The next day Quinn awoke to the sound of Puck's arguing voice. She listened as she kept her eyes clenched shut, not wanting to wake up properly and embrace the day. Even through her closed eyes she could feel the bright light of the sun streaming across the room and it irritated her head. The previous day, she had had a CT scan, and it hadn't picked up any severe head injuries, but it didn't mean her head still didn't pound. She tried to focus on the words that were racing out of Puck's mouth as he tried to argue as quietly as possible, but with who?
"I don't care if you think it's the best for her. You've pushed her too far already." Puck argued back. "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" Puck yelled out, before biting his lip trying to keep his tone quiet to not wake Quinn. "She isn't handling this, you don't know her, so you wouldn't know. You DON'T know Quinn, I do. She won't do something she doesn't want too."
"I understand Mr Puckerman, but we feel that to help Quinn heal these are things we need to do." The voice argued back.
"She wouldn't even drink yesterday, so I somehow don't think she is ready for an operation. You can't- you can't just assume someone is going to do something. Have you ever thought about how scared she is?"
Quinn held her breath slightly as she heard the word operation. What? She didn't need an operation; her CT scan had come up clear. What the hell was going on?
The voice was trying to reason with Puck. "So you think we should let her suffer?"
"NO. That's not what I'm saying." Puck paused. "Please, just give her a few more days to get used to the situation. She was hyperventilating yesterday because she is so scared. Please. Give it a few days, and then we can discuss it with her, right now, she just needs rest and to accept what has happened."
"I'm her doctor; I think I should be in charge of her care."
"Just because you are her doctor, doesn't mean you know what is best. She had nightmares last night, fucking nightmares, and you want to make her even more scared by telling her she needs an operation. How is this going to help? Tell me how that is going to help keep her calm, rest and heal." Puck debated.
"How is leaving it going to help? You think about that! Think about how you could be making things worse for her! For her and the baby." The doctor argued back. "I've got other patients to see, I'll be back in an hour to talk with Miss Fabray." Puck swore under his breath as the doctor left the room.
Moments later Quinn opened her eyes in her bed to see Puck pacing the room, his hand racing continuously through his mohawk. When he looked over to the bed and saw her awake, he smiled broadly, removing all worry from his face.
"Morning babe, how you feeling?" He reached over to the girl leant down and kissed her cheek. "How is the pain? You hydrated?" He bombarded her with questions.
"I'm alright." She murmured softly, pondering whether to bring up the conversation she had just heard or not. Puck sat down on the chair next to her bed and reached over to the table and grabbed the glass of water and pushed it towards her. Quinn shook her head. "No, i-I not now."
Puck raised his eyebrow. "Why Quinn? Why won't you drink any water?"
Just as she was about to answer there was a knock on the door, Puck sighed before calling out for the person to come in. The door opened and watched as Mike Chang walked in.
"Hey I hope its not too early." Mike said as he cautiously walked in. "You okay Quinn?"
Quinn nodded and smiled at Mike, thankful for the interruption. "It's not too early." Mike walked over to the bed and handed Quinn some chocolates.
"I figured, everyone can eat chocolate anytime- even when they are fraz- oh god, unwell. Sorry I didn't…" Mike started to apologise and Quinn smiled, "no its okay. Don't apologise." Puck sat and listened to the conversation feeling slightly irritated, now wasn't the time for visitors. He needed to work out what was wrong with Quinn before the doctor returned.
"So Quinn, what are your big hospital plans for today girl?" Mike asked jokingly.
Quinn laughed, "Well you know, lie in bed, maybe sit up if I'm feeling brave." She laughed again. "Thanks for coming and just being, well you, you are helping me a lot."
Mike smiled and reached out to hold her hand. "It's okay. No-one deserves what happened to you, and I, I'm here for you always. From one fellow awesome dancer to another. Even if you are dancing with an expanding stomach." Mike laughed, Quinn joined in the laughter feeling very relaxed.
"So Mike," Puck cut in, feeling slightly jealous, "what are your plans today?"
"No plans." Mike responded quickly. "Was just gonna hang around until unwanted and then, dance the night away."
"Well, maybe not too long, Quinn needs her rest." Puck answered in a serious tone. "In fact, maybe you need some rest now Q."
"I've only just woken up." She retorted, groaning slightly. "Bed rest is hideous."
"Bed rest is necessary. Besides, rest will be good, especially as the doctor will be round in a minute." Puck responded. He kissed her cheek again, needing to show Mike that he was in charge around here, not him.
Mike could feel things growing awkward, "That's okay Quinn. I'll leave you to rest- don't want to be here when the doctor arrives. I'll come see you soon okay babe. Rest up." Mike said, before hugging Quinn lightly and walking out of the room. As he left Quinn closed her eyes, not wanting to talk to Puck. She was enjoying her time with Mike and he'd cut it unnecessarily short.
"Rest up babe." Puck said. "The doctor will be here soon."