A/N: I deeply apologize for the wait. I don't even have an excuse as to what happened. Just know that I'm sorry.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any character or actors

Chapter 3

Breaking the News

"Car accident?" The question hung in the air a moment as I tried to process the information I was given. "How long have I been here?"

"You've been out for a few days. Do you remember anything?" Daddy inquired, pulling dad closer.

My face scrunched up in concentration as I delved into my mind. Images of the walk to my car flashed through my head. I tried pulling up more memories. Getting into the car, and then driving home. I flinch as I'm hit with a wave of pain; the sound of crunching metal fills my ears then…nothing.

"Some of it." I speak slowly. "Not much after getting in the car."

"Oh sweetheart."

Dad has a fresh wave of tears streaming down his face again. I look away hating to see him cry.

I hear the room door open and direct my gaze to a lean, male figure shutting the door. He must be the doctor I note, examining his appearance. Wearing a white lab coat, he steps forward with a clipboard in his pale hand and a pen in the other.

"I see your awake Miss Berry," he sends me a warm smile and I can't help but notice how white his teeth are. "I'm Dr. Hansen."

"Pleasure to meet you Dr. Hansen," I nod. He jots something down before directing his green eyes to both my fathers.

"Mr. and Mr. Berry," he acknowledges them, "we have the prognosis completed." He turns to me now. "Because you aren't of age yet I'll have to discuss this with your fathers."

I nod slowly in understanding. Of course I'm burning with curiosity anyway.

The good doctor and my fathers step outside of the room leaving me with my thoughts for a few minutes. They immediately stray to the Glee Club. As much as I wish I could disassociate myself from the show choir, my heart lies with them, even though they repeatedly trample all over it. How were they doing? Did any of them visit me? Did they even care?

I look around the room, hoping to find flowers or get well cards; the room is bare. Really, I should have known better, because all I end up doing is raising my hopes only to have them dashed brutally.

Dispersing those thoughts I lay quietly in the uncomfortable bed, awaiting the return of my two fathers. It doesn't take long. Dr. Hansen steps in first with a hand running through his messy brown hair, followed by daddy clutching dad's hand tightly. I wince at both new tear trails on their faces. How long before I won't hurt either of them?

Dr. Hansen glances at me and I catch sympathy and pity swimming in his eyes. My brown ones throw him a glare; I don't need nor want anybody's pity. He's taken aback for a minute and quickly switches out the clip board hanging from my hospital bed. "I'll give you all some privacy," he grimaces, eyeing my fathers then me.

I'm relieved once he steps out of the room. "What's the verdict?" Daddy grips Hiram's hand for strength and I know he'll be the one to break the news to me. It's so different from when he has to do it with other patients because I'm not just a patient. I'm his daughter.

"In basic terms you have a fractured wrist, and a broken left leg." I want to believe that's all but from his grave expression I know it isn't.

"What else?" I ask. He opens his mouth but hesitates, glancing quickly at dad.

"Please just tell me?" I'm begging now.

"Your windshield shattered completely during the crash. You had glass fragments impaled into your chest, slicing into your lungs. Others grazed your face and did some damage to your throat and its pipes."

"What are you saying?" I whisper, already feeling tears blurring my vision and threatening to fall.

"You could have choked to death on your own blood. Sweetheart, please be happy you're alive."

"Dad?" I plead, staring into his blue eyes. "Tell me."

"Honey I'm so sorry," he cries, gasping for breath. "The doctor said because of the extent of your injuries there's a slim chance you'll ever be able to sing again."

And it all comes crashing down.

My dreams.

My life.

New York.

Broadway.

It's all gone. It's all over.