A/N: Medical stuff that I didn't look up and just made up so ignore! Also guys I really appreciate it that you take the time to review and read my story, it means a lot! Also this chapter is really horrible it took up too much of my time and it really isn't the best, I'm sorry.

Chapter 5

"What's your price for life?"

Quinn felt the weight of everything.

She could feel the weight of his blood on her hands.

She could feel the weight of almost everything that had happened over the past few weeks in her bones.

But the thing she could she really only focus on beside everything else was Sam.

Sam.

Beautiful blue-eyed blonde haired Sam was dying on the table in front of her.

She didn't care about what he had done or what they had to do to keep their jobs. She didn't even want her job after this. She wanted Sam and she didn't care what followed. She didn't care one bit. She wanted to scream it at him, to tell him, but he was too far-gone for her to do anything.

Santana had appeared from somewhere, Quinn didn't really know where and was leading her out of the OR and to the nearest bathroom. Rachel was there, holding the door open and so was another blonde girl that Quinn couldn't remember the name of.

It was like she had been crying. That her head hurt so much from dehydration, that she was too exhausted to do anything.

Everything from then on was hazy.

They lead her to the showers and washed off all the blood that had managed to cover almost every part of her body. Her arms, her legs, even blood managed to find a way into her hair and as they washed her, Quinn wondered how she got here.

How she was a doctor.

How these girls that she didn't even know were cleaning her up.

How these girls considered her to be a friend.

How she fell for Sam.

Soon after she was finally in new scrubs and was in the waiting room, Santana and Rachel by her side. Sam had no family. All he had was a murdered wife and a sad story. Quinn started to go through possible murder situations, which really didn't help, when Santana got up to talk to the blonde girl that had helped earlier. Quinn finally recognised her.

Dr. Pierce.

She had blonde striking hair, the same as Quinn's, and a very agile body. Tall. Health nut by the looks of it. She looked too cheerful, too happy. Quinn didn't want to look at her anymore, she wanted to cry and stand in the rain.

Dr Pierce worked in Paeds with Sam, hence the cheerfulness. She had been introduced to her once when Quinn was put on to his service once. Once. Ages ago. She even remembered what the kids name was that they operated on.

She watched Santana touch her arm; her fingers lightly grazing over her elbow before watching Dr Pierce walk off with a smile.

Oh.

Oh.

That's why she stood up to her in the locker rooms.

"Just cause she had a good fuck with an attending doesn't mean she's some fucking zoo animal!"

That's what she said almost a day ago.

Santana was most probably a lesbian and most probably fucking an attending. No wonder why she stood up for her. She's probably been prodded and poked for being a lesbian. Plus she must be annoyed with this whole attending not dating an intern idea as well.

When Santana turned back she saw Quinn looking, noting the exchange. Santana momentarily froze to Quinn's surprise before Quinn smiled. It was tired but understanding smile. Santana just smiled back and sat back down, letting out a breath. She crossed her legs, leaning in to talk to her.

"You have a cross around your neck, I was going to assume you were going to condemn me to hell. Not that I cared." Santana murmured, turning to look at Quinn. Quinn reached up to touch it, the coldness of it making her shiver. She totally forgot about it.

Quinn didn't know why she wore it anymore. She didn't go to Church anymore, she didn't pray and she definitely did sin more than enough in a lifetime. Although, it did always lead Quinn back whenever she was lost. She had to believe in something bigger than herself. That a bigger power than herself would be able to save her, or save Sam for that matter.

"I'm not really religious. I just turn when I want to." Quinn murmured, turning to look at Santana with a sort of smirk.

"So if you sin and feel really bad about it, you pray so you'll feel better?" Santana shot back with a smirk mirroring Quinn's.

"Sometimes." Quinn murmured with a shrug. She was starting to feel a little better that she was focusing on other things other than Sam in the OR.

"Same. I guess. I mean, it's always there." Santana said, starting to pull her hair into a ponytail. "Berry is Jewish."

"How did you know that?" Rachel blurted, making Quinn jump. She had forgotten she was there. Rachel had been reading a medical journal and was quiet the whole time. Quinn now questioned why she was sitting with them. She was a doctor social climber, not a helper outer that washed blood off fellow interns scrubs.

"I guessed from the fact you practically smell Jewish." Santana said and Rachel frowned, making Quinn roll her eyes. How did she end up with these people as... friends?

It had been five hours since Quinn had been ushered out of the OR when Puck came walking out. Out of all the people, Puck had to be the one to deliver news. Mohawk and all. Rachel was asleep and Santana was talking with Dr. Pierce who Quinn had been introduced as Britt when Quinn stood.

Rachel's head fell off her shoulder and she let out a groan. Puck looked wary. She was unsure as to whether it was the fact that he just found out she had a thing with Sam or it was the news he was about to deliver.

When he got to them he didn't say a word, his eyes moving to all three of the girls.

"Puck." Quinn said sternly and Puck turned to look at her. His Mohawk looked stupider than ever. Quinn's tired eyes probably made him cautious. She didn't even know if they were allowed to tell her information at all. Maybe he was doing her a favour.

Then she remembered he was Puck and he didn't even do sex favours.

"The bullet severed an artery, they managed to repair it and get the bullet out. They stayed clear of the nerve but there is a chance it could have been damaged. Other than that, he's fine." Quinn let out a heavy breath. Other than that, he's fine. Bullet out. Artery fixed. Nerve? Who cared about the nerve at the moment?

"Is he back yet?" Quinn asked and he nodded. She moved and he grabbed her wrist, shaking his head. His hazel eyes bored into her green. His face was completely different to the face she saw this morning when he flirted with her. It was like her transformed into a good guy, which for him seemed impossible.

"The board is in there, you can't go in there." He said in a hushed whisper.

"I don't care." Quinn snapped, pulling her wrist away.

"Quinn, I'll go. It won't be unusual for me to be there. I'll be back as soon as I can." It was Brittany who spoke up, making everyone's head turn. It was chipper, happy. She had no reason for doing it, but Quinn was grateful. For now, it would be best if Quinn stayed clear. She could see him whenever after that. He was going to be okay, after all.

"Thank you." Quinn whispered and Brittany just smiled, moving forward to squeeze her hand before walking off. Quinn turned to Santana who just smiled. God how did she come to be friends with such great people?

Fifteen minutes later Brittany was back with a smile that Quinn couldn't decide was just her normal face or it had to do with Sam. Quinn wondered how bitchy Santana managed to deal with such a chipper happy person like Brittany.

"He's asking for you." Brittany murmured, reaching out to squeeze Quinn's hand that she had done earlier, before walking off with Santana. Santana just smiled. Rachel gave Quinn a disapproving look, but it made Quinn smile. Somehow Rachel's short frame combined with her very high ponytail didn't make her look very upset. It just made her look like she was a cute doctor barbie.

Quinn walked as quickly as she could. It had been almost six hours now since she saw him last. She had barely eaten, she didn't do any work and she suddenly was scared. What was she going to see? A beaten down Sam due to her negligence in patient care? This wasn't your fault Quinn, the bullet could have moved with someone by his side or without someone there.

When she entered his room he was sitting up, his whole right arm in bandages and gauze. He was looking out the window but without Quinn even making a sound his head turned to look at her. He always seemed to do that. Know exactly when she entered. She was relieved to see a small smile on his lips. It was like she was seeing him for the first time. That time where she met him in front of the OR board for the first time.

"Hi." He whispered. His hair was everywhere, sticking in all directions. His face was tired, but he looked remotely better than he did many hours ago. His eyes were soft, inviting. She tried not to cry. She still had his pale face in her mind, his blood on her hands and to see him now, sitting up and even smiling made her feel so relieved.

"Hey." He patted the space beside his good arm and she moved to sit down on his bed, resting her head on his good shoulder. She felt his arm wrap around her, securing her there. After everything they had been through, everything that he had build up to get away from her just crumbled in a second.

"I was so scared." Quinn whispered, her eyes closing as she listened to the steady beep on the heart monitor. That's all she needed, to listen to that noise to tell her that he was perfectly okay.

"You did well." Sam murmured. "Really well." Quinn just nodded, trying not to cry but eventually did, her tears staining his hospital gown. "Hey, hey." Sam whispered, making Quinn look up at him. When she opened her eyes she was met with his bright blue eyes. "Don't cry. I'm fine." Quinn sat up, shaking her head as he kept her eyes on him.

"Sam you almost died." He rolled his eyes, dismissing her but Quinn shook her head and put her hands on his arm. Her fingers felt the bulge of his bicep.

"You worked it out, didn't you?" He murmured after noticing Quinn's sudden change in behaviour. Quinn just bit her lip, nodding. "So what do you think?"

"I think you're stupid." Quinn muttered and Sam laughed, shaking his head. "I think you're stupid for not coming for me and telling me what happened."

"And what would you say? What would you have done?" He questioned her. Quinn's jaw went slack. "You would act all self righteous and tell me you're not worth it." Sam murmured quietly, his hand moving to rest on her hip. Quinn just let out a sigh; it would have been exactly what she would have done. Quinn reached forward, pushing a strand of his hair back. She could feel his eyes watching her.

"I would rather have you than have nothing Quinn. I know that now. I was stupid to think different." Sam murmured as he watched her. Quinn just swallowed, moving down to rest her head against his good shoulder again. She tucked her knees in against his side.

"You were such an asshole." Quinn muttered and Sam let out a chuckle, rubbing her side gently.

"I know. I'm sorry." Quinn inhaled. She had to tell him. She had to tell him what had happened with Puck, because he definitely knew something happened. She had to give him all the pain now so they could heal.

"I slept with Puck." Quinn kept her eyes closed tightly, waiting to feel him stiffen or tell her to get out of his bed. She could imagine it now, being casted out as a whore that hooked up with attendings and other interns.

"I know. I deserved it." He said calmly. Quinn opened her eyes and looked up, resting her chin on his shoulder. He was looking up at the ceiling, his breath coming out in heavy sighs. "I never meant to hurt you."

"I know." Quinn murmured, trailing her fingers across his chest. She could feel how toned he was under the gown. He turned to look at her, catching her hand with his good one.

"I fell for you. I fell really hard." Sam murmured. Quinn brought their hands up to her lips and kissed his palm. She watched her, letting out a sigh. "You know what this means."

"I don't care."
"You should care, your career just started." Quinn shook her head, moving to prop her chin on his good shoulder. She kept hold of his hand in both of hers.

"I don't care." Quinn murmured, closing her eyes.

Sam watched as Quinn slowly drifted off to sleep. He tugged the blanket so that it was covering both of him and Quinn snaked her leg in between one of his, clinging to his good side. Sam kept her there, his arm firmly wrapped around her waist as she kept her head against his shoulder.

She had slept with Puck, to get over him. He had acted like an asshole and he didn't deserve her, he didn't at all, but now he's lying with her in front of everyone and he couldn't care one bit. He would apply at another hospital; he would do anything to make sure that he could have something with her. To be with her. To have her.

The door opened and his face didn't fall like it would have over an hour ago, he kept strong. The Chief walked in, his eyes assessing Quinn's sleeping form before turning to look at Sam. Sam felt like he about to be shot again. To get fired. They couldn't fire a guy that nearly died, right?

"Spit it out, Chief." Sam murmured, his hand firmly wrapped around Quinn's sleeping form.

"I think you're making a mistake. You're both making a mistake." Sam turned to look at Quinn, a small smile playing on his lips. He ran his hand over her hair, catching a strand in between his fingers.

"She saved me, Chief." Sam murmured, his eyes still on Quinn before looking up at him. Chief Brown's eyes were emotionless and his jaw was slightly clenched. Sam narrowed his eyes him, his expression hard. "I don't care about getting Chief. I'll earn it when I earn it, but for now, right now, I'm fine where I am." Sam murmured, turning back to Quinn who was snoring quietly against his shoulder.

"Don't let it get to where I am, Evans. Don't let the cutting take over." The Chief said before exiting the room, leaving Sam sitting and wondering what he was talking about. He never talked about his personal life. Sam knew that he was married… or divorced, he never asked, plus no one ever planned on asking for the fear of being mauled by the bear in him.

Sam sighed, for the first time he felt happy in his life. He had a girl that loved him and that he loved back. He wasn't letting her go, because this was his chance first chance in a long time that he could be happy.

He looked down at his hand, swallowing when he tried to move it, but found no response.

It was going to be a long few weeks.

Ugh really not my best sorry! Tell me how bad it is in the reviews, hah!