The doctor had visited about an hour ago and now Quinn was led in her bed, her mind full of worries that she didn't even know how to express. An operation? Oh dear lord. Now she understood what Puck had been arguing about, she only wished that he had won that particular fight.
-x-
Despite the fact that Quinn was laying in her bed with her eyes closed, Puck knew she wasn't asleep. Her breathing was yet to even out, and her eyes flickered occasionally. Quinn may think he was fooled, but Puck most definitely wasn't. He knew Quinn. He also knew when to not push her, and he knew this was now. He merely kept hold of her hand, and tried to comfort her, even though she was blocking him out.
-x-
"Quinn," the doctor said, "please can you say something, just so I know you understand what I'm trying to say to you." Puck furrowed his eyebrows at the doctor, he needed to piss off and leave them alone.
"I understand perfectly. My leg is disgusting, and, an-nd your going to have to do an operation and sort it and shit, I get it. Everything in this world is fucking fucked up!" Quinn replied angrily. Puck rubbed her arm trying to soothe her.
"Quinn, I understand this news is troubling, but you will be okay." The doctor answered.
"Oh yeah, I'm absolutely fabulous." She murmured sarcastically. Today was just not going her way, and it seemed like nothing she said would make it right, so why be positive? Why even try?
"Sweetie, you will be okay." Puck added, smiling sympathetically at the girl who was clearly getting upset, he could already see tears brimming in her eyes. Puck's head snapped towards the doctor, "I told you to not tell her yet. I asked you to give her some time!"
"She needs to know."
"Not yet she doesn't. You aren't doing the procedure for a week. A WEEK. Why ruin her day? For fucks sake." Puck argued.
"You know what!" Quinn said loudly. "I need you," she pointed at the doctor, "to get out and give me some time to process. I also need you, " she pointed at Puck, "to sit quietly, hold my hand, and I'm going to sleep for a while." Quinn ordered and watched as the two men quietly agreed and did as they were told.
-x-
After thought-processing with her eyes closed for about an hour Quinn decided it was probably time to face the music. She opened one eye, sussing out the room. It was empty. That was weird, she couldn't remember Puck leaving the room. Sighing softly, she opened the other eye and winced as she moved slightly in the bed so she was a little more upright. Quinn looked down and saw some of the burns on her arms and shuddered, they were vile. She was vile. She was a disgusting girl, a pregnant girl, who was so gross she needed it fixed by an operation. "DAMN IT." Quinn yelled and smacked her hand down on the bed, wincing as pain shooted up through it. Tears poured out of her eyes as pain seared through her arms.
Quinn had been crying only for about a minute when a frantic Puck raced through the door.
"I heard you call out Quinn, are you okay?" He ran over to Quinn, who was most frankly a wreck. Her body was shaking, her hair messed up and her eyes were red and bloodshot, tears flowing out of them. Quinn was so upset she didn't notice the presence of Emma Pilsbury who had followed Puck into the room.
"I-i-uh-i." Quinn spoke out, unable to form words she was so upset. Puck embraced her in a hug as he once again tried to calm her down.
"Ssh baby its okay." He rubbed her back gently as she began to calm down. As she calmed down, her words began to come out more coherently. "No operation, please, Puck, please." She whispered, still gasping out for air.
Puck whispered into her ear, "Don't worry about that. Calm down first, then we'll talk about it okay?" He waited for her to nod at him, before he coached her slowly through her breathing, encouraging her to take deep breaths in and out until her breathing was calm. He pushed her hair off her now-sweaty forehead and took a seat next to her on the bed. Her head rested into his chest, as she curled up into a foetal position.
-x-
Emma Pilsbury sat and watched the scene unravel before her, she didn't know if she was equipped to deal with a situation like this. She had been so shocked when Puck had rang earlier, frantically asking her to come and speak to Quinn. She wouldn't drink any water, and if faced with food, he doubted she'd drink it, and she seemed so upset by the prospect of an operation that Puck just had to do it.
Once Quinn seemed relatively calm and comfortable, Emma spoke up. "Hello Quinn." She smiled broadly at the girl, "How are you feeling?"
Quinn sniffled before responding, "Like a train wreck. I'm so tired, I want to sleep." Quinn glanced hopefully up at Puck but he shook his head at her.
"I know you are tired, and you can sleep in a little while, I just need you to talk to Miss Pilsbury. I'll stay with you, I promise." Whilst he said this he stroked her thumb lightly as a way of comfort.
Quinn felt trapped. She wasn't ready to talk about it, she turned her head to protest but before she could form words Emma spoke. "I know you don't want to Quinn, but Puck is worried, and we'll talk for 5 minutes at the most, and then maybe, if you want, I'll come back and we can talk some more." Emma spoke calmly and softly, and it made Quinn feel more at ease. Quinn nodded slowly.
"I guess it'll be ok." Quinn responded softly before turning to Puck, "but I need you to stay with me." Puck nodded, "of course babe." He reached down and kissed her lips lightly, before placing both of their hands on her stomach, feeling the baby kick softly.
"Okay Quinn," Emma started, "I know you are scared, but we just need to talk about some things. What happened to you is tragic, and scary, and awful, it shouldn't have happened to you, but it did, and so we just need to help you deal with this in the right way. But to do this, I need you to help me help you. Now Puck told me, that you are refusing water." Emma continued, as she said this Quinn looked like she was going to argue back but before she had a chance Emma carried on speaking, "we're not angry at you, we just want to understand. So why is this Quinn?"
"It's not on purpose." Quinn said quietly.
"Okay, well why is it?" Emma questioned carefully, watching as Puck kept held of her hand. Emma looked at Quinn's face for signs of discomfort, but she seemed to be okay.
"I ju-just don't want to drink."
"Why?"
"Because I don't, okay. I don't feel like it. I'm not thirsty, I'm not hungry, I'm not anything. Everything isn't okay. I look gross." Quinn gushed out, tears brimming in her eyes. "The burns look disgusting."
"Sshh, don't cry." Puck murmured into her ear, "You're okay."
Emma smiled softly, "Okay Quinn, you don't look disgusting lovely, you just need to heal. But, I need you to understand that you need to drink, you need to keep your fluids up, for you and the baby. You are also going to need to eat, when the time comes to eat."
"I KNOW." Quinn yelled out, getting frustrated. "I KNOW ALL THIS! Can you just leave me be for a little bit."
"Babe." Puck said, "We need to sort this."
"No its okay Puck." Emma said, "I'm going to go now, we've made some progress. Maybe it'd be okay if I came back tomorrow maybe."
Quinn didn't look at Emma, she had tears in her eyes and she buried her face into Puck's t-shirt, "I just need her to leave." She sobbed. Puck nodded as did Emma. Emma got up slowly and left the couple, Quinn sobbing in Puck's arms, and him whispering to her softly in her ear.