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"Rachel Berry... and swearing nonetheless?" a weak, cracking voice came from the lone bed in the hospital room.

One look at the blonde and Rachel felt her brown eyes welling up with the tears, she recognized the girl immediately. The police had been right; Quinn was most definitely not in the best condition. Her layered hair was matted and completely disarrayed. Cuts and gashes covered her chest and arms. The hospital's scratchy white sheets covered her from the top of her stomach down to her feet but did nothing to hide the multiple IV fluids and different wires connected to her body. But worst of all, was the girl's pale face. Her lips were swollen and bleeding, the area around her right eye was bruised a nasty shade of blue, and the hazel eyes that Rachel remembered being filled with fire, passion, and attitude, were now completely unfocused and almost lifeless.

That is, until Quinn turned her head, slowly due to the pain, to look into the huge brown eyes she had been thinking about for the past few years.

Rachel caught a glimpse of the former HBIC in the few seconds that their eyes were connected. Quinn quickly turned away after seeing the tears in the diva's eyes.

"Quinn...W-what happened to you? Why are you in New York? Are you okay? How did you get my address?"

"Rach, let the girl breathe."

Rachel had forgotten that Krissy and the two officers were still in the room. She wiped her eyes and turned to face them. "This is Quinn Fabray, and please alert the main desk that I will be paying for her hospital bills. Thank you again." The officers nodded and headed out the door.

"Berry, you don't have to-"

All traces of remorse she felt for the blond vanished. "No Quinn, I do. You have a lot of explaining to do and since you have no money on you, or any other possessions besides your stupid, little locket, and well... let's just say there's no way you can answer all the questions I have for your poor ass when you're trying to pay off this glaring hospital bill. Also, my name is Rachel. R-A-C-H-E-L. Do not call me Berry, Ra-Paul, Man Hands or any of the other nicknames you used to make me feel insignificant in high school. This is my city. I will not let you ruin this for me."

"Haven't you already done that to yourself?"

Quinn watched Rachel shoot a frightening glare at the redhead, "When did she get here?" she asked herself, sitting in a chair close to the door. The blond was also curious as to what perfect little Ms. Rachel Berry had done to 'ruin' herself.

"Really fucking good 'managing' skills Krissy," the brunette hissed. "Just superb."

The redhead only rolled her eyes and gestured for the two to continue their conversation.

Rachel looked again at the dejected girl covered with scratches and bruises, a stab wound for christ's sake, and not to mention the emotional burden this must have taken on her. Bitterly, she realized that she had perhaps, perhaps, been a little too harsh given the situation. She honestly had no idea how to deal with this version of Quinn Fabray and she also wanted to speak with her in length of the pressing issues when Quinn was in a better state of mind. Yet, she couldn't help but notice that Quinn's eyes had lit up a little when Rachel had talked to her with emotion, even if it was a little rude. She also realized that she wanted nothing more than to see those hazel eyes shine again, which surprised her. I mean, she was her former tormentor after all. Rachel couldn't help but think if the positions were switched, Quinn would be taking every opportunity to crush her spirits even further. But Rachel knew that she wanted those eyes to light up and Rachel Berry always got what she wanted.

"Right, well Quinn, this is how it's going to work. The doctor should be here soon and then we will all listen to his diagnosis and then progress with the information he gives us." The brunette took a deep breath and finally looked Quinn in the eyes, delighted in the life she found there. "Then you will accompany my manager and I back to my loft and answer, completely and utterly with honesty, each and everyone of the questions I will be asking you." She saw the blonde's swollen lips rise in a smirk and happily noticed that the blonde's eyes were still shining. "Yes Quinn," she continued with the 'I'm better than you' attitude she had developed in high school and perfected in her short time in New York, "I have a manager now…"

The breathy voice of the blonde interrupted her, "I know Rachel. I know how you got discovered. I know exactly what role you're playing on Broadway. I would have gone to see it but as you so kindly pointed out, my 'broke ass' can't afford much right now." Quinn was a little disappointed in her current state of reunion with Rachel, her brain was foggy due to the pain medications they had given her, and she knew she wasn't exactly looking her best and Rachel looked really good but…shit, she needed to cut herself a break, given what had happened the night before. Quinn was surprised at Rachel's attitude, but the fact that the Brunette that she had been thinking about for years was actually talking to her and standing in the same room as her, made her briefly push away the painfulness of given situation. And plus! Rachel had just said that they would be spending time together. Quinn was confused as to how the hell the tiny diva was able to patch, definitely not mend, well not yet, the blonde's broken spirit by just being present, even with a bitchy attitude.

The brunette had gone wide eyed and open mouthed in the time that Quinn had given her little rant, clearly shocked that someone from her hometown, other than her fathers, had taken interest in the diva's miraculous career. But before she could press the issue further, the door to the room swung open.

A young male doctor entered, looking down at the thick clipboard he held in his hands.

"Well the good news is….Oh am I interrupting something?" The doctor asked, quickly noticing the obvious tension filling the room when he looked up.

"No, nothing. You were saying…?" The diva asked with an eye roll that could almost challenge Santana's. Quinn was impressed, while it was a little bit over exaggerated on the Latina, it was totally hot on Rachel. "Wait…what." I did NOT just think that right now. Quinn shook her head at her thoughts and noticed the brunette giving her a questioning look.

"Right! Well the good news is that the knife missed any of the major organs and with the stitches we gave you, the wound should heal nicely. The rest of the cuts are going to heal nicely as well. We did find a trace of a drug called 'Ketamine' in your blood stream. It is commonly used as a date-rape drug, which would explain the fact that you don't remember much from the night before. We also ran some tests and sent them away for sampling to see if we can get any physical evidence of who did this to you. Unfortunately, whoever it was is experienced at this sort of thing and left literally, no trace of who they were. We're very sorry."

There it was. The familiar, shitty feeling of dejection. Quinn looked towards Rachel and saw that the tiny brunette was fuming.

"What do you mean you can't find evidence! The person that did this to her is going to get away with it and probably continue doing this to other people? This is ridiculous!"

The doctor sighed and turned towards the brunette. "Who are you again? Girlfriend? Relative?"

Rachel huffed at the doctors obvious lack of knowledge when recognizing celebrities and knowing how to treat one! "Rachel. Rachel Berry and I am a…a friend and apparently the only one in this city that knows Quinn, but that's irrelevant. You're avoiding my question!" She punctuated her last sentence with a good old diva stomp of her foot.

Now it was Quinn's turn to role her eyes. Her gaze fell on the redhead who was watching Rachel with an almost amused look in her bright blue eyes. Huh, someone else who enjoyed watching the diva tantrums. "We might just get along," the blonde thought to herself.

"Well Ms. Berry," the doctor continued, still showing no sign that he recognized the famous girl, "We're sorry but this guy is good at the horrible things he does. But I can assure you the police are investigating and trying to gather as much information as they can. There's not much that I can do from here other than make sure Ms. Fabray gets home as quick as possible."

Rachel noticed that Quinn winced at the word 'home' and saw the life literally disappear from her eyes within a matter of seconds.

The brunette made a mental note of this before turning back to the doctor. "Which will be when? She's going to be staying with me for awhile so I need to know. And please make it as soon as possible."

The doctor glanced down at his charts again and said, "She actually should be ready by tonight. Like I said, the physical wounds are already healing quite nicely. Make sure she gets plenty of bed rest and a lot of fluids. We tried to pump most of the drugs out her system but there are probably still remnants. I will also give you a prescription for the pain meds she should be taking for the next week. Make sure you also redress the wounds multiple times a day. If they show any sign of infection, bring her straight back to the hospital."

Rachel indicated she understood the man with a curt nod of her head.

"We're going to be moving her to the regular wing of the hospital until about 8:00 PM tonight. Feel free to stay with her or you can just come and pick her up then. Also, Ms. Berry? Can I speak to you in the hallway for five minutes?" And with that, the doctor exited the room, motioning for Rachel to follow and the tension, once again, made itself evident.

I don't really like this chapter that much but I sort of need it as a set-up. Fuck fuck fuck don't hate me. Pleassssee review.