A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! I really do love it when I hear the ding on my phone! Also there is medical stuff in this I kind of made up so... just ignore it! Short chapter!

Chapter 4
"Dear Believer"

"Lopez. Present." She heard Dr Tyler say although she wasn't really paying attention.

Quinn was keeping her stare with Sam and Sam wasn't looking away, essentially they were having a stare down in the middle of a serious conversation. Both of them were too stubborn to give in. To give in that she had slept with another guy and Sam was an ass.

She was actually trying to tell him in some weird psychic way that he was an ass and even though he may be in severe pain that this was karma for what he did. Also he had no right to say anything about her and her… fling with Puckerman.

"Sam Evans. 33." Quinn raised an eyebrow. He was young. Younger than she actually imagined. "Was abruptly pushed, causing the -"

"Do we really need to discuss this?" Sam muttered, finally looking away from Quinn's stare. Quinn smirked and she could see Sam regretting the decision.

"Sam, we know you don't want this to be an inconvenience but this is a teaching hospital." Chief Brown said from the corner. Quinn turned to look at him, she hadn't really met him until now.

He was quite scary and looked like someone she definitely didn't want to cross. He looked at Quinn with an expression Quinn couldn't really place.

Sam just sighed at the Chief's request and Quinn noticed Sam's hand shake. Like a bolt went straight through it.

Quinn immediately felt bad for mentally calling Sam an ass.

"Was abruptly pushed," Santana continued, her voice annoyed. "- causing the bullet in his shoulder to dislodge and press against his rotator nerve and as a result has shown severe tremors."

Quinn's eyes turned to his shoulder. There was a bullet in there and pressing against his rotator nerve? So it could pierce it? He could lose all function?

"When were you shot, Evans?" A doctor asked from the corner. She had seen him before, he was a neurosurgeon by the name of Dr Hudson. Sam threw him a look and everyone went quiet.

"The night of my wife's murder." He muttered and Quinn swallowed. His wife was murdered? He actually sustained a bullet from it? Now she felt double horrible for mentally calling him an ass.

Sam looked around the room then and looked at Puck before looking at her. His eyes were hard and it wasn't a stare anymore. It was something else. She heard Puck cough and he looked away, his lips pursed.

"Let's give him some space. We'll let the doctor's work. Actually Fabray, stay and you can be his lackey." She looked up and saw the Chief looking at her. Her? Out of the five other interns in the room he had to pick her.

"Sir I think -" Quinn started off, stepping forward as the whole room turned to look at her.

"Personally, I don't care what you think. Now go get him some water." Quinn quickly glanced at Sam and the rest of the room before disappearing.

They were punishing her.

Everyone knew what had happened between them.

Sam being weird around her and Quinn possibly looking like the crazy stalker intern girl. It was something that didn't really go unnoticed in a hospital like this.

Even the Chief before gave her a look that she couldn't really get quite out of her mind. It's like he knew exactly who she was and what she had done.

She walked back into the room, carrying a small tray of pills for him to take and his water. His room had been perfectly decorated, it was one of their VIP private rooms and it even had a couch in it.

Sam was looking out the window. He looked lost.

"Is there family I should call?" Quinn murmured as she situated the tray on the beside table. He just shook his head, taking the cup from her.

"Are you okay?" Quinn whispered and Sam kept his eyes low but she could still see how much pain he was in. Both physical pain and mental pain. Even though he might've been an ass to her, no one should truly deserve this.

"My chances are very slim." Sam murmured before he drank his water and pills. Quinn grabbed his chart and pulled up a chair beside his bed.

"Sam the best surgeons are here, they're all going to make sure you'll be able to cut again."

"Is that all I'm good for, cutting?" Sam muttered darkly, which made Quinn frown. She hadn't heard Sam talk like this before. It was probably the pain.

"Sam -" Quinn started, leaning forward to put her hand over his.

"Don't Quinn. I'm sure Puckerman is waiting for you." Sam murmured with steel, pulling his hand away. Quinn's eyebrows shot up and she let out a huff. She stood up and cleared her throat, which made Sam look at her. She had enough. She wasn't putting up with this anymore.

"You know ever since we slept together you have treated me like shit! I wake up to a note telling me we have a lunch date and the next thing I know I'm being told off and being ordered out of OR rooms." Quinn wanted Sam to look at her. To look at her to really see what she was going through even through his pain. His left hand was in a fist, his eyes focused on his lap. "I thought we had something. I thought we did and then you went and fucked it up!"

Sam snapped his head up to look at her, his eyes cold.

"Oh yeah. So, what sleeping with Tarzan was something too huh?"

"Don't you dare! You're the one walking around some all mighty god just because you're an attending, you - "

"That's right. I am an attending and you are an intern and I made the stupid mistake of letting you come into my OR when it was your first day." Quinn felt the tears surface.

She felt so utterly drained and he was making her feel like she was nothing. She saw Sam swallow and she shook her head.

She shoved the chart at him and stormed out of the room, wiping her cheeks furiously as she went.

Sam stared at the ceiling. He had already calculated the ratio of black dots to grey dots on it. He had been in the hospital for at least five hours and he's already made Quinn cry.

He just wanted to leave, to get out of here.

Well after the surgery of course. That's if he wanted it. He had the Board come out and visit him, which never happened to just anyone.

It was that Sam wasn't just anyone.

Sam was money.

He was what the hospital needed. He brought the parents that trusted him and loved his attitude.

Sam's Peads unit was so professional and was such a wonderful atmosphere that they needed him. He had already received so many flowers from the nurses and old patient families. He just wanted to get out of this pity party bed and go home. He didn't want to see Quinn anymore. She was contributing to his pain.

Quinn was so beautiful that Sam didn't know what to think of other women. She was yes, beautiful in attraction, but to him Quinn was a beautiful soul as corny as it sounded. Not only did they have sex, they talked. They talked and he felt alive. So alive when she was around. Some days he would catch her smiling and he just would smile himself, even though it was probably a horrible situation. He didn't care. She was so caring and so warm and so… real. It scared him to even think that she existed and it pained him that he really had to let her go.

Then Sam realized.

His career would be over if they couldn't fix him. There would be no way he would be made Chief if he just were a medical doctor and not a surgeon. It was compulsory to do hours in surgery, so yeah he wouldn't have a shot at that anymore.

Somehow it actually didn't sound too appealing.

Surgery.

Bossing people around.

What sounded appealing to him was waiting for Quinn to come home, to see her face when she walked through the door. Or come home to her. That's what he wanted. Did he want to be Chief? No he didn't. Not at all.

He looked up to see Puckerman and Quinn standing at the nurse's station, talking to each other. Sam wanted to sock him right in the jaw, because he didn't want her like he did. He wanted sex, Sam wanted life and Quinn was his light in the dark.

He watched Quinn do her thing.

The thing where she would tilt her head to the side, exposing her neck and scratch it with her pen. He had seen her do it hundreds of times, but the beauty of it was the look on her face, which Sam couldn't really see at the moment.

She would have bottom lip between her top teeth. Her eyes would be closed as if she was thinking so hard she had to imagine it. Then Puck kissed her neck, ruining the whole thing.

God he had the nerve! He shifted and he felt something tug and he looked down at his shoulder. Just play nice, please. Please oh please. He swallowed and looked up, waiting for Quinn to notice him. To notice him and they could talk. That he could apologise.

Quinn was focused on the chart in front of her when she felt Puck. God not now. The thing was she could only focus on Sam. On his face. On his shoulder. On his future. How was he going to survive, how he was going to be okay – mentally and physically – man it was really doing Quinn's head in.

"The Chief basically told him to break up with her or he'd fire them both." Quinn's head shot up and found the source of the gossip.

The nurses.

God sometimes they were so distracting.

Useful but distracting people.

They were standing in the corner with coffee in their hands; heads in close and grins on their faces. They kept glancing in Quinn's direction and she didn't really know why. She looked back down, pretending not to be interested.

"God we can't lose him, he's got such a cute butt."

"Plus he's like the best Neonatal surgeon in America, how are we going to find anyone else?" Quinn froze. They were talking about Sam… and her? Quinn rewound the conversation in her head.

"I really didn't like the mud cake, it was quite dry." God not that bit Quinn! "The Chief basically told him to break up with her or he'd fire them both."

Quinn thought about the moment in Sam's room, the look the Chief gave her. The persist attitude to have Quinn as Sam's personal slave. Sam's sudden dramatic change in how he treated her.

"God she's not even that pretty."

Quinn looked up at them who were now staring at her and snapped the chart shut. They both jumped and Quinn gave them a look before turning to Sam's room.

She was faced with blood and a whole lot of it.

Quinn couldn't stop the bleeding. It had torn, where his bullet had pierced his shoulder and it was bad. So so bad. She called for help and she couldn't her eyes away from his face. His hand was gripping her wrist, his face getting paler and paler by the minute.

"It's okay. You're gonna be okay." Quinn whispered over and over. Sam was shaking. Like vibrating, almost. When help arrived it was everyone. Everyone had come out to help.

"Hop on Fabray, you're going for a ride." The Chief ordered and she nodded, sliding onto the gurney so they could transport them both to the OR. He was losing too much blood for it to be hung and all she wanted to do is hold his hand, not hold his supply to life.

When they got into the OR Sam was out of it. They shot him up with morphine and he was still woozy from the blood loss.

"I don't want to die." He whispered as they started to prep around him, Quinn being covered in scrubs.

"You're not Sam. You're gonna move that arm again." Quinn whispered, a lump in her throat starting to form. "Sam I know what you did. I know it mustn't have been easy. I know what you did." Quinn whispered and all the eyes in the OR fell to them.

Quinn couldn't give a fuck, Sam was in pain and lots of it and this was the only way she knew how to help him through it. His eyes turned to hers, the anesthesiologist staring at them both as he sat beside Sam's head.

"Quinn I'm sorry." Sam whispered, tears in his eyes.

"It's okay, we'll talk about it after." He nodded and then his gas mask went on. He was gone in the next few moments and Quinn was hurried off him.

Quinn stood in the corner of the OR, covered in his blood and watched them trying to save him.

To save the tear.

To save his arm.

To save all the children that needed him to save them.

Also she needed them to save him so he could save her.

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