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CHAPTER 2

Quinn always knew she would die young. She first thought of committing suicide was at tender age of 12. She even thought of how she would do it, but her guts had failed her. From that time, Quinn knew that she would die young eventually, and to be truthful when she lay bleeding in her car she thought that was the end of her. But she was granted to live half a life. So if she killed herself now, it would be half suicide, thus half hell. That surely will be better than this hell of a life, Quinn mused.

Judy looked at her daughter as she rolled into the kitchen for breakfast. She looked tired and not someone who had a full night's rest. As she scanned her daughter she saw her daughter's left foot was placed in a odd angle that didn't seem to be comfortable. Without further delay, Judy placed her coffee cup and said, "How do you feel today, Quinnie? "

Quinn nodded silently as her mother came near her and placed a hand on her shoulder. She crouched before her and daintily set her left foot right. Quinn wasn't even aware it was tilted in that awkward angle. It felt so strange seeing people touch your legs not able to feel anything. Judy stood up and said, "Orange Juice, Quinnie?"

Again Quinn nodded.

The morning continued silently, her mother helping her now and then. At first it was embarrassing but now it's just routine.

The physiotherapist, a middle aged red headed woman named Betty arrived at 9:30 am. Along with her came a young brunette whom Quinn saw for the first time. Betty told her she was the intern named Claire. The session lasted for two hours. Betty seemed to be pleased by Quinn's progress, and discussed it animatedly with Judy.

"I am very hopeful, I must say she is recovering quite fast, after all it has just been two weeks since she has been discharged, and look what she achieved today! She wiggled her toes!"

Yes, Quinn had wiggled her toes that day, so today after so many days Quinn was smiling, a smile filled with hope.

Judy just ran her fingers through her daughter's blonde hair and gave Quinn a smile, her smile speaking volumes.

"She will be walking in no time, Mrs Fabray, I tell you. Your daughter is a fighter. She just needs to do her exercises' regularly. And that I will make sure of!"

Betty gave Quinn a huge smile and patted her on the head. She and Betty had formed a quite friendship in past few days, and it seemed the lady had taken a liking towards her from the very first day.

Quinn was ready by 5:30 and waiting for Rachel, and Rachel arrived at 5:50. She wheeled Quinn to her car and set her up in the passenger seat. The awkward shuffling and fumbling was the closest Quinn had come to Rachel's body. Rachel folded up her wheel chair and placed it in the back seat.

The brown haired girl started the car and they were off.

"Where are we going?" Quinn asked as she glanced at Rachel's profile.

Rachel tsked and said, "Curious, aren't we?"

"Yes, I am quite curious as to why you are acting all mysterious all of a sudden"

"If you must know, I am not kidnapping you, though I would like to do it someday. For today -"

Quinn's head snapped towards Rachel so fast she thought she would get a neck sprain.

But Rachel was continuing, "- we will be have a quite dinner at my house"

Did Rachel just flirt with her? Weird flirting, but that's also flirting right? Quinn contemplated as she watched shadows play on Rachel's face.

"We are here", Rachel announced and turned towards Quinn making her jerk on her seat. Had she been eyeing Rachel this whole time? What's wrong with her? Quinn shook her head to clear the jumbled thoughts and smiled at Rachel.

Rachel's brown eyes seemed to twinkle at her as lips turned upwards.

"Let me get your chair", Rachel said, and unbuckled her seat belt.

It will be an interesting night, Quinn thought, as she unbuckled her own seat belt and watched Rachel wrestle her chair out of the back seat.

She looked at the two storey house which she had visited just one time before. Quinn accepted Rachel's hand after opening the passenger side door. Their eyes met and Rachel's lips quirked up in a soft smile, the same smile that her physiotherapist has while helping her with her exercises'. Quinn shifted in her seat with her left hand and pushed her body forward, her eyes darting towards the wheel chair kept alongside the car door. Quinn felt the pull of gravity as she slipped from the car seat, and she closed her eyes involuntarily, her body predicting the unavoidable impact with the side with car. The impact never came; strong arms lifted her, and deposited her in the wheel chair. Quinn opened her eyes to find Rachel's face inches away from hers, her breath coming in soft puffs as she cupped Quinn's face, her fingers swiping hastily at something on her face. Her face felt wet and Quinn realized she was crying. A sob escaped her lip, and she heard a soft "No" escape Rachel's lips. She was pulled into a hug, the warmth of Rachel surrounding her.