You get to see Sam's POV this time, something I haven't done since like chapter 4… I think. Hah. I'm sorry about the bad updating, I'm going to lock myself in my room and do so much one day so I can have it weekly for you guys! Just a little busy with uni and stuff, but thanks for still reading and commenting.

This chapter is a little jumpy, so please bear with me!

Chapter 8

"Heartlines"

"What the hell is wrong with you?" She heard Santana say before Quinn straightened up and wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin she had stashed in her doctors coat. The nurse that held the bucket gave her an annoyed look before walking off.

Quinn couldn't care less what the nurse thought because she can't be pregnant. She can't. She saw Sam looking at her and they had promised each other to not do that. To not look, to not have any lingering stares but she could see the concern in his eyes when she doubled over. She could either crush his world or she could crush her own. Either way, she was already feeling the weight of it all starting to appear in front of her eyes.

She grabbed Santana by the wrist then and tugged her to the storage room. She locked it behind her and went to the shelves. She heard Santana gearing up to get stuck into her behind her.

"Q? What the fuck are you doing?" There we go.

"Just shut up!" Quinn whispered, trying to find the blood taking kit. She finally found it and started to tape up her arm before looking up at Santana.

"Please." Quinn said and Santana looked down at her, her eyes narrowing.

"No. What is this?"

"I've got morning sickness and I'm late. Now, can you please take it?" Santana's face fell for a moment before she nodded, took the needle and made Quinn sit down. Santana was very good, finding a vein on the first try and it was done in a few seconds.

"Quinn what are you going to do?" Santana finally asked after a few minutes of silence as she wrapped Quinn up. Quinn had no idea. She had to figure out if she actually was pregnant and wasn't sick or something stupid like that.

"You know what happens." Quinn murmured as she pulled on her doctor's coat, heading out the door with the small vial of blood in her pocket. A pregnant intern is something you never see. They find it ten times harder to keep up, they're worked harder and none of them really make it anywhere after they've had the baby. For Quinn, she wasn't prepared to throw away all she had worked up for.

"You need to talk to him." Santana hissed in her ear and Quinn sighed, stopping to look over at her.

"Santana. I appreciate what you're trying to do but I can't. I can't and I will not, so, please, don't tell anyone." Quinn said and Santana just pursed her lips. Quinn sighed and squeezed her hand before walking off in the direction of pathology so she could hand in her vial. She handed it to them before heading to the cafeteria. She couldn't do work today. She couldn't.

Quinn grabbed a small salad and sat down by herself in the corner, picking at it. The others would be doing rounds and she really couldn't care less. She was having an off day. She could just have one day to herself. To think about the possibilities of her immediate future. Of someone else's immediate future.

"Quinn." She looked up and it was Rachel, her hands in her pockets. She was wearing one of those weird pink scrunchies in her hair and it really annoyed Quinn at this exact moment.

"What?" Quinn muttered, annoyed at her presence. Well, she wasn't really in the mood to talk to anyone and that fact that it was Rachel of all people seemed to make her a bit… annoyed. She heard Rachel huff and sit down.

"You missed rounds." Quinn just chewed. It was a stupid comment to make. "Sam asked about you." That made Quinn swallow, hard.
"I'm just sick." Quinn murmured with food in her mouth. Rachel slid her hand over Quinn's, holding it steady. Quinn froze.

"Quinn." Rachel's voice was sort of soft, but concerned at the same time. It was one of those moments where Rachel Berry was scarily accurate at reading your emotions. Quinn was always the one to never show them, but somehow, Rachel saw right through it.

"I'm having an off day." Quinn murmured, careful about choosing her words.

"Does this have anything to do with the fact you're late?" Quinn almost dropped her fork. How the hell does this girl know that shit? "Quinn your boobs are bigger."

Quinn wasn't sure whether to laugh or to be a bit concerned about the fact the Rachel Berry had been staring at her boobs, also combining with the fact that she knew that she was late. Rachel Berry was either a stalker or a personal creep.

"Okay Rachel… all that stuff you just said there. Just a little creepy." Quinn murmured as she started to pack up and Rachel just sighed.

"Does he know?"

"No, of course not. I'm not even sure myself, god." Quinn muttered as she stood, walking over to the bin to throw her stuff away. Rachel was right behind her.

"He's leaving soon."

"He doesn't get an opinion in this." Quinn murmured as she walked to the locker rooms, deciding that she should go back to work. She just had to ignore Sam and get blood work back as soon as possible whilst checking up on her gazillion patients.

"Of course he does!" Quinn whipped around, feeling rage boil up in her.

"He's leaving me! He decided that he didn't need me and that I wasn't enough for him to stay. You think a baby could possibly change that?" Quinn whisper yelled, her hand gripping the door of her locker harder then she really should.

"You can't keep it from him." Rachel said after a few moments of silence. Quinn was pretty sure she looked a tad crazy.

"Keep what from who?" Quinn almost blurted out, for fucks sake! But instead she kept her cool as she took in a deep breath. Of course he had to come in.

"This is the intern's locker room, what are you doing here?" Quinn said as she shut her door, her voice coming out sharp and breathless. She turned to face him and god she was about to melt Sam was wearing one of his white button down shirts that just happened to fit him just a bit tightly and pair of gray pants. He looked so professional and it startled Quinn.

"I'm a resident, I can do whatever I want." Sam retorted and Quinn rolled her eyes, grabbing her doctor's coat and slid it on.

"I have work." She muttered and made her way out of the locker room, just remembering that Rachel was in there as well.

"I'm leaving. Tonight." Quinn froze and that feeling of everything crashing upon her was suddenly upon her again. Flashes of their moment together in the on call room suddenly flashed to her mind as well then the thoughts of the baby, his face when she told him. She shook her head to rid the thoughts and took a deep breath, turning to look at Rachel who was sort of nodding at him.

"Bye." Quinn said, not even giving Sam a second glance as she opened the door and walked as quickly as she could out of there. She could feel Rachel at her side, ready to start some ridiculous speech that Quinn had no intention of listening to.

"Quinn, Sam-" Quinn spun around and grabbed Rachel by the arm, holding her close so that she didn't have to talk so loudly.

"Remember what I said back there. I know you're trying to help, but this is already fucking complicated as it is. I just need to do work." Quinn said, her eyes piercing into Rachel's. "Understand?"

"Completely." Rachel whispered and Quinn nodded, turning away and heading to her first patient.

It was finally knock off time and Quinn stood on the overpass watching doctors and nurses alike say bye to Sam below. He looked so handsome, he looked so much older than he really was, but he looked so sad. Maybe he looked sad or maybe he looked happy. Quinn wasn't quite sure what she wanted him to be, so her perception of him was a little ruined.

Quinn wanted to run her fingers through his hair. Tug it, smell it, just to feel it. Just to feel him and yet here she was, letting him go. Without knowledge that it was his baby. That a baby existed. A baby that would his eyes and their blonde hair. A baby that was probably a child prodigy. She shook her head and pulled out the piece of paper then, telling her the test results. She sure was pregnant and had the blood work to prove it. Just the question was did she want it? Would he want it?

Quinn watched as Sam walked off into the parking lot, disappearing out of the hospital and her view was blocked. That moment then was when Quinn decided she couldn't let him leave without saying something. He wouldn't think that she was just saying stuff to make him stay, right? No. He was smarter than that.

Quinn did her hair in a ponytail and made her way downstairs, ducking and weaving through patients and visitors. She had no time to muddle around with them so she tried to get past them as quickly as humanly possible. She ran out to the parking lot to see Sam already pulling out onto the main road in his expensive European car. She groaned and looked around, spotting Santana walking with Brittany.

"I need you." Quinn said as she ran over to them and Santana frowned. "I need to get to the airport before he goes." Santana exchanged a glance with Brittany and when she looked back at Quinn it was a look mixed with happiness and sadness. Brittany nodded, walking over to a modest SUV and Quinn jumped in the back, suddenly feeling so small.

Quinn hadn't fought for much in her life. Most of it had been given to her. Well, she had worked hard to get into this program, but she had a good home life. She had money to fall back on and she had friends back home, but as she sat in the back of the SUV she was now fighting for someone else. She was now fighting for this small foetus growing inside her and also for a small part she was fighting for herself. She didn't want to sound corny, but she was also fighting for love. Something she had never really looked for, let alone wanted while she focused on her career, but once she tasted it she didn't want anything different. She didn't care. She could become a teacher or something, but it didn't matter because all that mattered was Sam.

They managed to catch up to his car when they got to the airport and watched as he handed his keys over to a valet and he headed inside. Quinn had to scurry out of her seat, jump out and head towards where he was going, but was confronted with three lanes of traffic. She called his name once, twice and three times before he was gone into the double doors. Essentially disappearing from her life. Then Quinn made a dash, ignoring everything else as she focused solely on Sam, but didn't manage to see the white Mercedes, flying through a pedestrian crossing and right in the direction of Quinn.

Sam didn't hear anything, but he was confused when a commotion of people started to make their way out of the airport. Sam turned then, really unsure as to whether he should look or continue on to his flight. Maybe they needed a doctor. He couldn't just walk away. He kept his luggage close to him as he made his way out the double doors to see Brittany and Santana running towards the crowd. What were they doing here? His eyes focused then on the body the crowd was huddled around. The blonde hair he had dreamt about so frequently was suddenly right in front of him.

"Sam!" He dropped everything and ran, his heart pounding as Brittany called him. He dropped to his knees on the road, his hands unsure as to where to start. Quinn had a gash across her forehead and was leading into her hairline. The blood was obstructing his gaze and he couldn't really tell the extent of the damage. His eyes continued down her body and then he saw blood. It was starting to dribble down the inside of her thighs, staining her scrubs. Quinn screamed out then, averting his gaze and he saw her hands fly to her stomach.

"Quinn!" Sam called out and Quinn's eyes met his. All he saw was pain… and something else.

"I can't…" Quinn whispered and he leant over, putting his hand on her cheek.

"You're gonna be okay. Just hold on." He watched as she looked over, her eyes meeting Santana's and Sam was unsure as to what was happening. Quinn started to cry then. Santana just grabbed her hand, letting Brittany work on Quinn and Sam's eyes kept flickering between the two as he patched up her arm.

Then as the EMT's came Sam helped her onto the stretcher, he made a move to get in before Brittany did. Sam was about to protest before Santana pulled him away, a pained look on her face.

"I need to tell you something and you need to be ready, okay?"

xx

Santana, Brittany, Rachel, Sam and Quinn's sister Frannie, who was in town for the week, all sat outside in the waiting room, waiting for any news. It'd been three hours and there was nothing.

On the ride to the hospital, Santana told Sam the news. The news that Quinn was so scared to tell and held it off until the wrong possible moment. The news that would define who he was.

Sam didn't even know how to feel, let alone he barely had the time to figure out his feelings. He had just spent the last ten minutes trying to save Quinn's life and now he had to think about the thought he just lost a child he might've even know he had? He loved Quinn with the whole of his heart and to have something with her felt perfect, but to have it lost made him feel empty again.

Sam felt lost, most of all. He didn't know why he was leaving, he didn't know why he thought he might not have a reason to stay, but as he sat in the hospital waiting room all Sam felt was that he wasn't going anywhere.

"Miss Fabray?" Sam's head snapped up at the sound of it, he was so attuned to her name that he was used to responding to it. He stood from his corner and walked to where Frannie and the rest were sitting.

"How is she?" Sam turned to look at Frannie, he hadn't really noticed her until just then. He was sort of in his own world.

Frannie was definitely the opposite of Quinn. She was beautiful, not as beautiful as Quinn, but she seemed to be sort of… less driven. She seemed a bit content as to where she was and what Sam could see that their relationship wasn't the greatest. Frannie seemed a little too… scared and he saw that with patients and their families when they had spent too much time apart.

Her doctor was the Chief, of course, and all the residents had pulled in together to try help her. Sam wasn't allowed on the case and so weren't the rest of the gang that were sitting outside. Brittany was allowed to go in, but she decided staying outside would be the best decision.

Chief Brown sat Frannie down and Sam moved to sit on the coffee table in front of them, Santana hovering behind him. His palms were sweating and he could see the bead of sweat slowing falling down the Chief's brow.

"Quinn suffered a blow to the head and stomach. At the moment, she's been put into a medical coma because of her injuries. She had a bleed, in her brain, but that's been stopped. Unfortunately the baby was too young to be saved." Sam looked down just as the Chief looked up at him, his emotions too hard to hide at the moment. "She will make a recovery, but it may be a long one. Her bleed might come back, we don't know. It's all a matter of time." He felt the Chief's hand on his shoulder and it was the first physical contact he'd had since the accident.

"Can I see her?" Frannie's asked, her voice flooding the silence. Sam looked up as the Chief nodded. Family first, always and Sam knew at that moment he had to respect it. He sat back down on the chair, running his hand through his sandy hair and tried to prepare him for what he might see when he did go visit her.

Sam walked behind everyone as they walked towards Quinn's room. He had no idea what he wanted, where he wanted to go and he stood with a sea of people around him he just knew he wanted Quinn. That's all he cared about and the troubling thing for him is that Quinn had to go through a horrifying accident for him to realise it. The only thing he knew was that he wasn't going to leave her, not anymore.

Also I just read over this and realised there is a bit of slang that you might not understand except I really don't know how to put it… in direct terms if you know what I mean… anyway I apologise if it doesn't make too sense.