This brilliant prompt was from fava-beans-and-chianti…
Quinn visits Carrie post-op. she is drugged up on morphine and is barely conscious when she says something that piques his interest in her past.
I’ll admit I found this one very challenging, but here goes…
Set early in S3 E9 - “One Last Time” (and expands on what Carrie told Brody in S2 E12 “The Choice”).
Messages and Miracles
"Let’s go," Carrie stirred and shuffled in her hospital bed, eyes still tightly closed. "C’mon! He says it’s time to go."
"Carrie?" Quinn pulled his visitor’s chair closer. He cleared his throat and reached across to try and calm her.
"Please come," Carrie seemed completely unaware of Quinn as she pleaded with a visage in her internal world. "He’s bought a camper so we can all go together."
Quinn frowned and wondered if she was dreaming or reliving a memory.
"It was in the stars." Carrie started writhing and sobbing. "He saw the message. He’s so excited. You have to come to the Great Lakes with us."
"Shhh…" Quinn stroked her forearm gently, trying to avoid the cannula in the back of her hand. "It’s OK."
"You’ll miss the miracle." Carrie became more distraught. "It’s going to happen right there. Please Mom! Dad says it’s important…" She started clawing anxiously at her bed-sheets, head now flailing against her pillow. "Don’t let her go to CVS. She’ll never come back." Carrie whimpered as Quinn reached to stroke her tangled hair. "Dad! Frank! Are you listening to me?"
"Carrie, can you hear me?" Quinn whispered. "It’s Quinn."
"Don’t hate Mom anymore, Maggie," Carrie pleaded in a defeated tone. "It’s mine and Dad’s fault she’s gone." She jerked and turned to face her visitor. Her gaze was unfocused at first, but she seemed to gain some sense of his presence. "Quinn?"
"Yeah?" His eyes were full of concern.
"My Dad is bipolar." Carrie looked completely disoriented. "My Mom left him the first day I went to college." She sighed and slurred slowly. "I’d believed everything my Dad had said."
"What did he say?" Quinn asked cautiously.
"He said Mom was the crazy one for not believing in the messages and miracles." Carrie murmured, still dazed.
"He was sick," Quinn shrugged, unsure what to say.
"I tried to see Dad’s miracles too. Sometimes I’d pretend I could see them." Carrie’s chin wobbled, tears welling. "Sometimes even Maggie said she could see them. The three of us… We drove my Mom away."
"You were a kid, Carrie." Quinn tried to reassure her.
"When I think of my Mom, she’s still there shopping at CVS and one day she’ll return. Tell us we’re going on a trip to her family’s cabin." Carrie half-smiled now. "She’ll have lost track of time and come home, see how well Dad is… and she’ll stay forever."
"That’s your biggest wish?" Quinn asked softly.
"There was no miracle at the Great Lakes." Carrie exhaled, completely subdued. "Me and Dad cried for days. He talked about suicide… That’s when Mom and Maggie first told Dad to go see a Doctor." Carrie groaned. "Me too. Said we might both be sick."
"It’s all in the past, Carrie." Quinn patted her uninjured shoulder gently. "You’re doing great now."
"Mom loved my Dad. To stay with him the way he was for so long… if he’d been treated sooner… taken the medication… perhaps Mom would still be around. Enjoying being a Grandmother to Ruby and Josie… Looking forward to the new arrival…"
"New arrival?" Quinn frowned.
Carrie blinked back tears, “It’d be so much easier to deal with if my Mom was still around.”
"What would be easier? What new arrival? You’re not…?" Quinn tailed off, tasting his bile rising as he comprehended that he may have shot a pregnant woman. "Jesus, Carrie! Is the baby, ok?"
"Doctor said so." Carrie rubbed her abdomen and shuddered.
"It’s a miracle." Quinn sighed with relief, raked his fingers through spiky hair.
"A curse more like." Carrie clenched and twisted the bed-sheet with her fingers.
"Don’t say that. I’ll keep you safe from now on," Quinn promised. "I’ll help and protect you both."
"Quinn! Are you mad?" Carrie croaked and tried to sit up. "Do I look like I need help or protection?"
Quinn gazed down at Carrie in her spotty hospital gown. At her grey pallor, red rimmed eyes, greasy, knotted hair. The tubes going into her hand and nostrils. Her sling. “Yes.”
"Get out of here." Carrie’s eyes flashed, suddenly cognisant. "If you want to help me, then find Saul. Make sure someone is tailing Paul Franklin and Leland Bennett. Do your job!"
"Carrie," Quinn begged. "Please…"
"This protective fatherly nonsense doesn’t suit you,” she hissed. “Get out of here. Kill some bad guys or something… Stick to what you’re good at.”
Quinn nodded sadly as he departed, knowing Carrie was probably right.