Quinn's been drifting in and out of consciousness for at least an hour. Her head pounds to the beat of her heart. Tears are streaming down her face as she lies on the roof of her rolled car. All she can think about is Sam; his name causes her to let out a sob.

"SAM!" she screams his name. Even though she knows he at school standing by her locker waiting. She tries again this time just yelling for help. Minutes pass she about to give into the darkness and let it consume her when she hears sirens in the distance. A small smile spreads across her beaten face just before the darkness takes hold.

"Sam Evans, please come down to Principal Figgins office…immediately." Sam looked up from the book he was pretending to read. He sighs and stands up as all the kids start to ooh. He looks at Mr. Schue; he smiles at him and nods to the door. Sam makes his way down the hall towards the office with each step he feels his feet get heavier. He hates the principals' office it almost always leads to being suspended. When he pushed open the heavy glass door, Figgins secretary shot him a sad smile. Sam's eyebrows drew together. 'What's going on?' he thought.

"You can just go in," her voice cut through his thoughts. He nodded and walked in. Principal Figgins was sitting at his desk on the phone yelling. Sam took one of the seats in front of him. Figgins looked up and told the other person he had to go.

"Sam…" he trailed off as if searching for the right words to say, "Sam, I have some news."

"What's going on?" Sam asked almost afraid of the answer.

"There's been an accident." Sam felt as if his heart was pierced by something sharp.

"Are my parents okay?" he whispered.

"There fine Sam, it's Quinn." Sam let out a sob; the tears were falling like rain.

"What happened?" he asked between cries.

"She was in a car accident. That's all they would tell me over the phone," he stated. "Mrs. Fabray said she would pick you up and take you to the hospital." Sam nodded trying to regain control before he had to go get his things from Spanish. He stood, turned and left the office. He knew the principals' office sucked. Sam's eyes were bloodshot and shirt was damp when he entered the room. All the kids looked up from their work. Mr. Schue turned from the board.

"Sam, are you all right?" he asked worry thick in his voice. Sam could feel the tears in his eyes begin to fall once again. He didn't answer Mr. Schue's question he just grabbed his backpack and left. The class could hear a scream from down the hall.

Quinn was fight to open her eyes; it was a battle she hated to admit she was losing. She could hear people talking about her, doctors, nurse, and her mom. They weren't whom she wanted to hear.

"Quinn?" There it was the one person she needed. Sam. "Quinn, I need you to open your for me. Please?" She could hear how desperate his voice was. 'Come on Q, he needs you! Who else is gonna clean slushy of him?'

"Sam," the doctor started, "She's not going to wake up until she's ready. You should go home it's late."

"No, I'll just stay here." The doctor sighed he knew he wasn't going to win. Sam leaned back into the chair and closed his eyes. As he slept Quinn fought to wake up.