Quigley's P.O.V.

Y/n didn't say a word at dinner, she just sat there in her chair like a statue and barely touched her food. I was sitting next to her while my parents and siblings were on the other side of the table. "Hey, are you okay?" I asked softly. She slightly shook her head and let out a small sigh. It hurt to see her in that much pain. I reached underneath the table and took her hand in mine and gave her a small reassuring squeeze.

"Y/n, I know this is a hard time for you, but Mr. Quagmire and I were thinking about taking you and the triplets to the beach tomorrow, I heard that it's supposed to be nice out," Mother smiled at Y/n. Y/n didn't say anything she continued to look down at her plate. "Can I be excused for a moment?" she asked. She stood up and left the room. Everyone looked concerned she certainly never acted like this before, I knew then and there that the death of her father had a big impact on her.

"Quigley, will you go check on her to make sure she's okay?" Mother asked. I nodded and got out of my chair and climbed up the stairs assuming that was where Y/n was. When I finished climbing the stairs, I walked down the hall where I heard the sound of vomiting. I reached the end of the hallway, and I saw the bathroom door was shut. "Y/n, I'm coming in," I said. No reply, the sound of vomiting continued. I slowly opened the bathroom door and saw Y/n hunched over the toilet emptying the contents of her stomach.

I held her hair up as she continued, and when she was done. She pressed her back against the wall and cried. "Are you sick?" I asked as I gently rubbed her back. "No, it's a medical condition I have, if I become too distressed, I throw up," she explained. I had no idea that she had a serious medical condition, I knew that had been depressed since the death of her mother but I never imagined her throwing up if she was distressed. She had been through enough pain and a medical condition didn't help.

"I'm so sorry Y/n, I didn't know," I sighed pulling her into a hug. "It's not your fault Quigley, I blame it on the deaths of my family members, I think I'm cursed," There was no way that she could be cursed, I only heard about curses in fairytales and scary stories. There was no way that there was a curse on her family. "Your not cursed Y/n, you've just been through a lot of tragedy," I said. She looked over at me and gave me a small half smile.

"Your just saying that to make me feel better," she said. "I really mean it Y/n, but don't worry, we'll get through this together, you can always talk to me about anything," I smiled. She wiped her tears away and I felt her gently run a hand through my hair. "Thank you Quigley, your such a good friend," she whispered. We sat on the floor for a few more minutes then made our way back to the dining room.

"Is everything okay," Father asked. I looked at Y/n and she nodded. "Everything's fine," she answered as sat back down in her seat. After dinner, the four of us spent time together in the library reading our favorite books. Y/n and I were on one couch while Duncan and Isadora were on another couch. Y/n rested her head on my shoulder as we continued reading, then a little while later, I heard her lightly snoring. 

"Alright, you four time for bed," Mother called from the doorway. Y/n woke up and rubbed her tired eyes as I marked my place in the book. "Y/n, you can stay in the guest room," Mother said to Y/n. "Okay, thank you Mrs. Quagmire," she sleepily smiled. Then the four of us walked up the stairs to our rooms. While Duncan and Isadora went to our room and talked to Y/n for a moment.

"If you need anything, we're right down the hall," I said. "Thanks Quigley," she smiled. I nodded then joined my siblings in our shared room silently praying that Y/n would get some sleep after the long day she had.