A little inspiration from The Vow (a new movie coming out next year .com/watch?v=7JoXHO3ceUY).
Finn clenched his jaw as Quinn turned to open the door to leave. He couldn't look at her. At the tears streaming down her pale cheeks.
"I can't open this door!" she yelled, tugging at the door handle of Finn's old truck. She turned to him, all hell on her face. First the funeral, now he was breaking up with her. "Open the door, Finn! I want to-"
But she was cut off. A screech, a smell of burned rubber, and a scream as metal hit metal.
Quinn lay there, in darkness. She couldn't really feel much below her neck, but oh, God, could she feel the pain pounding in her head. She tried to scream, but nothing would come out. In a panic, she fluttered her eyes open as a rhythmical beeping filled her ears. Her eyes focused on a plain, white ceiling.
A face came into her view. A woman, hair tied back, a name tag dangling from her neck as it bounced off of Quinn's arm. She looked down at the blonde girl.
"How are you feeling, sweetie?" she asked softly, flashing a bright light in Quinn's eyes.
"I…" she started, her voice hoarse. She cleared her throat. "My head hurts a lot."
Quinn closed her eyes tight to try and push away the pain. The nurse muttered something about getting medicine for the pain. Quinn peeked through her eyelashes at a boy sitting next to her. He slid his hand down her wrist to lace his fingers with hers and squeeze her hand. She looked down at their hands and up at his face, inching away from him until pain overwhelmed her. Her faced twisted as her head pounded with each heartbeat.
"Who…" she began, trying to push the pain away again. "Who are you?"
Finn's eyes filled with hurt as Quinn pulled her hand out of his.
"It's me, Finn," he insisted. "Don't you remember me, Quinn?"
She shook her head. Looking ahead, and not at the hurt boy's face.
Let me know if I should continue. Thanks! xx, Lindsey.
P.S. what does it mean when a chapter is Exported?