Quinn put the phone back into the passenger seat and continued driving on the way to Finn and Rachel's wedding. Sure she thought it was a crazy idea that they get married so young when they had so many things to look forward to in their lives but Quinn knew if she tried to talk Rachel out of marrying him she would just go and elope with him. In a way Quinn attending this wedding was a little like a way to release that part of her that still sort of loved Finn. Quinn may have cheated on both Finn and Sam but she would not cheat with a married man. That was a line Quinn felt no one should ever cross.
Quinn's phone dinged and she glanced at it to see a new text from Rachel. She gingerly took the phone into her hand and began to type a reply.
I'm almost there just give me two minutes.
Quinn didn't have two minutes though. In the time that it took for Quinn to type those 8 words a tan truck came barreling around the corner of the road and slammed into the side of Quinn's car. The force of the impact flung the phone out of Quinn's and out the open window on the other side of the car. The car lurched to the right and rolled several times down the side of the small hill before the car came to a sickening crunch upside down.
Inside the car everything was shifting. Quinn's gown, which was inside a garment bag, came loose from the ceiling the hanger digging into the side of Quinn's face leaving a deep gash which oozed blood. The second flip of the car ripped the hanger out tearing a huge gash of skin with it. The air bags of the car had activated the second the car had hit but it was lacking side airbags so there was no cushioning the impact of rolling. Quinn's head snapped around on the third flip and she felt something break near her shoulder. Her collarbone couldn't take the force of the seatbelt digging into it anymore and was crushed from the force. Quinn's arm had been flung to the side hitting the center consol when the car impacted her but she lifted it to try and protect her face, which was useless as the car continued to roll so she simply closed her eyes tightly and prayed it would end soon.
It could have taken seconds but for Quinn it seemed to keep going. It felt as if she was never going to stop rolling; she would just roll and roll until she rolled into the ocean or off the side of a cliff. It's so funny how cliché it sounds but Quinn had certain memories of hers come flooding back in those terrifying moments. She thought of the time she had gone out for the Cheerios where she was sure she had tanked the tryout but had been pleasantly surprised to learn she was captain. She remembered finding out she was pregnant after cheating on Finn. She remembered having Beth and then telling Sam about her. God! How she missed Sam, he was the one good thing in her life and she had given that up. If she could have one wish it was to go back and never kiss Finn after the championship game. But none of that mattered now. Quinn noticed the car had quit rolling so she tried to open her eyes. Quinn registered she was upside-down but found she didn't really have a way to right herself in her current situation.
Quinn knew that the car was totaled but she wasn't sure of the injuries she had sustained while in the car. Her arm felt numb and upon investigation found her arm wedged in-between the steering wheel spokes where the horn was. She gingerly pulled on her arm but only felt a searing pain as her arm refused to budge. She left it where it was imprisoned and continued her injury search. She felt her cheek being coated in something so she brought her free hand to her cheek and sought out the source of the liquid. She pulled her hand away and found chunks of coagulated blood. It was seeping into her hair making it a matted blanket of red. Quinn had a few seconds to think of where to throw up before her stomach revolted against the blood and being upside-down for so long. She wiped at her mouth angrily and began to think of ways to get out of the car.
Quinn didn't think anything was wrong with taking her time to try and safely exit the car until she saw a small amount of smoke softly billowing out of the hood of the car. The keys were still in the ignition since she hadn't shut it off yet and the engine was overheating due to the crash. Now she panicked which was exactly the opposite thing to do in Quinn's situation. The rational part of Quinn, which hadn't completely shut down with fright and shock, told her if she didn't find a way to remove her arm, she might as well just let the flames consume both her and the car. Quinn tried once again to remove her arm but was unsuccessful. Her arm was wedged almost up to her elbow and the way human arms functioned could not be bent in a way to help pull the arm out. Quinn thought quickly of the anatomy of an arm and remembered that they connected in three different places: at the shoulder, the elbow, and at the wrist. She hated the thought of what she had to do next but she took a deep breath and twisted in her seat as much as she could and with a loud pop dislocated her shoulder. Her arm hung limply in the steering wheel and with a painful groan she pulled it free from its trap. The arm swung limply upside-down since it no longer had and ligaments to hold it against her shoulder.
Quinn was glad she had left her seatbelt on other wise she would have collapsed against the floor as soon as she had popped her shoulder. With her good hand she crossed over her body and released the buckle. Quinn unlocked the door of the car and pulled herself out of the wreckage. She didn't get more than one yard before her good arm gave out and she collapsed to the ground. Her body hurt so much it felt like lying there and giving up was the best solution. The reasonable part of Quinn's mind retreated in on itself and gave up the will to keep fighting. With a heavy sigh Quinn closed her eyes and didn't open them again.