Whew; sorry for that month long hiatus. Busy, busy, busy me… well okay not really, I've just been lazy. So this chapter is a little rushed, just trying to give you guys something to read. So I sincerely apologize for the quality, I just needed to get the hospital stuff out of the way so we can build up a faberry relationship. Please review, favorite, alert, it keeps writers like me going. Enjoy.
"This just in ladies and gentlemen: We here at E News have just gotten exclusive information on the sudden breakup between pop-star Rachel Berry and actor Finn Hudson. It is apparent that the night of the Grammy's Rachel and Finn had a fight backstage. Rachel Berry was viciously colorful with her choice of words towards Finn, even causing him to cry-" I clicked the TV off on frustration, leaving the reporter's words hanging in midair. I could feel all the hurt and anger replaying in my head from last night, and Finn's angry face will forever be etched in my memory. The way he screamed at me, the way he pushed me, and punched me; I could handle all of that; but when he went after Quinn... I just couldn't bare to think about it anymore.
The stories had been brewing all day, and all the lies had been building up, making Finn and I both look bad. But seriously, I didn't have time to worry about the rest of the world; all I cared about was the small blonde sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed. I stood up and walked over to the girl, her closed eyes were each blackened with bruises. I held her small hands in mind and I cried silently to myself. "Quinn, I am so sorry I put you through this." I whispered. "I am so sorry you had the misfortune of meeting me and having to save me. I'm so, so sorry Quinn..."
I had been sitting in the waiting room for what seemed like an eternity, watching as the clock slowly ticked away the time. It had been two whole hours since Quinn was taken by the doctors to the operating room. Nobody was answering my questions, and that made me very nervous. Every ten minutes, I would walk up to the front desk and ask for any progress, but the lady just mumbled 'no's back at me. I don't know who to call for Quinn; a mother, father, aunt, somebody. Quinn never mentioned in the short time that we were together her family.
But how could she? We had only met 48 hours ago, and during that time it was all about me. Me and my problems, me and my life. I don't even know a thing about her besides her name, and that she is the prettiest girl I have ever met. The guilt I am feeling is eating me up inside. This girl could die because of me. She is innocent; she didn't do anything but walk into a room and saw that Finn was hitting me. I hate myself for dragging Quinn with me to Finn's house, I hated for making her tag along, for staying with her. If I hadn't met her, Quinn would be alive and well right now, and not with a huge stab wound her in stomach.
"Quinn Fabray?" A doctor asked out to the waiting area. I reluctantly stood up and brushed away my tears.
"Yes, Hi, I'm Quinn's..." What should I call myself, friend? Roommate? "I'm Quinn's friend." I mumble to the doctor.
He looked at me skeptically. "Aren't you Rachel Berry? The famous-"
"Yes." I cut him off angrily. I didn't want anybody fawning over me at the moment. I don't care about any of that; all I care was that Quinn was okay.
"Doesn't Quinn have her mother, father, and some family member here?"
"No, just me." I shrug my shoulders, not really sure what to say. The doctor nods slightly, taking in what I just said.
"Whelp, follow me then..."
We walked together through the huge double doors that separated the waiting room from the emergency hall. He led me down the length of the hallway until we reached the last door on the right. "Just a warning, this might be a little hard to take in..." He said before pushing the door open, revealing a very lifeless Quinn hooked up to a machine...
Quinn had to receive a blood transfusion, making up for the large amount of blood she lost. The doctors stitched back up the stab wound in surgery and gave her pain medication, and now she was on recovery from the surgery.
My mind was racing, thinking of all the stuff that went down in a span of 48 hours. This rapid change in my life was overwhelming, and I knew I couldn't stay with Quinn much longer, I had things to take care of, but I just couldn't leave Quinn in this state. I barely know the girl, but the way she took a beating for me... it means everything to me.
...
"Rachel?" A low groan woke me up me up from my daze. I had fallen asleep at Quinn's side, still clutching onto her hand. "Rach?" I blink the sleep away from my eyes to see Quinn's beautiful hazel eyes staring at me.
"Quinn, you're all right." I sigh in relief.
"Yeah, I'm all right. Why are you here? Why am I in the hospital?" There was a touch of panic in her voice, and it made my heart break even more. I was the reason she was here. I couldn't help myself, and I started to cry, yet again. "Did Finn hurt you again?"
"I'm more worried about you than I am me..." I laugh at her concern for me, even in the hospital; this girl is still putting me before herself.
Quinn looked up at me with soft eyes. "Rachel, I'm sorry... this wasn't supposed to happen."
I looked at the girl confused. I had no idea what she was apologizing for. She wasn't the one with the abusive fiancé that caused her to be in the hospital. Once again, my stomach felt sick with grief. "There's nothing for you to apologize for. I should be the one apologizing Quinn. I'm sorry you ever met me. I'm sorry I put you through this. I'm sorry-"
Before I knew it, I was crying again. Sobbing into Quinn's chest, while she whispered words into my ear. "It's fine Rachel, really." She pulled my face up to look at her. Her hazel eyes read with such fierceness, and I choked back my tears. "Okay, let's make a deal. No more sorrys, from either of us. Deal?"
"Deal." I smile at her.
...4 days later...
"Thanks for staying with me in the hospital." Quinn says to me gratefully as we walk to the hospital exit. We are on our way back to Quinn's apartment now that she has been released, and she is finally regaining her strength back. Her wound is closed now and she can walk again without being in too much pain. Things these past few days have been rough, and I was ready to get my life back on track again. I just didn't know where to start.
"Anytime Quinn." I reply with a smile as I hold open the door for her.
Immediately we are met with shouts and flashing of cameras. "RACHEL! RACHEL!-" "IS IT TRUE THAT YOU HIT FINN IN THE HEAD WITH A SHOVEL?" "ARE YOU CALLING OFF THE ENGAGEMENT?" "WHERE'S FINN?" "WHY ARE YOU LEAVING FINN?" "WHO'S THIS?" "IS SHE THE PERSON YOU'RE HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH?"
Questions and accusations were being fired at me from every angle. I stopped and looked around at all the hungry reporters, all shoving their cameras and microphones in my face, shoving them in Quinn's face. I could feel my anger bubbling up inside of me. I just wanted them all to go away; I just wanted everything from my past to go away.
I clenched my teeth, and grabbed Quinn by the hand and dragged her through the parking lot. 'No comment.' were the only words I muttered until I found our taxi that the hospital had set up to bring us home. I opened the door and politely nudged Quinn inside. As soon as she was seated, I slammed the door and ran around to the other side and got in. "Drive." I grumbled, and the taxi sped off away from the parking lot, leaving the reports behind in a cloud of dust.
My fists were wound into tight balls, trying to keep my anger hidden from Quinn. She didn't need to deal with this crap right now; she shouldn't have to deal with my crap right now.
"Rach..." Quinn said in a soothing tone. Crap. Way to keep it obvious Berry. She laid her hand on my thigh gently. I looked down at the spot where she touched me and I smiled a bit. Quinn touching me felt good, it was so gentle, unlike whenever Finn would lay his hands on me.
I rested my hand on top of hers and forced a smile. "I'm sorry. I didn't know that they were going to be there."
"Don't apologize, you're a star, and pretty big on the Hollywood news right now. I don't expect them to go away anytime soon."
I realized that, of course, Quinn was right. I nodded appreciatively at her and suddenly I was enveloped into a hug. At first my body froze at the contact, but gently warmed my way into Quinn's arms and relaxed.
"You're so nice. Why are you so nice to me?" I asked into her shoulder.
"It's because we're friends. Best friends. Right?" I could feel her smiling, and I knew she was genuine.
"Right." I squeezed her tighter. My first real friend.
Chapter 5 Preview: back at the Fabray apartment, we finally get to learn more about our favorite blonde.