Summary: When Quinn gets into a car accident, she is rushed to the hospital, where the doctors rush to save her life, and a glee club.
A/N: Just a warning, this is going to be short. Its my first fan fiction and Im just trying to get my bearings here. Hang in there with me, ill be writing new stories for Glee and such. Thank you for reading and I would appreciate feedback. Thanks.:)
"17 year-old female…multiple injuries….… car accident…." It was faint, I didn't get most of it. My eyelids were opened by a man with short red hair and a bright light seared my retinas. " My name is Doctor Morris, can you tell me your name?" He said. Was he serious? Of course I could," Uuuuuhhh" or not. "Her name is Quinn, Quinn Fabray" It was Rachel, I could tell from the high pitched, worried voice. Oh my God, Im in a hospital. I stopped , and tried to remember what was going on.. oh yeah, some guy hit me, WITH HIS FRICKEN TRUCK! I was texting Rachel and…and I was texting…while driving. Smart, Quinn, very smart. I started to move my hands to cover my eyes that were still being burned by the lights in this hospital, a handsome man with dark hair told me to stop moving. Well, he was a nice change. " We`ll take care of you, my name is Doctor Smith, we are taking you to surgery." That was the last thing I heard before it all went black.
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" I don`t believe this.. how could this happen.." Mr. Shue said to nobody in particular. He was pacing back and forth in the waiting room. They had just gotten the update, Quinn was in surgery, critical but stable.
Rachel sat in her wedding dress, she should`ve been uncomfortable, but she wasn't. She was numb, so numb. " This is my fault, she was texting me. I shouldn't have rushed her…" She said. "Don't say that.. this isn't your fault" said, he sat next to Rachel. " This is nobody`s fault, okay?" She didn't believe him, how could she. This was on her, all of it. She turned away, "okay,," she whispered, barely audible, sat back in his chair, ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. It was going to be a long night.
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" Recovery….hard and painful…..have hope…." It drifted in and out, like it was a remix of some song. But it wasn't a song, it was my doctor. He didn't sound like the music type, I opened my eyes. "Quinny!.. oh Quinn….you`re awake!..." My mom screamed. She grabbed my face, I can see she`s been crying. " Mom… " My voice was hoarse, it came out as a whisper. "Don't talk sweety, its okay.." She smiled, like everything was okay, like I didn't just get hit by a truck. " Im sorry.." I said, I don't know why I said it, it felt like the thing to say. " Sweety this is not your fault…." I knew that, I did, a tear came down my face. I was crying, why was I crying. Jeez… it must be the drugs, I was hopped up on painkillers, oh what lovely doctors they were. My mom told me it was going to be okay. I knew that, not only because I was alive, but because I knew how I felt. I knew what I was hoping for, what I wanted, who I loved, and I was going to get them….I was.. no matter the cost.
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A/N: I purposely didn't add any certain person for her to "love", I wanted you all to put in your lovely ships and pair Quinn with whoever you liked. Thank you for reading and watch for some new stories I might write. Give me suggestions if you like