Quinn Dianna Fabray

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The Meeting

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    Christian knew perfectly well that it was always an adjustment for the patients to get used to doctors and nurses coming and going at all hours, whether they were in the emergency room or upstairs in one of the wards, but if she was exhibiting any underlying cardiovascular problems that required more than an exam, at least she would have him as her one and only doctor for the remainder of her stay and maybe that would be a little more comforting for her over all. 

    Noticing the flicker of the light above the bed, he sighed softly and shook his head. “Sorry about that. They’ve been meaning to get that thing fixed for I don’t know how long now.” He had made the mistake of bombarding her with more questions than he probably should have at one time, and it didn’t occur to him until she insisted he slow down. Cringing at his temporary idiocy, he pressed his fist to his forehead. “Right. I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I wasn’t thinking.” He looked back up at her, offering her a soft and reassuring smile. “We can go slow. Whenever you’re ready.” He listened carefully as she relayed the information to him, nodding his head in regard, suddenly turning his attention to the monitor as her heart started to beat even faster. Reaching out, he set a comforting hand on her shoulder then her backside. “Shh, shh, shh…it’s alright, sweetheart, just try and relax for me. Long deep breaths, just focus on the sound of my voice. I’m going to put you on some oxygen, alright?” Looking around the curtained area, he set the chart in his hand down and pulled out an oxygen mask, attempting to slip it over her head. “This is going to help you breathe, okay sweetheart?”

Quinn gave the doctor a small smile when he apologized for the light, “Yeah, it’s okay, is just not helping with the headache”, she brought a shaky hand to her forehead and hissed when it came in contact with the stitches.  She was grateful when he said they could go slow and she could take her time, “Thank you, my mind just...it’s all foggy and...confusing”, she was trying to put her thoughts in order so she could answer all his questions, in any other circumstances Quinn always tries to be clear and on point when visit the doctor, knowing they relay on the information the patient gives them so it has to be honest and concrete. However this time she was having a hard time getting her brain to work with her. 

“I’m sorry, I’m not usually this slow, I just...”, she thought of what had put her in this state, the mugger, the gun, the hit, all the images came back to her and she felt her heart beating like drums again and her breathing became faster and more shallow. She could hear the fast beeping of the heart monitor and then his voice, it wasn’t until he touched her that she paid any attention to what he said and she began trying to do what he told her. She was trying to take deep breaths but couldn’t seem to get a lung filled one, so she focus on only his voice. When he put her the oxygen mask she tried again to take deep breaths and she looked up at him helplessly while she tried to regulate her breathing. She put her hand on the mask and pulled it down a little so she could talk, “Thank you”, she whispered before putting the mask back on. 

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The Meeting

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    “Good, then I’m in the right place.” He tilted his head to one side to get a better look at her face, a deep scowl appearing on his own. Beneath the cut on her forehead, her busted lip and her black eye, she was actually a very pretty girl, and it tugged at his heart strings to see someone like her suffer at the hands of some desperate asshole. Whatever the hell the guy was after, she didn’t deserve it, but after all the innocent young women that came in and out of there, none of them ever did. 

    Pivoting on his heels, he pulled the curtain closed to keep anyone from further gawking at her, then took a couple steps closer to her bedside. He looked up at her heart monitor, his sharp eyes scanning her current vital signs and the rapidly beeping heart monitor, the scowl returning to his face. Judging by the way she was hugging herself, she was clearly still in a state of shock, which might account for the rate of her heart but he still had to be sure. “They told me you were tachycardic. I guess that hasn’t changed. I don’t like the sight of that BP either. Has your heart ever been this fast before? Do you have a history of heart problems in your family? High blood pressure? Anything like that?” 

Quinn glanced up at the doctor that had come now, when she heard the curtain being closed again, only then noticing it was a different doctor. Not that she was in a state to remember her first doctor since an assortment of doctors and nurses had come and gone since she arrived, all were kind and patient with her and for that she was grateful. 

She looked up at him when he came to stand next to her bed, watching him look at all the machines she was connected to she returned her gaze to the front, her eyes twitching a little as the florescent light above flicker for a second. They had told her the splitting headache was to be expected after the blow but she couldn’t fall asleep. His series of questions brought her back, he asked so many so fast that she had trouble thinking of the answers, her thoughts getting all jumbled in her foggy mind. “Slow, please....I- uhm no, is the first time it goes so fast”, she answered the first question moving her hand over her heart that was hammering inside, “I can hear the bum-bum-bum in my hears...History of heart problems...my-my grandpa had a heart attack, twice...high blood pressure? Probably, my aunt said he had high everything”. She looked up at him, squinting her eyes at the lights, “Did I answered them all?”. 

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The Meeting

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Being the Chief of Surgery, Christian spent most of his time upstairs on the third floor, either supervising and overseeing his staff during surgical procedures or performing his own procedures. It was only when they needed a consult in the area of the cardiovascular system, that he would be summoned down the emergency room to assess a patient. Many of these patients were exhibiting heart or breathing problems and being that he was the cardiothoracic surgeon in the hospital, and the best in the city, he was the one they knew they could always count on. Sometimes it was a false alarm, something as harmless as a panic attack, which could be remedied in an hour, and at other times, their symptoms resulted in a more serious condition, one that required them to be immediately moved up to his floor and into the next open OR. 

He strode down the main corridor of the emergency unit and up to the nurses’ station. “Alright, cardiology is here, what do you got for me?” He asked. Nurse Jamie, a brown-eyed blonde-haired woman in her late twenties, handed him a patient chart, quickly explaining the situation to him and where he could find the young woman. “Got it. Thank you, Jamie.” He glanced from the chart to the direction the girl was located then walked off towards the curtained out area up ahead. Approaching the fourth one, he pulled the curtain back and stepped into the cubicle. From what they’d told him and what he could see, her other injuries had been patched up and they were simply waiting on him to confirm or deny any cardiovascular issues. “Hi, I’m Dr. Masters. I’m from cardiology and you would be…?” He looked back down at the chart. “Quinn?” 

Quinn got to the hospital and managed to stop crying as they looked her over, they had given her some sedatives to help her calm down and did some x-rays on her ankle and head to make sure nothing was broken. Her ankle was sprained and they had put her an orthopedic boot to keep it as still as possible for a couple of week. Her forehead was stitched and her cut lip was fixed with some kind of special glue for skin, they told her the name but she wasn’t paying any attention. 

Her blood pressure was still high, as well as her heartbeats so they insisted on having her checked by a cardiologist while they waited on some labs of her blood sugar or something. Quinn was still shaking as images of the gun and the man replayed in her mind, but the sedatives keep her in a passive state just looking at the emptiness, totally out of it. When she heard the curtain open she glanced up with a blank, empty expression, and nodded once at hearing her name, “Yes, I’m Quinn”, she said in a barely audible voice, raw and rough from her sore throat from her hysterical crying. Hugging herself in a protective manner.

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The Meeting

Quinn couldn’t believe this was happening to her, she couldn’t believe she was being held at gun point by someone, she had just closed her studio and was walking down the few blocks to the subway station, her car had been at the shop for over 2 weeks after the motor died. Out of nowhere a guy came out and stood in front of her, he yelled at her to give him her bag, she refused and tried to walk across the street to get away. He grabbed her hand, screaming at her, calling her bitch and whore, trying to pull her bag, Quinn stupidly fought back and the man had then pulled a gun out of his pants, pointed it at her, but she had frozen, gripping her bag tightly. The guy then hit her with his fist that was holding the gun, his knuckles collided hard against her lip, busting it open, while the gun hit her on the eye making it swollen. He hit her so hard she had stumbled back, hitting the sidewalk and falling down as she twisted her ankle and hit her forehead open. 

She saw as the guy took off running and it took her a few seconds to snap out of her frozen state of fear, she got up and run, the adrenaline pumping so much in her system that she barely felt the pain of her ankle or noticed the blood running down her face from her forehead and lip. She ran to the subway and straight to the entrance blockers where she knew policemen were always watching. She asked for help and once she saw the officer she had broken down in hysterics, sobbing and hyper-ventilating. The officers had called an ambulance but by the time they got there she was in full panic attack, her chest began hurting and she couldn’t breath, she heard them tell her her blood pressure was through the roof and they were taking her to the hospital. Quinn was still so out of it, shaking uncontrollably and unable to take a good breath in, she vaguely remember hearing the paramedics call the hospital to let them know they were going in with a patient with a really high blood pressure and to have someone of cardiology near by to check her. 

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