Quinn eyes are set like stone as she speeds down the street. You are jolted forward, as she slams the brakes. You see Mohawk hands as he holds the wound on Abrams lower back. The sounds of bullet's as other cops fire at the gang members hidden behind other cars that line the street. You step out of the car and hit the ground as a bullet slams into your chest. You fall harshly on your ass. A string of curse words fall out. You find yourself again thanking a higher being for your vest.

"Some first day." You sigh heavily as you roll on to your stomach and crawl to where Mohawk is holding Abram's wound.

"Lopez, cover me and the medic's." You hear Quinn say into your talkie. You nod and run to the other end of the patrol car. You look over and see another officer loading his gun. You pull yours out as your hands shake. You take a deep centering breath. Remember shoot to stun not kill, unless need. You peek over the edge to gage the location of the other gang members. You switch your safety latch. The sounds of bullet's and the other cops are all you hear. You aim your gun at a leg of one of the members and take the shot. He cries in pain and falls you jump when a hand touches your shoulder.

"Nice shot." Quinn voice says and you relax a little as she takes up a position next to you and shots. The area looks clear. Quinn pulls you to your feet and you run to the car. You flip the siren again and Quinn speeds off to the hospital.

"My relationship with Quinn?" She asks, breaking you out of your flashback

"It's a long story." Brittany says.

"Is it funny? Quinn said it was a funny story." Brittany eye twitches. You hit a nerve.

"Oh did she?" You hesitantly nod.

"How about I tell you then we go check on the group?" Brittany says.

"We're step sisters." She says as she picks up her coffee and stands. You stand too and wince a little.

"What is that?" She asks and leans over to touch the hole in your shirt.

"Is that a bullet hole?" She asks.

"Yes." You say and walk out of the cafe. You feel her tightly grip on your arm and shove you into the restroom.

"Please tell me you got checked out?" You shake your head and try to push past her.

"No I didn't because I'm fine." You says and try again she grabs your arms pushes you back.

"Take off your shirt and vest." You look at her.

"Smooth." You say sarcastically. She lunges at you and pushes you against the wall. She pushes you hands over your head and holds them there.

"Let me see." She says. You bring your knee up quick and slam into her spread legs. Then shove her back. She stumbles and catches her self on a sink. You glare at her as you make your way to the door. When you walk past her her hand shoots out and grabs you.

"You could make it easy and let me see or I will take them off." She says and you begin to push at her hand.

"I will arrest you this time." You hiss at her and push against her strong hold.

"Arrest me all you want as long as I know you're okay."

"Fine." You say and unbutton your shirt, and hang it on a stall door. You un-velcro your vest and slip it over your head. Wincing in pain all while doing so. Now you standing in your bra and pants in front of her. She steps forward and places a hand on your ribs. You groan and flinch away.

"Stay still." She orders and place one hand on you hip to keep you in place. She pushes on one of your right ribs.

"Does this hurt?" She asks and your hand falls to her hair and you pull it in anger.

"Ow." She says pulling her hand away from your ribs and shoving it away from her hair.

"Sorry, did that hurt?" You ask snidely. She roll her eyes.

"Could just said yes." She says and you laugh at her tone of voice. You groan in pain after you laugh. She takes a knee and goes back to her examining your stomach. She moved her hand up to another and press down.

"Hurt more or less?" She asks.

"Less." You say and she nods. She moves her hand down past the one that hurt the when she pushed it down.

"More or less?" She asks and your body responds in the only way it knows how. So you slap her cheek.

"Son of a bitch!" She shouts as the slap rings out.

"More." She says and stands up.

"It seems the lower half of your ribs are most likely bruised." She says as she rub her achy cheek.

"Why couldn't you just use words?" You laugh as you pull your shirt on, deciding to leave your off vest. Seeing as you need a new one. Brittany turns and her eyes drop in the bullet hole in your shirt. She pulls the sweatshirt over her head and hands it to you. You slip into it as she picks your vest up. Her sweater is too big for you so you roll the sleeves up.

"So?" Brittany says.

"So?" You respond.

"My question, why couldn't you use words?" You look at her red cheek.

"The first time was to prove a point, the second time was an accident and my body reacted on instinct." You say as you both walk to the waiting room. You see Quinn curled into Rachel. She sees Brittany and raise an eyebrow, then looks at you in her sweater.

"What happened?" Rachel asks.

"It's not what it looks like Berry." Brittany says as she walks away.

"Friends of Artie Abrams" The doctor calls his dark hair is gelled back. Hummel stands first and rushes over.

"What happened Blaine?" He asks Mohawk and Quinn also stands soon they are all huddle around him.

"Good news or bad?" He questions. You hate when some asks that no matter what happens the bad will either crush you in the beginning or ruin the joy of the good news.

"It's up to you Noah." You hear Brittany say quietly. You look back and see her blue eyes filled with tears.

"Good." Noah says. Blaine nods and looks around the group.

"Good news Artie is alive." Everyone seems to smile and everything feel light, but you are already ready for the bad news. You slip towards the back and slip your hand into Brittany's hand. She looks at them before looking back at Blaine.

"And the bad." Noah says. Blaine heaves a heavy sigh.

"He is paralyzed from the waist down." You feel everyone's sadness, all the joy from the good gone. Just like you predicted. You feel Brittany's grip tighten and you run your thumb over the back of her hand.