's the way it is. I apologize in advance, I also want to say that Quinn's diagnosis is just an explanation not an excuse! Borderline Personality Disorder is real, I've just taken liberties to fit Quinn, though I've mostly let stuff out and made it simpler, I think, I've not added anything. My apologies if you know someone who has this or have it yourself, I mean no disrespect.
Five
When Quinn woke the last thing she remembered was storming out of glee because everyone was siding with Puck. She didn't remember much else, and she felt so foggy… she felt kind of numb.
'Easy, honey, drink this slowly,' her mother spoke gently to her as she held a straw to her lips.
Quinn took a mouth of cool juice before she could finally really open her eyes.
She took another mouthful as she tried to take in the room, and make sense of the pink cast on her leg.
'Do you remember what happened?' her mother asked softly.
Did she remember? Of course she did, it all came flooding back to her. Fighting with the people who were supposed to be her friends and running away. She didn't remember much else. She ran a hand over the cast.
'I was fighting with them and ran away, they were all against me,' she replied, still groggy.
'Who was against you?' Judy asked, brushing Quinn's hair from her face.
'Everyone. I slept with Puck, and got pregnant and lied to Finn, and everyone about it. I got him drunk and made him have sex with me.'
Judy sighed, but Quinn didn't notice, she was too busy rubbing her small belly.
'The baby is fine,' Judy offered, after a long silence.
'I don't want it,' Quinn stated flatly, though her actions belied her words.
Judy nodded, not at all surprised that her daughter didn't want to take responsibilities for the consequences of her actions. 'We can look into adoption.'
'I don't want it!' Quinn stated, slightly louder than the first time, her aggravation was starting to show.
'I know, Quinny, and once it's born-'
'Get it out! Get it out! Get it out!' Quinn screeched as she flailed about, hitting her stomach.
'Quinn! Stop it!' Judy shouted, grabbing her daughter's hands, trying to get her to stop, but she didn't stop, only yelling louder.
An orderly and a nurse appear just in time just in time to see Judy slap Quinn, who immediately stops shouting and moving, stunned by the action.
Both the nurse and the orderly ask if everything is okay, but Judy just waves them off.
The nurse offered to come back later.
It is a calmer, seemingly more rational Quinn that is glaring at her mother.
'I know you don't want this baby but you did this to yourself when you forced that boy to have sex with you. So you will carry this baby to term, and we will ask that poor boy what he wants in regards to this baby. If he wants to keep it, then he will. If he wants to give it up then he will decide who it will go to. You will have no say in anything, am I clear?'
Before Quinn could answer, a knock interrupted them.
'How are my favourite ladies?' Russell asked, giving them a rakish grin as he saunters over to kiss them both.
'Daddy!' Quinn cried pathetically, bursting into tears as she latched onto her father.
'Take it out, I don't want it!' She sobbed as she hugged her father with arm and pushed at her stomach with the other.
'Quinn, honey?' he started, glancing at his wife. He had left almost as soon as they'd been directed to their daughter's room and hadn't called once to check on her. He'd said something about a meeting and vanished.
'We're done, Russell. Martin will be delivering the papers in the morning.' Judy said, not looking up from the book she'd been reading before Quinn had woken up.
'Judy-' he tried to apologize, to explain that he'd had work.
'No, Russell, you should've been here, when we needed you, when you're daughter needed you but no, you were gallivanting off with whatever flavour you prefer this week.'
'Daddy! Make them take it out!' Quinn tried again.
Russell glanced from Quinn to Judy, who scowled and shook her head.
'I'm sorry Pumpkin, but there's nothing I can do,' he replied sadly as he ran a hand through her hair.
'I hate you!' she yelled at him, trying to hit him.
Just then the nurse appeared from before, 'Hello, Quinn dear, how are we doing today?' she chatted casually as she checked her over, before injecting something into the IV. Quinn calmed almost immediately, though she glared at everyone.
'Is that good for the baby?' Russell asked in concern, earning a glare from his soon to be ex-wife.
'It's a very low dose of a mild sedative, just enough to calm her,' the nurse replied. 'The baby will be fine,' she offered as she noted something in the chart.
As she finished up, and before she could warn them, another doctor appeared in the doorway.
'You must be Mr. and Mrs. Fabray,' the doctor began, shaking their hands. 'I'm Dr. Joseph O'Conner, but most of my patients call me Dr. Joe,' he offered with a friendly grin. He was about their age with a head of dark chestnut hair. He looked like a man who enjoyed physical labour when he wasn't being a doctor.
'I'd like to talk to Quinn, if you don't mind.' Both Judy and Russell hesitated for a moment, 'You can wait in the hall, and I'll leave the door open if you'd like.'
'I would like to speak to you Russell,' Judy stated as she stood and calmly walked from the room.
Russell sighed and followed his soon to be ex-wife from the room, she closed the door, but the doctor didn't know who it was to give privacy for.
Judy scowled at Russell, as he stood with his hands in his pockets, looking like a little boy about to be scolded for something he knew he'd done.
'You are not giving out grandbaby to some whatever it is you've decided to fuck this week,' Judy stated, her arms crossed under her breasts, giving Russell something to stare at.
'I have no idea what you're talking about,' he stated, tearing his eyes away from her breasts.
Judy rolled her eyes with a sigh, 'If you honestly believe that you can feign innocence with me, than you are sadly mistaken.
'I know about you're affairs. I know you take lovers that are half your age or barely older than our daughter. I know you won't do anything to her, but I can't do this anymore; pretending that we're one happy family, because we aren't. You can go do whatever and whoever you want to, I won't stop you, but you cannot give my grandbaby to one of your whore's.'
Russell watched Judy, his face full of shame and regret. She had been a beautiful, strong woman when they'd married, but now… she was still strong, and beautiful, but she looked so defeated.
'I'm sorry,' he offered, apologizing for ruining their lives, for ruining her.
'Just make sure you support our daughter right now.'
Russell nodded, he was still going to kill the little punk who had touched his daughter but before he could say anything the doctor emerged from the room, closing the door behind him.
Without a word he guided Quinn's parents down the hall and into an empty office.
'I believe that Quinn may have Borderline Personality disorder,' he stated without preamble as he began to rummage through the large filing cabinet that was in the corner.
'What does that mean?'
'It means that Quinn's are very unstable, going from one extreme to another when she thinks that someone has done or said something either for her or against her. One moment she will have confidence in herself and the next will need reassurance from others. Nothing is simple for her, and self-destructive behaviour isn't all that uncommon. I don't want to confirm anything just yet, we try to wait until about 18 before confirming a diagnosis, but I think that, from what I've learned from Quinn, and heard from you, that it's possible that this may be the problem,' he offered, passing both Russell and Judy some pamphlets, most about general personality disorders.
'Will she need medication?' Russell asked, flipping through the pamphlets.
'Not with the pregnancy. I try not to go to drugs first thing; I'd like to try therapy first. There are a number of options, though I'd like to recommend the cognitive and dialectical behaviour therapies.' At the confused looked, he tugged one of Judy's pamphlets and pointed the two out, even as he explained them. 'Cognitive Behaviour therapy is a talking therapy that aims to solve problems concerning dysfunctional emotions, behaviours and cognitions through a goal-oriented, systematic procedure. Dialectical Behaviour therapy combines standard cognitive-behavioural techniques for emotion regulation and reality-testing with concepts of distress tolerance, acceptance, and mindful awareness.'
'What does that even mean?' Judy asked, looking as flummoxed as her ex-husband.
Dr. Joe chuckled softly, 'it means that through talking, experiencing and dealing with possible problems, Quinn might benefit greatly from it.'
'Will you be her primary therapist?' Judy asked.
'Yes,' he stated without hesitation. He had cut back on office hours, and was really only consulting at the hospital, but he wanted to help the young lady he'd talked to. She needed constants in her life at the moment, especially if her parents were getting a divorce.
'Though you should probably talk to Quinn about the divorce. She seems to think it's her fault,' he added, with a pointed look to them. They both had the grace to look ashamed; it hadn't been the best idea to talk about the divorce in front of their unstable teenage daughter.
'This is my card, one is for you, in case you have any questions or need to talk; the other is for the young man Quinn assaulted. I don't know what he's been doing but he might need someone to talk to.'
Judy accepted the cards and slipped them into her purse, 'I'm not positive, but I think he has some very supportive friends and that he's been getting his own help.'
Joe nodded, 'Good, though I would still like to talk to him.'
Judy nodded, 'thank you Doctor,' she said, 'if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to my daughter.'
Both men stood, and Judy slipped out of the office.
Russell accepted his own card from him, and hurried after Judy.