Her whole body ached as her mind began to stir back into a world once familiar. A severe pounding coursed through her head, but she was alive, right? Maybe? Who knew. Not her. Not Quinn Fabray. Her eyes wouldn't open, and she couldn't seem to , not at all. No movement. Not even the feeble reflex of blinking was currently a viable option. And she wasn't breathing. Not manually, anyways. Right, so so sum up: no blinking, no breathing and what felt like the worlds worst hangover was currently occurring within her head; but she could think. She could think. This was thinking. She was thinking about what was happening. Trying to recall why she couldn't open her eyes, or breathe, or move. Maybe she could think better if that horrible sound wasn't filling her ears. What even was that? Wait, she could hear too? What the hell was going on? The sound, which crescendo-ed with every delicate intake of breath, sounded like pure agony. It sounded how Quinn felt, completely damaged. A wreck. It sounded like hurt, and grievance. It sounded like sadness, and pain. It sounded like Rachel Berry.
She paused her thoughts to listen to what seemed to be her favourite diva weeping. The idea made her insides grimace, but she felt like she had no form of expression. Rachel crying was something she and many others had grown very accustomed to, whether it was due to the tiny brunette not getting the solo she expected, or after breaking up with Finn for the billionth time, or when she was in the bathroom stalls and she thought no one could hear didn't mean Quinn liked it any less whenever she heard the sound. She wondered why she was crying this time; what was the matter. How she could help. But she couldn't help. She couldn't even open her freaking eyes. How pathetic.
"It's okay, Rachel. Stop crying."
Finn. Oh goodie. Just as things were bad enough, that massive lump of a boy had decided to voice his invalid opinion. Although she wanted Rachel not to cry, there was no need for him to be so forceful and inconcider- Oh.
Oh fuck.
Images of a phone, her phone, seemed to flash somewhere in her memory. She was texting on her phone. She was texting Rachel on her phone about the wedding. Rachel's wedding. A fumble of tires screeching, and people screaming and darkness. And now she was was here, listening to Rachel crying. And it was Quinn's fault. She was screaming inside her head for the brunette to stop, but she couldn't hear her. In fact, she swore the girl began to sob even harder.
"On my way." Rachel mumbled aloud for the group to hear, gazing at the text that illuminated her face. Finn's eyes dug into her anxiously. Whenever he gave her this look, she instantly felt smaller in his presence. She hated that. Really hated it. It was patronizing, and unnecessary. But not wanted to start a pointless fight on her wedding day, she bit her lip to stop words from flowing out.
"Well?" He hissed sharply, walking toward her again. The girls in pink all watched from behind Rachel, each with a different expression of either annoyance or irritation etched upon their faces.
"Well, what?" She spat out, looking away from her phone. "Look, Quinn's on her way. She'll be here any second, please? I need her here. She's-..." Rachel let out a sigh, looking back down to her phone. The screen had know dimmed, and she could barely see the faded words. "She's the closest thing I have to a best friend, and if she's not here, then I don't see the point a-"
"You don't see the point?" Finn bawled, scrunching his face up like a two year old who'd just cacked their pants. Another thing she didn't like about Finn. His face- well, the one he was currently pulling.
"That's not what I meant." Rachel sighed, chewing her lip and looking away from the boy. "I just need Quinn to be here."
"Look, whatever. We've missed our slot now, anyway. I'm going to head back with my Mom and Burt okay? You just do whatever." He whined out, taking a large sniff.
"No, Finn, come on- Don't do this! I want to get married, I do. I want to marry you today." Rachel sighed, walking over to him and placing a hand on his shoulder. He shrugged it away.
"Finn, I-"
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
She stopped. "If you answer that phone..."
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
Rachel gulped and looked down at the screen. It was Quinn. Something wasn't right.
"If you even have to think about it.." He warned, pointlessly. Of course she didn't have to think about it.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
"...then what's the point."
Her finger hit the green phone button on her cell with a small click and she pulled it up to her ear as the taller boy turned swiftly, and marched off. She shut her eyes as the rest of Finn's groom's men brushed past to go check on him.
"Quinn." The brunette said breathlessly. Her eyes fluttered shut as she awaited the response.
"Hello, Rachel?" A man said softly down the phone. Her eyes snapped wide open.
"Who is this?"
"Hi, I'm Officer David Sutton. You're in this woman's phone as her in case of emergency contact. Are you a relative or friend?"
"Friend? Look, what are you on about?" Rachel breathed, turning to her bridesmaids. Santana immediately shot up, her face filling with dread. She was instantly followed by Brittany, who took her girlfriends hand and gave it a squeeze.
"We've identified this woman after looking at her drivers licence as Miss Lucy Quinn Fabray, is that correct."
"Yes, now tell me what's wrong!" She demanded. The two girls moved towards Rachel, telling her to calm but she shook her head rapidly at them as tears began to pool in her dark eyes.
"I'm afraid Quinn's been in a road accident."
"She's what!?"
Her eyes clenched shut and Rachel gave the phone to Santana as her mouth gaped and she tried to breathe. Brittany rubbed her back and Santana quizzed the man on directions, and where the girl would be taken next. She also informed him of her mother, Judy's, numbers and locations. Santana always was the most level headed in these kinds of situations, and Brittany heavily admired her for it. Especially when Britt could see that the love of her life was currently heartbroken at the prospect of her best friend being mangled up between metal.
After about five minutes, Santana hung up the phone. By this point, Rachel was sitting on a chair, looking down at the floor. Her fingers were delicately laced together in Brittany's. Her beautifully blue eyes met dark ones.
"Quinn uh, is in hospital. She's not woken up yet. Car accident. Well, a hit and run. The driver fucked off after he hit her. They think she was texting..." Rachel's eyes shot up.
"What?"
"Never mind. Let's just go to the hospital, okay? She's going into surgery now, broken leg, I think the guy said." Santana mumbled, exhaling the last of her energy as she walked out of the now quiet building and out to the parking lot. She gazed up at the darkened sky as she jammed her keys into her car door.
"Quinn, if you don't pull through, I'll kick your ass from here to fucking Mars." The sky grumbled, and she slipped into the vehicle. Brittany by her side, and a distraught unmarried bride in the back seat. Rain drops slipped down the window, and with a gulp, Santana started the car, and headed for Lime State Hospital.
