Moments

Medication

"Hey." Puck said, when Quinn entered the bedroom. "Do you have some time to talk?"

"Yeah, I'm free today." Quinn noted, closing the door. "What's up?"

"What do you think about me cutting back?" Puck wondered.

"Cutting back on what?" Quinn wondered.

"Medicine." Puck said.

Quinn furrowed her eyebrows.

"I've been thinking, and I really feel like I've gotten better." Puck explained. "Like, I've fixed myself and I'm in control."

"You've been doing really well the past few years." Quinn stated as she joined Puck and Max on the bed. "And I'm proud of you."

"But?" Puck prompted Quinn, looking at her.

"But are you sure now is the best time? Why would you wanna stop taking your medicine if it helps you?" Quinn questioned Puck.

"I'm not saying I'd stop completely, but it's something I've been thinking about." Puck shrugged. "And I thought we could talk about it."

Quinn nodded slowly, encouraging Puck to continue.

"When you were pregnant with Hudson, I was on a ton of meds 'cause that's when I started." Puck reminded Quinn. "They figured out what I needed, and over the years, they kinda reduced some of them."

"A lot of them." Quinn nodded.

"Right." Puck said. "But I gave up alcohol and stopped doing drugs, I go to therapy when I need it, I eat mostly healthy and stay active, and I have you and the kids and Max, and I feel like all of that is better for me than whatever they can prescribe."

Quinn bit her lip as she thought it over.

"I'm not gonna go back to how I was when I came home." Puck promised. "After my shoulder."

"I'm not afraid of that." Quinn clarified. "I think if your doctors think you don't need something, you don't need it."

"So you're okay if I stop?" Puck asked.

"If they say so." Quinn noted. "But not all at once. I don't want you to be okay now and as soon as you or I are away for work or there's something going on with the kids, that changes."

"I'm not gonna let it." Puck insisted.

"Noah, you didn't let yourself get PTSD and anxiety." Quinn told him. "It just happened to you after everything."

Puck looked at her.

"I trust you." Quinn added. "And I know that you know what you need to do to take care of yourself."

Puck nodded.

"And whatever you choose to do, I'll support you." Quinn said. "But I don't want this to be an impulsive decision. We have chaotic lives as it is, and I don't wanna watch you regress."

"Well, I'm not making this decision on my own." Puck clarified. "You have just as much input here as I do."

"Have you talked to your doctors about this at all?" Quinn wondered.

"No, I wanted to talk to you first." Puck stated.

"Can I be there when you talk to them?" Quinn requested.

"Yeah."

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"Thank you for being open about this." Puck said softly as he and Quinn waited in the waiting room together with Max at their feet.

Quinn nodded and squeezed Puck's hand.

The door opened, and Puck's doctor peeked out.

"Noah, come on in."