Hola. This chapter is going to take place entirely at the hospital where Puck, Tina, and Artie are worrying about Quinn, but Quinn just wants all of them to shut-up.

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Glee, but if Ryan Murphy wanted to give it to me, then I wouldn't complain.

Puck's POV

I was staring at Quinn, who was sleeping in her hospital bed, when Tina and Artie came walking and rolling into the room. For the first time in hours, I tore my eyes away from Quinn.

"Hey Tina, hey Artie. She's asleep right now, so we're all going to have to whisper," I said softly.

"Hey Puck. How are you holding up?" whispered Artie as he and Tina moved up closer. Tina sat in the chair across from me and Wheels parked himself next to her.

"I've been better," I said.

"Is she OK? What happened?" asked Tina who was seemingly growing more worried about her friend by the second.

"Her doctor's been running a bunch of tests to try and figure out what's wrong with her. I brought her in last night because she nearly collapsed and she had a temperature of 105. It's a good thing I chose to grab her and attack her with the thermometer, because that woman fought me through the whole ideal. 'I'm fine, Puck, don't worry so much.' Artie, take this as a lesson. Never trust a woman when she says she's fine," I mumbled.

"I'm sure she'll be OK," said Artie in the most reassuring tone he could manage.

"Yeah, she's Quinn. She'll be fine," said Tina, but I could tell she was more worried than what she showed with her words. A calm Tina would've called me out on the 'sexism' at the end of my speech.

"Hey guys, how long have I been asleep?"

We all jumped and wondered how long Quinn had been awake and if she had been listening to our conversation.

"Guys?" asked Quinn with a very scratchy voice that sounded as if it would give out.

"There you are," I sighed and then bent over and kissed her cheek before continuing, "You passed out on the way to the hospital, woke up, and then went back to sleep because I made you. How are you feeling?"

"Hospital? That explains why the walls are white, and since I'm here, it explains why the walls are spinning. What happened?"

"Well, I could tell that you've been a little off lately and that last night you were sick, but you kept saying that you were fine. Then you almost collapsed and I freaked out, but you once again said you were fine. I knew that you were lying and so I grabbed you and forced the thermometer into your mouth. You had a 105 fever, so I drove you to the ER. The doctor's running some tests to try and figure out why you're so sick," I explained.

"Oh, I remember now. Wait, where's Beth?" asked Quinn, who was starting to panic.

"You need to relax, Quinn. Beth is with Rachel and Jesse. She's fine. Figures that you would be in the hospital and be worrying about someone else. But really, you need to relax. And you never answered my question about how you're feeling, besides saying that the walls are spinning."

She just groaned in response. I sighed, feeling utterly useless. Poor Quinn was feeling horrible and I couldn't do anything about it. Tina, in a motherly gesture, put the back of her hand on Quinn's forehead.

"You're still burning up, Quinn," she said.

I put my hand on her forehead and frowned in agreement.

"Artie wins a cookie for not touching me," said Quinn.

"Yay! I win a cookie!" cheered a sarcastic Artie, who was desperately trying to paint a smile across our faces, especially Tina's.

"Congratulations, Abrams. Good decision in not laying a hand on my girlfriend. The only reason Tina gets to touch her is because she's a girl, and I don't think Quinn and Tina go for that kind of thing," I muttered.

"Puck, you are such an idiot," growled Quinn.

"I agree," seconded a suddenly passionate Tina.

"Don't take it personally, Puck. Tina thinks the same thing about me. As long as we have our sex appeal, we're fine," chuckled Artie.

"Ah, the Puckasaurus doesn't have to worry, but I'd lose the suspenders, kid," I said.

Normally, Wheels would have bit back, but I think he was being sympathetic because my girlfriend was in the hospital.

We were silent for a few minutes until Quinn whimpered.

"What's wrong?" asked Artie, Tina, and I in panic.

"Calm down, I'm-

"Please don't say fine," pleaded Tina.

"Don't even think of lying right now, honey," I seconded.

"We're not going to believe you," piped up Artie.

"Will you all just shut up? It's not that bad-OW! Oh, OK," gasped Quinn.

"What hurts, Quinn?" I asked, brushing the hair off her face.

"Everything," she panted.

"Oh my gosh," whispered Tina.

"Quinn…" whispered Artie.

"God Quinn, you're feeling worse than I thought. I wish I could help, but I don't know how," I said while gently wiping away the tears streaming down her cheeks.

"It's OK, it's not your fault, Puck. All of you, don't worry. Please," she pleaded.

"Not worry?" asked Artie and Tina skeptically.

"Quinn, don't even try telling us that," I growled. How could she be telling us not to worry?

"Seriously, I was just being overdramatic. I'm fine," she said, trying to put strength in her words, but failing. She was very weak, and it scared me.

"Fine? Quinn, you're in the hospital! How could you possibly be fine?" I shouted.

Everyone was silent after my outburst.

"Puck, I-

"No, I'm sorry Quinn. God, I'm really sorry. I shouldn't be yelling. It's just that I'm really worried about you," I apologized.

"It's OK, Puck. And I'm sorry too," she whispered.

"Why in the world are you sorry?" I asked.

"For worrying you and for saying I'm fine."

"It's not your fault that you're sick, Quinn, so don't be sorry for that. And I'm not mad at you. As I said, I'm just worried. I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Aww!" cooed Tina.

"That's one word for it," mumbled Artie.

"In the nicest way possible, can you all please just shut-up? That includes you too Puck," said Quinn, "my head really hurts and everything is still spinning, so I'd appreciate it if everyone would just be quiet."

"OK."

"Sure."

"Of course, Quinn."

We were all quiet until her doctor came strolling into the room.

"Quinn Fabray?" asked the doctor.

"Yes?" she asked quietly.

"I've figured out what's been making you so sick. You're going to have to stay with us at the hospital for at least a couple of days for treatment."

"Is she going to be OK?"

"Her condition is serious but curable, and the life expectancy is very high in her situation."

"What's wrong with me?"

Another cliffhanger, just because I love you all so much. Don't you just love me?