Hey Everyone,
I hope you all had a wonderful week. It is Sunday so therefore it is officially update day. :) Things are a little crazy in my life at the moment, so as far as I can tell, no bonus updates this week. But maybe something great will happen and you'll get one. I make no promises about that though.
Warnings: Two little ones freak out this time. I'm going to give it a squick factor of about 4. You know what's going to happen to Marley, but we don't actually see it this time. I figured you didn't all need a second description. One treatment is very much like the rest of them.
As always, big thanks to NayaFan, UnholyUnderBoob, and Beaner008 for their encouragement and inspiration. To everyone who has sent me a review, or PM regarding the story and telling me how much you like it. I am always truly honored and humbled by how many people actually are enjoying the story.
Be well my friends.
The next day, Marley woke up in bed and wasn't quite sure how she'd gotten there. She remembered giving Santana a hard time about getting ready for bed, but as far as actually getting in it, she was clueless. There was another figure in bed with her and had dark hair, so she rolled into it, snuggled up close and smiled as warm arms moved around her and the figure pulled her closer. She put her head on the person's chest and smiled. "Mama," she said softly.
"Well good morning to you too baby girl," Rachel smiled and she started to pet Marley's hair with one hand and rub her lower back with the other. "I was beginning to wonder when you were going to come back to the land of the living," Rachel teased and Marley just let out a soft purr. Rachel was holding her. Her Mama had her safe and protected. Based on that alone, Marley knew she was okay. "Did you sleep well, you've been sleeping for a very long time," Rachel said. Marley nodded and turned her face into Rachel's side, blocking out the light as best she could. There was still a small trace of a headache, but nothing like yesterday at the hospital.
"Oooh, no, Mama," she said getting slightly panicked. "Hop-sit-a, where Noah?" she asked.
"He's still at the hospital baby, he'll be coming here this afternoon, which it almost is," she said and Marley turned to look at the bedside clock. 11:53.
"I s'eep'd 'ong time," she said softly.
"You did," Rachel agreed. "You slept a very long time, but I think you needed it," she told her. "We've been waiting for you to wake up though. We're going to go see Mommy at the club," she said.
"Mommy go?" Marley asked.
"Mommy had to go to work. She gave you a gazillion kisses before she left, trying to wake you up, but you weren't having it. Your body decided that sleep was the best thing for you at the time," Rachel said.
"We see Mommy?" she asked.
"We are. You and Mama are going to go to the club and see Mommy, and talk with Nanny Susan about getting your tummy to feel better," she assured her and Marley pouted. "I know, you don't want to talk about your tummy, but it helped last time didn't it?" Rachel asked.
"I dun wan' dem aww a time Mama," she said sadly.
"That's good, because they are not going to happen all the time," Rachel told her. "They only happen, when you get so backed up it hurts to go. Do you remember what they are called?"
"M 'n M," Marley said.
"Very close baby," Rachel grinned. "But for right now, we don't have to worry about it. What we can do, is text Mommy a picture of you being awake," Rachel said.
"Kays," Marley agreed. She loved the camera. She wasn't sure why, but she liked taking pictures of anything, including herself. She seemed to have a knack for it as well. Rachel pulled out her cell phone, they took a selfie of the two of them cuddled up in bed, and Rachel tapped in the phrase, finally awake.
"Good girl, now should we get up and have some breakfast? Or lunch at this point?" she asked with a smile.
"K'n I has eggs 'n toas'" she asked on a yawn.
"Yes. Mama will make you eggs on toast. Do you want them to be green too?" she teased her.
"Ray-bow," Marley giggled.
"Silly girl," Rachel smiled and she helped Marley up to her feet and lead her out to the kitchen. "You can have rainbow fruit. Strawberries, cantaloup, pineapple, honeydew, blueberries, and purple grapes, seedless," she said.
"Too muss Mama," Marley pouted.
"One piece of each baby girl," she assured her. "Nothing that is too much for your tummy, I promise, and as soon as you finish, we can go see Mommy," Rachel promised.
She sat down at the table and looked around as Rachel put together her food. "Mama? Where Papa?" she asked.
"Well Mommy's at work. Papa went to a voice over audition and Auntie Quinn went to the hospital to be with Noah."
"She gives him cream? No more owies?" Marley asked rubbing her own cheeks softly.
"I know Mommy told Auntie Quinn about the aloe, but it has to be Noah's decision my love. Do you remember how we asked you if that was what you wanted?" Rachel asked and Marley sighed. For three straight days, she didn't want it at all. She didn't want anyone near her, not even Santana. The lotion on her hands was okay. Anytime anyone mentioned putting lotion or cream anywhere else on her, besides when they changed her diaper, she flipped out and didn't allow it. She was in severe pain and while Santana knew without question, the aloe would help, she was respecting Marley's limits and didn't push her. It killed her, but she didn't do it. If she was going to build trust, then she had to respect Marley. All of her. Her fears, desires, and hesitations. "I know you want to baby, but there is a reason maybe that Noah doesn't want it."
"Cause Terri mean. Her pin't, a lot! Buh' Mama, Auntie not mean. No pin't. He gotta, so he gess betta'," she pouted.
"Well perhaps when you see him later, you can explain that to him, but I'm telling you right now baby girl, you will explain it, you will not order it. The same rule Mommy has, I have too. The second you start ordering and commanding, you will be in time out," Rachel said and Marley scowled, but nodded. Rachel went back to the stove, finished making breakfast and even plated it to be a rainbow of color around around a brown piece of wheat toast, with the egg on top, looking much like the sun, shining over a rainbow, stacked over a brown house. Rachel was actually quite proud of her plating attempt.
Marley looked at it as it was set in front of her and gave a smile. "T'ank you Mama," she said softly.
Santana paced the break room at the club and nearly plowed into Danielle as she walked into the room. "Jesus Rivers," she gasped. "Don't be so sneaky," she scolded.
"Fuck off," she snapped and continued to pace along the bank of cabinets that made the counter top.
"What are you so on edge about?" she asked, "and I want an apology!" Danielle ordered
"It's nothing, and I'm sorry."
"Bullshit," Danielle said with a smirk. "You know I could always drag it out of you. They don't call me Miss Mercy for no reason," she said getting a little too close for Santana's liking.
"Back. Off," Santana said in a very slow and controlled voice and Danielle moved back. Something was very wrong and clearly, Santana didn't want to talk about it. She probably should, because it might help her, but she was being her usual stubborn self and talking was not an option at the moment.
The intercom sounded and Santana heard Nicole's voice in the background. "Go on sweetheart, call her, she can hear you, I promise," Nicole said.
"Hi Mommy," the soft voice said.
"Hi baby," Santana smiled and Danielle saw Santana calm instantly. She'd been worried about her baby apparently, which was fine. She was however still worked up about something.
"Nanny Susan is ready for all of you, in her room," Nicole said kindly.
"I'll meet you both there sweetheart. Don't let Mama wander off okay?" Santana teased and she felt better when she heard Marley giggle softly.
Nicole gave them directions and the three girls met at the nursery door and Marley beamed, glad to see Santana and gave her a hug. "Hello my baby girl. How are you?" Santana asked.
"Mommy? I ride Ney ney?" she asked.
Santana smiled and nodded. "As long as you do everything Nanny Susan says, then yes, you can ride the horse for a little while, before we go home where Auntie Quinn and Noah will be waiting for us," she told her and Marley nodded and moved to hug Santana carefully. "You're so special Marley, and I love you so much," she told her.
They entered the room and Marley immediately went tense. "No Mommy, no, I'm okay, I'm sorry," she said in panic. She spotted the big red hot water bottle bag on the "changing table" along with some other items she definitely recognized. She should, because it had taken about an hour to explain it all to her the last time. Everything was done so slowly and so gently the last time. Unfortunately, in Marley's mind, it was still a baba and still used for torture.
"Hey, hey, hey," Santana said gently. "Baby, you're okay, look at me," she said and Marley blinked tears at her. "Baby, why are you so scared? You come here all the time and as long as everything goes well, you can ride the horse like you want to," Santana told her.
"No, Mommy, no owies," she said and the door at the other end of the room opened and Susan walked in.
"I get to see almost all of my girls today," Susan smiled and Marley shrunk back, away from Susan and fell into Rachel who caught her quickly. "Oh dear," Susan sighed. She took a seat, far away from Marley and talked calmly. "Marley, is Nanny scaring you sweetheart?" she asked her kindly.
"No baba. No M 'n M," Marley whimpered.
"Are you afraid that you need one sweetheart?" she asked her kindly and Marley nodded. She knew she did, but she was still scared. She knew it would make her feel better, but maybe the last time was a fluke. Maybe the last time Susan had been nice, because she felt bad for her. Now Marley was an annoyance. Marley wasn't worth anyone's time. Marley knew how much trouble she was to those around her, especially in moments like this.
"No, no, no," she cried and she sunk down to the floor at Santana's feet and set to wailing while holding tight to Santana's leg. Santana started to wobble and Rachel helped to steady her. Santana spread her feet a bit and set her balance, before sighing and looking at the ceiling as if she were praying for help.
"That's new," Susan said kindly.
"This has been happening for a while now," Santana sighed.
"I'm actually getting worried about it. This is very different than fear. This is something going on inside her head that she doesn't want to deal with," Rachel said kindly although Santana, of course, took it as a personal attack.
"And as soon as we get her to Dr. Isabelle, she'll start to heal. It's just going to take a massive amount of time," Santana glared at her.
"Hey, back off. It's not you. I'm making a statement. I'm not attacking you," Rachel said seriously.
Santana rolled her eyes and then she looked at Susan. "She absolutely needs one, and I don't want her to have it while she's hysterical, but I don't want to take up your time either, so what would you like to do in this situation?" Santana asked Susan kindly.
"Kindly pick up your little girl and lie her on the the bench. Do not strap her in, but both of you stand on either side of her. Talk to her, and try to get her to calm down. I won't start until I know she's at least focused. Remind her that she can scream and yell all she wants and that we will not punish her for it. We are not doing this to hurt her, we are doing this so her stomach is no longer in pain," Susan told them.
Rachel and Santana both rolled their eyes. It was all true and it had all been explained several times, but they were both so exhausted. Marley was their baby girl and when they told her she could be that until she decided otherwise, they meant it. Lately though, it just seemed like she was getting worse, instead of better. Santana bent down and carefully lifted Marley to her feet. "I know baby girl, I know, I'm so sorry sweetheart," Santana told her and she held her close. She wanted to help her so much more than she was. "Come on baby girl, let's calm down. We're going to lay down and we're going to focus as best we can," Santana told her and with Rachel's help, they got Marley to lie on the bench, which was essentially the changing table in the nursery.
"Mama and Mommy are right next to you Marley," Rachel told her kindly and Marley screamed in fear and the let her. Several wails later, she stopped screaming and finally focused in on Santana's voice coming from above her.
"And Teddy Bear," Santana said, producing it from some unknown space.
"You really are her mom," Rachel smiled, gently taking the toy from Santana and she carefully rubbed it on Marley's cheek. "Shhh," she cooed gently and then Santana joined in and while Marley hiccuped and sobbed with burning lungs, Santana and Rachel cooed softly to her, getting her to calm down, little by little.
"Ow," Marley whined clutching at her chest, then belly, then legs, then head. She was a mess. Everything hurt her right now and Santana frowned. "I can help with a few things baby, but to get true relief in your tummy, Nanny Susan has to give you an enema," Santana explained.
"No, Mah, Ana, Pee," she cried, her lisp coming in at full force and she clearly didn't trust anything going on around her. She seemed torn and Rachel frowned. This was the situation they had hoped to avoid.
"Shhh, look at me sweetheart, look at me," Santana said kindly and she carefully pet Marley's cheek, waiting for her to focus in.
"Mah. Ana. Pee. G.g.g. . NO!" she pushed out.
"Shhh, it's okay Marley, it's okay. I'm right here and Rachel is right next to you. All I want you to do is focus, nothing else happens, until you focus in on us sweetheart," Santana told her. It only took two minutes, but it felt like two hours, with how upset Marley was.
"No bar Mommy," Marley wailed.
"Shhh, no bar Marley. There is no bar. There is nothing here to tie you down," Santana said.
"Can we not lie," Rachel hissed.
"You're going to push this now?" Santana pushed back.
"Yes, I am," Rachel said seriously. Santana rolled her eyes and Rachel ignored her and went for it. She hated lying to Marley. She hated not giving her all the information she was due. She wasn't a doctor of any kind, but she thought that surely, telling her there was no bar, when there was a thin white strappy buckle was bad. If Marley saw it, she'd freak out all over again. What was worse was that if she saw it while she was having the enema and she struggled too much, she could really hurt herself. "Marley, look at me honey, what's my name?" Rachel asked kindly.
"M.m.m.m.a, Ma," Marley stammered.
"Very good sweetheart. Now, listen to Mama very carefully. Easy questions for you okay?" Marley nodded. "I want you to put your hand right here on the edge. I want you to just feel," Rachel told her and Marley nodded and cried, tears streaming down the corners of her eyes, as she laid on her back. "Shhh, just feel baby. Nothing is going to happen. There is no white bar, did you hear what Mama said?" she asked her. She had to be sure Marley was listening and she knew that if she wasn't careful, Santana was going to beat the shit out of her later. Marley nodded. "Very good baby girl. No white bar. There is a strap. A tiny, light, white strap," she said and Marley started to go on edge. "That is not for Marley," Rachel stressed. "Not for Marley," she said. "No straps for Marley, no ties, no heavy white bar," Rachel told her. "Can you say all that?" she asked seeing Marley struggle a bit for breath. "No strap, no bar, no tying Marley down. Marley is just lying down on her back and Mommy and Mama are right here to protect her," Rachel said.
Marley nodded weakly. It felt like a true statement. She herself felt exhausted. She looked up at the ceiling and thought quietly for a moment. She closed her eyes and took Santana's hand. "M.m. . ...ah...eee," she stammered.
"Shhh, breathe baby, and yes Mommy's here. Mommy's here and Mama's here. We are not leaving you. Nanny Susan is going to help you today, like she did a few weeks ago when your tummy was hurting you so much. It's going to be almost exactly the same. Nanny Susan is going to go super super slow, and we're going to make sure you understand everything. There are three main differences, between last time and now, are you ready to hear them?" she asked and Marley shook her head no. "Alright baby, alright, that's okay. You tell me when you are. I won't force you. Keep breathing and then you let me know when you're ready," Santana told her.
"Thank you," Rachel said to Santana honestly. Santana gave her a strange look, but simply nodded. It just seemed better like this to Rachel. Marley had to know everything around her, so nothing was a surprise. Where Marley came from, everything was a surprise, and Rachel didn't want to cause any more anxiety than what was normally bound to happen.
It didn't take long for Marley to nod that she was ready. "Very good baby, and we're doing one difference at a time. Difference number one, you are at Mommy's work. Where were you the last time?" she asked her.
" . . . arm," she stammered. Her breathing was out of control and Santana didn't like it at all.
"Look at Mommy baby, just look at Mommy," she told her kindly. She was holding one of Marley's hands and using her free hand to pet the side of Marley's face. "Shhh, look at Mommy, can you blow out the candle? Can you do that. Pretend you have a candle and just blow. Nice and steady. I need you to get your breathing under control so your lungs stop burning," she told her. "Pretend baby, blow out the candle," she said and Marley practiced but it was a very short breath and it came six in a row. "That was excellent baby, keep going. One big slow steady breath," she told her and she practiced with her. Santana of course was able to do it, but Marley was still puffing out air, in short bursts. Eventually she worked down to only two semi long breaths and Santana lavished her with praise and pretty soon, she was calm.
Once she was completely calm, Santana took a step back and reached under the bench to pull out a napkin. She knew Susan kept both wet wipes and napkins beneath the table top. She used the napkin to dry Marley's tears and then kissed her forehead. "You're doing very well sweetheart. Now, Mommy said three different things. The first, we are not at home, but you are not alone. Mommy is right here and I am not leaving," she assured her.
"Neither am I," Rachel spoke up and with a smile Santana continued.
"The second difference is when we did this the last time, you laid on Mommy's belly, do you remember that?" she asked her and Marley nodded. "This time, you're just laying on your back, because you don't need so much help this time. Laying on your back will keep you more comfortable," Santana told her. She left out the part that the bench top was angled slightly backward. It had been done on purpose and she was fully aware of it. Some little ones actually liked enemas and the ones who wanted to be teased to orgasm were put on the table and then reclined a lot more, giving Susan full access to their body. That's also why there were straps on the table; to help keep the 'baby' in place. Santana figured Marley didn't need that information.
"So how many things is that?" Santana asked.
"T.t.t.t.t, oooh," Marley stammered, still having trouble gaining her breath.
"Very good my baby girl and how many did Mommy say?" she asked.
"F.f.f.f.f," Marley pushed out but the air wasn't coming in like she wanted, so she just held up three fingers.
"Very good my love. Keep breathing, Pretend to blow out the candle," Santana coaxed. "Three, very good. Now. This is the third difference. Nanny Susan has a very special potty in this room. It's just like the potty Noah has to use," Santana said. Essentially it was a bed pan, but no little one who ever walked into Nanny's room called it that. Mainly because when she had it constructed, she put it in a chair. It resembled a toddler's training potty, but was designed to handle a full grown adult. For this session though, she removed the bed pan portion and kept it tucked away under the table top of the bench.
"N.n.n.n, oah?" Marley stammered.
"Yes baby. Noah has to use a bed pan. He can't make it out of the bed yet, because of all his medicine and his IV pole, he can't make it into the bathroom, so he goes on a bed pan," Santana explained.
"Ha...ow?" Marley pushed out as best she could.
"Well either Nurse Helen or Auntie Quinn help him."
"F.f. .aww d.d.d. ? L.l.l. m.m.m. ?" she stammered, her teeth chattering as she spoke.
"I don't know honey. I think he just hangs on to them to help with balance but I don't know that he will fall down. I also know that Mama and I are here to help you and Nanny Susan is here too," Santana said.
"S.s.s.s.s...air," Marley pushed out.
"Shhh, pretend to blow out the candle sweetheart. Keep breathing nice and steady. I will be right here and I will not leave your side. You are more than allowed to be scared, and the rules are no different. Last time we went super super slow, explained everything to you, let you cry, and scream and you did not get into any trouble. All of that is going to happen again. I hope you don't cry and scream, but if you have to, you can. I won't be mad. I know, first hand, how scary this can be," she told her.
Rachel gave her a surprised look and Santana glared at her, she wasn't going to discuss that now. "We're right here baby. We will keep you very safe, I promise you that," Rachel told her and took one of Marley's hands in both of hers.
"S.s.s.s...een Mama," she pushed out. "P.p.p. ," she said.
"Of course I'll sing for you baby," Rachel smiled.
At the hospital, Quinn was having her own struggle. Noah wanted out, and he wanted out now. He was tired of being in the hospital and had been told several times that as long as his levels were okay, he could leave with Quinn and go to the house.
"Kin, I done! No more here. Go home," he pouted at her.
"I'm not in charge buddy. I know you want to go home. I want to go home too, but doctor Martinez has to release you, not me," Quinn told him. "Believe me buddy, if it were up to me, you would have been out of here, the second I walked in on that circus fiasco the other day," Quinn assured him.
"I'm t'ir'y pee," he said.
"Can you sign it for me buddy?" she asked. The other day, when he and Marley were bonding and getting to know each other, she'd taught him some basic signs. Thirsty, hungry, and her favorite one was cookie. With a heavy sigh, he signed thirsty and Quinn nodded. "We have water, ice chips, and cherry fruit punch. Do you have a preference?" she asked him.
"Pun't," he said.
"Punch it is," she said.
"Kin?" he asked softly as she poured the juice. "I ever talk right 'gain?" he asked.
"Of course you will. Marley had sores all over her mouth. She healed and so will you," Quinn said.
He nodded and very carefully drank the punch. Once it was done he let out a soft sigh and growled quietly in his position. "Why don't we try something to distract you bud," Quinn offered.
"How?" he asked.
"I don't know. What about questions. If you have any questions I can answer them for you."
"Bow what?" he asked.
"I'm not sure. Maybe you have questions about your vision, or maybe you have questions about the house you'll be moving in to, or maybe you have questions about the people in the house," she suggested.
"B'ock, pee," Noah requested.
"That's fair, but I want you to try to say as much as you can. You have a beautiful voice, and the way to continue to get better, is to not stop practicing," she explained and he nodded his agreement.
"Mar-ree okay t'day?" he asked softly as he very carefully and methodically laid out the blocks on the table for himself. He constructed two rows. The top was A through M and then he left a very wide gap before making the second row of N through Z. When he was a little boy he would sit in school and day dream or doodle while his teacher lectured on about whatever lesson they were going over. He found a cure for his boredom in the alphabet, and he knew it inside out. He could recite it any which way, backwards or forwards, starting at any letter and going all the way round, till he got back to the start. He never dreamed it would actually come in handy somehow.
Quinn watched him build his rows as she assured him that Marley was safe. "Yes, Marley is okay today. She will be here later, or possibly meet us at the house. She had to go to my job for a little while with Santana and Rachel to get something taken care of. We will see her as soon as she's done, or we get home, which ever comes first.
"Kin," he asked softly. "I gonna be a-rone at da how?" he asked.
"No. You will not be alone at the house. Well I shouldn't say that, she corrected. Someone will always be in the house with you, but if you want alone time, we can arrange that, so you don't feel overwhelmed by all the people. There's going to be six of us in that house and it's not the biggest house in the world. It's not the tiniest either," she told him and he reached for her hand.
"I never get betta," he pouted.
"Why on earth would you say that Noah?" she asked him and she immediately regretted it. She'd accidentally snapped in her questioning and he clammed up. He pushed his blocks away subtly and he looked down at his lap immediately. She'd yelled. She'd yelled the way Terri yelled, just before something dreadful happened. The problem was that Terri and Quinn were very different. Quinn was going to try and get to the root of the concern, where as Terri would have just done whatever she pleased until Noah agreed to whatever it was Terri was requesting of him. "Noah," Quinn tried, but there was no response, not even a twitch. "Noah, I'm sorry. Quinn is very sorry she snapped at you Noah. Come back to me buddy. Come on," she coaxed, but it was too late, he was stuck in his head now.
"Come here baby boy," she said sweetly and with a sinking feeling in his stomach, he crawled over to her. "Very good. Turn around," she said and he basically presented his ass to her. She pulled down his underwear, that she had so 'graciously' allowed him to wear today. A lot of the time, she didn't want him wearing any underwear at all. It also meant that he was tired a lot and his genitals were sore. She didn't want him sitting on the floor, because he was a dirty boy. She didn't want him lying on his belly, because he might try to mark his territory and pee on her floor. He also might get excited and leave sticky stains all over her clean carpet. Once she had him where she wanted him, she snapped on a glove and roughly shoved her finger deep inside his bottom, with no warning and no lube. He let out a cry of pain and she gave him three solid spanks. "Dirty baby boys do not make noise! They take all the things that are given to them and they are happy to get any attention at all!" Terri barked at him. She pushed her finger in and out several times and removed her finger after a moment. There was a small trace of waste on it and she spanked him again. She yelled and scolded him, pushing her dirty finger into his mouth and screaming at him, how he was a terrible dirty potty boy and never going to learn. He would never be good enough for anyone and he'd be lucky if she could teach him anything at all.
He snapped out of his memory when there was a knock at the door. Nurse Helen was there to check his vitals one last time while Dr. Martinez filled out the release forms and Helen stopped. All she saw, was a sweet little boy who was clearly upset. His baby blue eyes were filled with tears that he was trying to hold back. His slightly shaggy, mousey brown hair, had fallen into his eyes and he wasn't moving. He looked like a mannequin to her. "Oh dear. Is something wrong?" she asked.
"Quinn made a mistake and put much too much firmness in her voice at a simple question," Quinn said sadly. She hated that she was the reason this poor kid was freaking out and by legal standards, he was still a kid. He had only just turned seventeen.
"Noah buddy, can you hear me? Do you hear Nurse Helen?" she asked and he very slightly raised his left hand.
"He can hear you," Quinn said.
"How do you know?" Helen asked.
"Because he very slightly raised his left hand. Left is yes, Right is no. I taught him that, and I'm so grateful that he remembers that," Quinn said.
"Noah, can Nurse Helen have a private moment with you?" she asked him. "We'll send Quinn out into the hallway, just for a minute and then when I'm finished she can come back in. Obviously if you are mad at her, you both need some time to cool off," Helen said.
Noah let the tears fall. He didn't raise either hand, he just laid there, his chest heaving while he cried. He didn't care anymore. "I guess this is a bad day, and it's all my causing," Quinn sighed.
"Then I think you should do your best to comfort him and reassure him, that you didn't mean it how he thinks you did. You just were surprised or concerned, or perhaps frustrated," Helen said. "Press the call button when he is calm and you're ready for me to come back. I will make sure all the papers are filled out though," Helen said and with that she left the room.
"Noah, Quinn is very sorry buddy. I didn't mean to snap, I was just surprised," Quinn said and Noah broke down into further cries. By the time Quinn finished her reaction, Noah was sobbing so fiercely, that he was on the verge of hyperventilating and Quinn spoke quickly. "Noah. Quinn is going to get on the bed and hold you. I need you to focus and I need your body to calm down. I need you to breathe calmly again," she told him and then she just got on the bed, and held him. Her touch was gentle and while he tried to pull away at first, he quickly realized he'd missed a touch like that. His aunt had held him like that few times when he was younger. He remembered that feeling and he missed it, because the last time he was held like that, was the night his little seven year old world fell apart.
"MOMMY!" he screamed and he fell into Quinn, continuing to sob, but not as erratically. An hour later, Quinn had a sleeping Noah in her arms and she pushed the call button for Nurse Helen. While she waited, she pulled out her phone and dialed Santana.
"Hello?" Santana answered.
"Three days and I've fucked up already!" she grouched and then she heard Marley scream. "Never mind, we can talk at home," she sighed and she hung up.
"Not the day I wanted," Santana said looking at Rachel. She leaned down and kissed Marley's forehead and spoke gently. "You're okay baby girl and I promise you, you are not the only one having a bad day."