Day 4: Professionals in Uniform
Title: I Need A Doctor
Rating: slight M for blood and sexual content
Word Count: 3,980
Pairing: Quinn/Santana
Summary: Quinn is a doctor on the field and when she gets an injured soldier, who has no chance of making it, she finds herself stopping at nothing to save her.
Day 4 has come and obviously you guys can see that it's basically CAREER DAY! No, but really, I hope you guys enjoy this and thank you all for the reviews on here and for the ones who read the submissions on Tumblr. I added a back to make it easier to read the submissions on there, so hopefully it helps everyone. Till tomorrow everyone, enjoy this submission. (Day 5 is Family Life, as if you guys haven't had enough of the Quinntana children from me.)
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Quinn is one of the most acclaimed doctors in the United States. Her success rate sky rockets over many and while she doesn't take that title with the upmost confidence, she admits she's pretty damn good at her job.
As the war overseas begins to take a toll—the death rate increases dramatically, she found herself wishing she could do more for those men and women who are serving to make the country better, so she does the only drastic thing she could think of—offer her services.
After a long flight to the Middle East, she landed in the dusty sand in her own camouflage uniform—only difference she still had a lab coat. While the sun barreled down on her, instantly coating her in sweat she runs diligently to the tent where several others are working on soldiers.
She takes in the several wounded and sees some with severe bleeding and even amputations. She was well aware of the circumstances she'd witness having decided to take part in the healing actions of these soldiers, but never did she expect such violence so quickly.
As she walks further in, she goes and begins working on a male soldier, who is shaking in utter fear as he bleeds profusely from his abdomen.
"Hi I'm Dr. Fabray, I'm going to take care of you," she says softly to the severely terrified man. His hair is buzzed and he's gritting his teeth to hide the pain.
"Noah…Pu—Pucker—man," he stutters as she cuts open his uniform to examine the wound further. "Is—is Santana—alive?" He asks as she begins to clean away at the wound. He screams out in pain and she apologizes, giving him something to numb that area.
"Noah I have to do surgery on your wound, so you have to stay still. I numbed you there, so you may feel something, but not nearly as much as you would have," she explains and he nods frantically, taking in her eyes. They held such sincerity in them, that he couldn't deny her trust.
"But—but is Santana alright?" He asks again and Quinn begins cutting away with a scrapple and just like she had said he didn't wince once.
"I don't know sir. I just flew in, but I'm sure she's fine," she ensures him with a small smile as she continues to operate on him in order to get the bullets out of him.
He gulps at her words, staring up at the cloth tent roof. He really did not want to see her opening him up while he was still awake.
"She's my best friend," he breaths out and she glances over him, knowing he is trying to distract himself from the task at hand. "She was with me when they ambushed us and I saw her get taken down like me, but when I went to go and check on her status, one of our fellow platoon members grabbed me and pulled me away. I didn't even see if they did the same for her," he explains, no longer shaking as the pain was no longer unbearable due to the numbing.
She drops the first bullet into a tray and begins to work on him further. "I'm sorry," was all she could muster during this time. She could tell this Santana girl was something special to him, but she couldn't get further into a patient's life than what she's doing right now.
"She's a firecracker," he breaths out a chuckle and she smiles softly at his words. "She's so amazing and god—if she wasn't gay, I would—," he lets his voice trail off and he blinks a little as an image of Santana pops up in front of his eyes. She's not doing anything in particular. "Her smile, her laugh, she can warm anyone's heart, but get on her bad side and you best believe shit will go down," he adds and Quinn laughs at his choice of words as she drops another bullet into the tray.
She gulps. "One more Noah and you'll be good as new," she tells him softly and he nods, looking over at her. The way her concentration on making sure he gets completely taken care of warms his heart—he licks his lips and continues to watch her.
"She'd love you," he tells her softly and she raises her eyes at him, then looks away to hide her blush. "Are you seeing anyone?" He asks and she breaths out a nervous chuckle.
"No, I don't really have time to date anyone," she replies and he nods, before smiling softly.
"Well if you find Santana, give her a chance," he tells her and she meets his eyes again and watches them carefully. He's in the middle of getting bullets taken out of him and yet he's trying to set her up with his best friend, who they're unaware if she's dead or alive.
She can only take a deep breath and turn back to the task at hand. She gets the final bullet out and begins to stitch up his abdomen, before placing a piece of gauze over the wound, sealing it from any bacteria, when she hears helicopters overhead, dropping and frantic yells.
She looks over to the tent opening and sees two men running in holding someone on her makeshift stretcher. They run over towards her and she waves for them to place the injured soldier on the bed next to Noah.
"What do we have?" She asks and she immediately sees it's a woman and she's badly wounded in multiple areas.
"San. Santana!" She turns around and sees Noah, looking over at the girl and she looks back at her and the way her body is convulsing, she can tell this is bad.
"Noah calm down," she tries to soothe as she turns back to Santana, but he continues to scream for her. "Noah! I can't help her, if you don't relax, so please, just calm down. She'll be fine," she ensures him and he looks back into her eyes. Those soothing hazel orbs are enough for him to nod and lay back down, screwing his eyes shut as she turns back to Santana.
"Hello Santana, I'm Dr. Quinn Fabray, I'm going to take care of you," she tells her and Santana continues to look at her with fearful eyes.
"I'm going to die," she breaths out as she shakes. Her skin has paled from the blood loss and Quinn can't help, but feel bad for her.
"Don't lose faith. You're going to be fine," she tells her and looks over at the EMT who brought her in. He explained the multiple gunshots and the estimated percentage of blood loss, before she turns back to Santana whose eyes are slowly closing. "Santana you have to stay awake," she tells her and Santana just nods distantly.
"I need a blood transfusion now!" She screams out as someone frantically runs to get it for her. She begins to tear away at the uniform and her whole abdomen and legs are drenched in blood. Her chest is completely covered in red and Quinn begins to take deep breaths, before tearing away at the fabric of her bra to get closer to the wound in that area.
Someone runs back with the blood and Quinn begins to cut open that area. Santana screams out in complete pain, trying to remain still as Quinn works. She immediately locates the bullet and takes it out, packing the wound which causes Santana to hiss out.
She works frantically under the time she has, knowing Santana doesn't have much time left. She needs to get these bullets out and her stitched up in a short period of time, so the blood transfusion can actually work.
"Four more Santana," she tells her as tears leak from the corners of Santana's eyes. Quinn pulls out two from her abdomen and tosses them in the tray frantically, checking back on Santana with her eyes. She could see the pain was getting unbearable for the girl as her eyes slowly roll back behind her head. "Santana stay with me," she tells her as she works on the ones in her legs.
"It hurts!" She yells out, gritting her teeth in agony as Quinn pops out the fourth one.
"I know it does. I have one more honey, you're going to make it. Just say with me and I'll get you stitched up. You won't be in pain much longer," she tells her and Santana gulps consistently as Quinn pulls out the deepest one in her thigh. Santana screams out again and Quinn drops the last bullet in the tray.
She moves up to Santana's face and begins to look at the girl, who is still shivering from the throbbing pain she's enduring. "It'll be over soon," she tells her, running her hand through her hair, before she begins stitching up the wounds.
It doesn't take long to do the task and by the time she looks back at Santana, she smiles breathlessly at the girl who's watching her with tired eyes. Suddenly the pain isn't so unbearable. The blood is transferring into the girl's body and she smiles warmly at her, running her hand through her hair again soothingly.
"It's over Santana, you just rest now," she whispers as Santana's eyes drop closed. She looks over at Noah, who's waiting for the diagnosis and she nods to him. He breathes a sigh of relief, before too falling asleep.
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Three Months Later.
New York, New York
"All right Mr. Henderson, your scar is healing nicely and I want you to return back in two weeks for another follow up," Quinn tells one of her patients. He's an older man, who just had reconstructive knee surgery—no big in comparison to what she did back in the Middle East. She discovered he was also a World War II veteran, so hearing she just returned back from helping soldiers, he was adamant about getting her.
"Thank you so much Miss. Fabray, you take care of yourself," he tells her as she guides him into the wheelchair. With a smile she nods to him and he begins to wheel away, before turning around. "And thank you again for what you did for those men and women out there. We need more people like you in this world," he says and she can't help, but feel the warmth building in her heart.
"Of course sir. Now you take care of yourself," she says and he nods, wheeling away with his wife. She walks out of her examination room and immediately spots someone in camouflage standing at the front. Her eyes rack over the person, knowing it's a woman obviously and she narrows her eyes curiously. That jet black hair, the tan complexion—she's seen it before; she knows she has.
The nurse points over in her direction and the woman turns around and they lock eyes; she remembers now. Those brown eyes—the fear instilled in them and she gulps as she feels her breath hitch in her throat.
"Quinn Fabray," she says as she stands in front of her and Quinn nods frantically, placing her hands in her pockets. "I'm sure you don't remember me, but you treated me and my friend Puck—Noah and um well I've been placed on leave and I really wanted to know if um—shit this is a lot harder than I thought it'd be," she breaths out a chuckle and Quinn has to hide her blush and growing grin at her frustration.
"Walk with me?" Quinn finally humors the woman and Santana looks up, nodding as she lets Quinn lead the way.
They walk down the stairs in a comfortable silence and Santana finally decides to make conversation. "So um—I wanted to thank you for what you did for me," she says and Quinn looks over at her curiously, before shrugging.
"It's my job Santana," she says, walking ahead as Santana stops short, breathing out puffs. Quinn turns around when she notices Santana is no longer following her and she looks at her somewhat concerned.
"You remember me?" Was all Santana could muster in disbelief and Quinn's eyes widen at the thought. Of course she remembered the girl, even if the last time she saw her she was covered in blood and dirt.
I'm not one to forget a beautiful face.
Santana steps down the rest of the steps, still with a look of disbelief on her face, before sighing, looking down at her boots then back up at the blonde. "I want to take you out. If you're busy, I understand, but I want to get to know the woman that cared enough to gently caress my hair to relax me," she says with the upmost courage that she didn't have earlier and Quinn breaths out a chuckle.
She laughs nervously as Santana takes her hand in hers, kissing it gently and Quinn continues to look around embarrassed, creating some attention at them. On lookers smiled, knowing of the work Quinn did just three months ago and it was obvious she made an impression while she was gone, off saving the world.
"Ah! Okay," she shrieks like a teenager and Santana laughs hysterically at her reaction, before pulling back. "Tonight is good for me," she adds with a smile and Santana nods.
"Tonight it is and hopefully you won't catch me in these duds," she winks and Quinn just laughs and Santana walks out of the hospital, before calling back. "I'll pick you up here for our date!" Quinn turns around with a blush and everyone else watches onward.
She closes her eyes, trying to hide the blush and actual happiness she's feeling at this moment.
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Two months later.
Quinn walks up the steps of her apartment with Santana close behind—yes they've been seeing each other ever since. After Santana picked Quinn up in a hot cocktail dress, she was blown away, but even more so the fact that she had the personality to always make her laugh—she needed it.
They stand in front of her door after what would be the fifth date since Quinn still works a lot. Upon reaching the door, Santana turns Quinn around to lean her against the closed wood. She leans forward placing light kisses down her neck as Quinn arched into her.
"You taste good," she mumbles into her skin as Quinn giggles, still wearing her scrubs. Santana wore street clothes with her dog tags around her neck. Their date was far from fancy, but they agreed to just go out for a simple dinner; most of their dates have turned out that way lately.
"I smell like a hospital and I have blood probably on me somewhere," she replies and Santana leans in to kiss her on the lips. Their first kiss was on their second date because Quinn apparently wasn't one to kiss on the first date, no matter how much she liked the person—Santana respected that.
"Mmm, I know that's the best part," she jests and Quinn pushes her slightly as she turns around to open the door and push her way in.
The apartment is dark and as soon as the door shuts she drops her keys down on the table, Santana turns her around and leans in and kisses her hard. Quinn wraps her arms around her neck as Santana traps her against the wall and her, pulling her up to wrap her legs around her. Quinn groans as Santana attacks her throat with kisses, before sucking fully on the pulse point.
Quinn mumbles something and Santana turns her head up. "What?" She breaths out and Quinn slams her hand on the above part of the wall, pointing and Santana squints her eyes in the dark. "I can't see," she says as she pulls the scrub shirt over her head and kisses down her chest and tearing away at her clad breasts—removing the fabric.
Quinn moans out as she fists Santana's hair, mumbling again. "What?" Santana breaths out, taking Quinn's left nipple into her mouth and rolling her tongue over and Quinn growls.
"BEDROOM SANTANA BEDROOM!" She yells and Santana's eyes grow in alertness—this would be their first time, but Quinn is so wound up she doubts the woman will be stopping. She pushes them off the wall and runs towards the room. "No, no, no—too far," Quinn shrieks and Santana steps backwards, before pushing the door she just past and drops them to the bed.
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Quinn wakes up the next morning and sees the comforter on the other side messy, but no sign of Santana. She rubs her eyes tiredly and stretches, remembering last night. She blushes and smiles as they flood back to her mind and she finally steps out of bed, pulling a pair of shorts and a tank on. She opens the door and instantly is smacked with an aroma of coffee and other breakfast foods.
She smiles when she turns down the hall and sees Santana in her birthday suite. Quinn chuckles, blushing furiously at the woman in her kitchen cooking and listening to her iPod. She leans against wall, watching her as she shakes around the kitchen.
No shame my girl…friend has? Is she my girlfriend? We've been going out and it's not like either one of us are seeing anybody else.
She pushes herself off the wall as the plates get filled and the pan goes back on the stove. Quinn sneaks up and wraps her arms around Santana's waist, kissing her shoulder, up her neck and under her ear. Santana chuckles, pulling the buds out of her ear as Quinn trails her nails down the woman's abdomen.
"Are you trying to kill me so early in the morning after the night we had?" Quinn whispers and Santana smirks, letting Quinn continue to assault her body with kisses.
"No. Never," she laughs, turning around finally to peck her lips as Quinn wraps her arms around her neck, trailing kisses over the places where she stitched her up just five months ago, starting from her chest down to her abdomen, like it was muscle memory of exactly how many bullets were in each area, finally ending her trail to her leg and outer thigh. She comes back up and places another kiss on Santana's lips.
"I'm going to get dressed real quick because I'm starting to feel a draft," Santana says before hopping away into the bedroom. Quinn watches her leave with an adoring smile on her face. Perhaps she should thank Noah for this—he did ask her to give the woman a chance and now she couldn't be happier.
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One Month Later.
Quinn walks down the hall up to the nurse's station to read over a patient's file. She leans against the counter, before walking off to the patient's room to treat them.
As soon as the door closes, Santana walks out of the elevator of the floor in her uniform and spots the nurse that is considered one of Quinn's friends at the hospital. She looks up and scans Santana's appearance.
She grimaces at the woman, before she sighs. "Really Santana?"
Santana looks away and takes a deep breath, before nodding. "It sucks Brittany. I mean I love my job, don't get me wrong, but it comes at some risks—she obviously knows that, but now that I have someone, I really can't bear going," she replies sadly just as Quinn steps out of the door with a smile. She walks down the hall, looking over the file quickly, before placing it back on the counter.
"Hey," she smiles widely, leaning up to kiss her, before she notices her attire. "You're leaving?" She asks and Santana nods, before looking away ashamed.
"I should've told you sooner. I knew for about a week now, but I didn't want to concern you. I just wanted to spend the time we had left together," she explains and Quinn's eyes widen and she wanted to be mad, but she understood why she did it, so she nods. "Please come to the airport with me," she says and Quinn looks around and Brittany nods.
"I'll call for one of the doctor's to cover for you until you come back," she says and Quinn nods gratefully at her friend, before she pulls her lab coat off and hands it to Brittany to deal with. She walks away with Santana as they make their trip to JFK.
It's a short distance, but it felt unbearable. Quinn held Santana's hand the entire time, but they never looked over at each other. Who's to say that she'll actually make it this time if she was to be injured again? Quinn didn't want to think about that as tears welled up in her eyes. She looked out her window to hide the fact that she was crying.
The taxi comes to a stop and they get out grabbing her duffle and when Santana goes to pay, the taxi man declines it. She gives him a firm nod and he drives off. Santana turns back to Quinn before walking inside with her, intertwining their hands while holding her duffle in the other.
They stop by security and Santana drops her duffle, holding her ticket, before pulling Quinn into her. She holds her tightly to her body and Quinn gets wrapped in the scent that is Santana, before pulling away and leaning in to give her a lingering kiss.
She trails her hands up Santana's face down her clad body. "I'm going to miss you," she breaths out as Santana leans in to kiss her again.
"I will too," she says, wiping away a stray tear from Quinn's cheek. She takes the blonde into her arms again and hugs her tightly, like she'll never let go, before pulling away finally.
She grabs her duffle and starts walking to the security gate and Quinn walks the other direction. Halfway back to the entrance of the airport, she turns around and quickly walks back, dodging a few people in the process. A line as formed behind Santana as she's about to give her ticket to the airport employee, she walks up and holds her finger up to the employee.
"One second," she says, before grabbing Santana by her neck again and kisses her harder than she has before, forcing Santana to drop her duffle to her feet and kiss her back. Everyone behind them stands on either watching impatiently or happily, before they pull away. "I love you," she breaths out and Santana feels her stomach swarm. "I love you Santana," Quinn's voice cracks and Santana breaths out a smile, leaning forward to kiss her again.
"I love you too," she says into the kiss, before pulling away. "I'll see you again. I promise you I will," she tells her softly and Quinn nods, before she grabs the duffle again and turns around to the waiting line. "Sorry about that ladies and gents, but this lady here just said she loves me for the first time, so I think it was worth it," she says loudly and Quinn giggles, before pecking her lips again and smiles at the woman.
Santana returns it handing her ticket to the employee before walking in, looking back every now and then at the doctor who saved her life and she fell in love with.