Inside the hospital nurses rushed to and fro trying to attend to all of their patients. All of the nurses were called in to help attend to the large amount of people in the waiting room. Today seemed to be a busy day for accidents and almost all of the people were waiting for stitches. Paramedics burst through the door rushing a trolley with a misshapen girl into the hallways. One of the paramedics called for some help and a few doctors who could spare a glance came to look at the girl. One of the doctors turned pale once he got a glimpse of her dislocated shoulder and bruised face. The doctor turned away from the girl as he felt the contents of his stomach start to churn. Another doctor quickly took his place as the sickly one rushed to find a trashcan.
"What do we have here?" the doctor asked hoping this was not going to be another Jane Doe case.
"We couldn't find anything to identify her by, but we did find this picture of her in her car." The paramedic handed the picture over. The picture showed the face of a white female who looked to be in her mid teens. She was wearing a cheerleading uniform with the letters WMHS sewn onto the front. Basically this girl would become another Jane Doe that that would sit in their morgue if no one came forward to claim the body.
"Okay let's get as much of the blood off of her as we can so we can access injuries and see if she'll need surgery." The doctor motioned towards a room he thought was empty but was occupied by an older man. His hands were crossed over his chest and his eyes had a cloudy look that suggested deep thought. The man looked into the face of the doctor and then noticed the gurney with the girl. He studied her for a while and then lifted himself off of the bed.
"Sir we need you to lay back down so we can continue our tests on you." The doctor stated calmly while planning where to take the girl. The rooms further from the waiting room were empty waiting for new patients to occupy the beds and new blood to coat the floors and bed sheets. The doctor was about to turn the gurney to the hallway when the old man placed his hand on the doctor's shoulder.
"I'm feeling much better doctor thank you. I think I was just lonely. I'll go into the waiting room while you deal with this young lady here. She needs this bed more than I do. Please don't waist any time trying to argue with me I insist." The man gestured for the paramedics to lift the girl onto the bed and then stepped back. They hesitated but then the doctor nodded and they lifted the girl onto the bed sheets. The old man took one more look at the girl and said a silent prayer to God.
"God, please spare this child which you so graciously graced the Earth with. If it is your will allow this child to pass through death's door let her return to her family safely and let her live a long and healthy life till she is reunited with you again. In Jesus' name we pray. Amen" The man bowed his head and crossed himself before turning his feet towards the waiting room.
A few minutes later someone in the waiting room screamed and was pointing to the old man. Nurses rushed over to him pressing multiple stethoscopes to his chest looking for some sign of life but finding none. They called a gurney forward and silently wheeled the man through the double-hinged doors, which lead to the morgue. His heart began to slow as he had crossed the waiting room floor and his heart stopped altogether once he took a seat and glanced around at all the young faces waiting for news of their loved ones. He smiled to himself and took one more deep lungful of air as his heart thudded to a stop.
Inside the room the doctor busily worked alongside nurses trying to get the girl cleaned of most of the blood. Someone swabbed a DNA sampler over a patch of freshly flowing blood as the doctor scrapped away at a bit of dirt encrusted cut on her face. Once of the nurses noticed the picture on the nightstand and gasped.
"What is it Carmen?" The doctor asked as he placed band-aids on some of the girl's less severe wounds.
"This girl was on the front cover of a cheerleading magazine my daughter got. She's the head cheerleader at William McKinley High School. Her name's Quinn Fabray."
"Could you go and contact the family? Marissa give me a hand with this spot in her hair. Be careful about hitting any glass that may be imbedded in her skin, the last thing we want to do is make her worse before she goes into surgery." The doctor spared one glance at the nurse to make sure she was going and then returned his gaze back to his patient. The nurse rushed out the door and into their communications desk. She pulled up a search engine and typed in Quinn Fabray. Almost immediately a hit came up on the search and with some digging the nurse found a phone number. Regretfully the nurse picked up the phone and dialed the number. After a few rings a female voice picked up.
"Hello Fabray residence."
"This is the Lima Memorial Health System. We are trying to get a hold of a Judy Fabray. Is she home today?"
"This is her speaking." The woman's voice cracked as if bracing herself for the news about to come.
"Miss the news I am about to tell you is a bit difficult to say. Are you in a place where you can sit down?"
"I'm fine. Please continue." Judy answered into the phone her voice shaking with nervousness.
"Miss I'm afraid there's been an accident involving your daughter Quinn." The only sound on the other end was a sharp click as the phone slipped from the hands of Judy Fabray and her loud crying.