Hi! Sorry for the wait, I was writing the next few chapters + making sure they actually make sense! This chapter is kind of confusing, I hope it's not, but it might be! This is QUINN'S POV! If you get confused about what's going on, JUST KEEP READING. It will make sense eventually.
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Ow…
My eyes are closed and my head is pounding, I scrunch up my eyes, and groan. My head…
Where am I?
My fingers curl into the soft ground and rain cascades down onto my face. Oh.
I feel the wet ground beneath me, and with a jolt of pain I realise I have landed on my arm. The shock of the landing must have numbed the pain for a while, because now it hits me at full force… I lay as still as I can and ignore the concerned but strangely muted voices trying to worm their way into my mind.
I slightly open my eyes and become immediately disorientated. Faces swim in my vision and their voices make my head pound. So I shut my eyes again and wonder with a confused painful mind what is going on. Shut up! I want to shout. My head hurts! From far away I hear a panicked voice that can only be Santana's
'' ….Quinn! Q? Can you hear me...?'
In answer I groan. And open my eyes again a little wider. San is just a foot from my face, about to I presume slap me. A look of relief crosses her face and she sighs with a smile, her brown pony tail flicking as she straightens herself upright. She grin's at the sky, '' Quite a drop their Q '', I turn my head and see the slippery branches that played host to my fall. ''owww'' I whimper. San's eyes immediately turn worried again and she turns to Brittney. ''Go get mama''
I feebly try and get up, but only succeed in turning my body over in a painful flop after I struggled to pull my chest above ankle height, wincing at the pain in my side and head and arm and everywhere. Santana gasps, seeing that my side is covered with blood - were a branch savagely tore at me on the horrific way down - and my arm bent at a disturbing angle.
''BRITTNEY'' she screams wildly. ''B COME HERE, IT'S Q!''. She kneels down to me, all humour gone from her face and gently supports my back, she pulls me forward slowly and I see her wince when my body weight comes of my arm and I cry out quietly. She takes of her jacket, its black and ragged but I know it means the world to her; it belonged to her brother once, Pedro. She folds it and puts it on my side where she can see blood seeping through the midnight blue top I'm wearing onto my pale skin and jeans.
Feebly I try and resist;
''No san! That was your brothers!''- It comes out as a whisper, much less convincing sounding then I'd hoped.
''He's gone now, we can't help him. You're more important now.'' she frowns furiously and gently helps me up, her body supporting mine, my throbbing arm wrapped protectively against my chest.
Even in my pounding head and dazed confused state I recognise the significance of this.
''But san…'' I manage to spit out, but my head lurches before I can continue and I fall onto Santana heavily – even at 14 years, I was always taller than her, and she struggles to keep me upright, but I am past caring. I see out of the corner of my eye Brittney run out of Santana's house. San's mama running close behind her, she is saying something frantically but I can't hear her. Dizzy and uncoordinated I slip out of Santana's arms and into unconscious.
''… She hasn't woken up yet, her pulse is speeding up… maybe the anaesthetic…. Alert the school… yes…''
In a fog of voices and a swirling mist I awake. The aftermath of a strange dream confusing me. My ringing phone snap's me back into reality. Ahhh I internally curse myself. Why on earth did I pick this song as my ringtone? I push the sleep out of my eyes and pick up my black cellphone – to be 'only used in emergencies', this probably was an emergency, what if B has eaten glitter again? I glance at the caller ID. Nope screw that. This was probably WW3. 'Puck calling'. I stretch before answering, wishing I had not fallen asleep on my desk again, my neck was sore.
''Hey, Quinn speaking'' I say trying not to sound tired.
''Hey Q, -'' He pauses, Cough's a little then starts again. I hear the phone slip,and he fumbles with it for a second before saying;
'' Can you do me a favour?''
I think about this for a second. What could Puck want?
''sure'' I answer a bit hesitantly.
''Cool!'' He chirps, ''Can you open your front door my hands are full''
I laugh. Normally Puck would just burst in unannounced and demand my attention. Haha… now I know why he rang. Typical. I throw my Dark blue hoodie over my T- shirt, before slipping downstairs.
My parents are out again, as usual, dads on a business trip and mum's gone on a shopping spree in Paris( or somewhere equally far away and elaborate). Eleven's plenty old to be left alone at home, they say.
Independence is a good thing they tell the Neighbours. But really it was just an excuse. Now that Fannie's left they spend all their spare time away, doing goodness knows what. I always felt like I wasn't enough for them. That was reinforced a lot not intentionally but no matter what I did, Fannie did it better, and now that she is gone I am a meagre replacement. I dunno maybe one day I'll give up trying to please them. I sigh opening the door. And immediately begin to smile.
Pucks hands are full, in one hand He's holding a shopping bag, a pillow and a toothbrush, and in the other a backpack and a jacket. His phone is slipping out of his grasp and I catch it laughing. He smiles at me, waving a DVD in front of my face; I knew what it meant as soon as he called me to open the door, sleepover.
See, in er… compensation of being allowed to sleepover and eat all my food be in my company etc…he would bring a 'wussy girl movie' to watch with me, I smiled, ''what you bring this time, puck? ''
He grins, his shaggy brown hair flopping over his eyes,
'' lion king, lady and the tramp and Titanic''
I squeal, ''All of them!''
He sighs then smiles that puck smile then pulls another DVD out of the bag while holding his toothbrush in his mouth. I see the familiar red case and groan.
'' come on Quinn! Super Mario bros is amazing!''
'' Okay fine-'' I say pretend grumbling. But I'm still smiling; Puck dumps his shoes, coat and bag in the hallway carrying the plastic bag and DVD's over to the lounge. Puck's been here loads of times. He's the only other one that knows what it's like, to have parents that don't really care. Well that's not all true, his dad left when he was 7, and his mum loves him with everything she has, but she has to work long hours on weekends at the hospital so he knows what it is to be alone.
He knows how down I get when both my parents leave me for the weekend, or week, or fortnight. So he comes over, carrying comfort food, PJ'S, DVD'S and his usual puckish grin, he always knows how to cheer me up.
I check the clock, it's around 6, I glance over at puck and he knows what I mean. I run up to my room and quickly change into my comfy jammies, I check my reflection before I leave my room and quickly plat back my bangs and let my hair fall around my shoulders, glad that I had straightened it that morning.
I run down the stairs in my bright yellow Pyjama Bottoms and white singlet. Grabbing my grey hoodie from my bed I run down the stairs. We both fall about laughing as we collide in the corridor, both equally eager to get to the lounge and properly begin our sleepover.
I grin at pucks clothes, they are no different from usual but I can never help cracking a smile as I see him in his beanie. I remember I gave it to him on his 9th birthday; a year or two after we first met. Its brown colour matches his shaggy brown hair completely and surprisingly the fluffy cats ears on top make him look cute. Puck of course would not be seen dead wearing it outside my house, but I couldn't care less, this was my side of puck and no one else's. I pull the hat over his eyes as I race past him into the lounge, ignoring his adamant squeals of protest as he blindly stumbles after me.
…
My head slips against pucks shoulder as we watch the ending scenes of the titanic. My hands tighten on his arm as I hold back tears as rose lets jack go to be alone under the sea. I lift my head up and faintly I see my best friends eyes glisten. As if sensing me watching he subtly wipes his eyes, and then looks at me with a glare , I can hear him in my head '' I didn't cry! Seriously Quinn something hit me in the face! I was rubbing it away!.'' He would never admit to liking the '' wussy girl movies '' we watched almost every weekend.
My eyes get heavy and I go limp around puck's body, breathing in breathing out. Giving in to my desire to sleep, surrounded by warmth and love and puck.
….
My heartbeat starts to ring loudly in my ears and my head begins to pound painfully with it. Ow. My head hurts and bright white dots appears behind my eyes, I try to turn over to find my whole body is hurting, and I am trapped.
My confused brain shuts down and I slip away into darkness again.
….
I was lying down. At least, I think I was – my head was dizzy and I couldn't really tell my rights from my lefts anymore. Dull voices were what had pulled my back from the darkness, the sounds had wormed their way into my mind and leaving me mixed and confusing messages, as If I wasn't already confused already. Were even was I? Oh gosh, my head, what the hell was going on? I tried to open my eyes and sit up, but I shocked myself in finding that I couldn't. My eyes weren't opening and my body wasn't obeying my meagre commands.
Oh shoot.
Breathe, breathe.
Okay.
Lift head up - No response
Eyes - don't even bother
Pinkie? –no…
Not a chance.
Okay...
Well at least I didn't feel pain. But then I couldn't really feel anything else either. Like that was a good thing, where was I anyway? What was going on? Why do i feel like i should be in pain?
Maybe I was dead?
Why would I be dead anyway?
Oh my gosh.
I remember.
The crash, - shoot, that doctor, my…. Oh no. My legs.
I forced myself not to panic. But I couldn't, a dark cloud had overcast my body leaving me immobile and scared. I had to be alive though didn't I? Hadn't that doctor said I'd be okay? I mean… I hadn't lost that much blood I mean sure, my arm hurt and my head but I'd be fine! Right?
Oh who was I kidding, I saw the state I was in, the pale fear in those doctors' eyes, the way he spoke to me as if caressing a dying animal, soothing me into sleep. And he was a Doctor.
Another thought hit me suddenly; maybe this was hell.
Punishment for all my mistakes, to be alone…
Forever.
Oh no. Wait.
Someone was talking.
Hope rekindled itself inside me and I strained with all my might to catch their words.
It took me a moment in my drugged confused state to realise they weren't talking. They were singing.
It only took me a second the register those soothing tones, Puck.
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HI. Sorry for not updating for like ever, but I have written this chapter now! And the next one. Hope that makes up for it ;) Ok, Here is what just happened if you had no clue of what has just occurred.
Quinn is in a coma.
Her brain was connecting the pain in her arm and head to another memory, the one of her falling out of the tree at Santana's, So she kinda re-lived it…. You know?
Then the beeping of the machines rewoke her in another memory, The one were her phone wakes her.
She slips into a happy puck memory, and then when she goes to sleep in the dream she feels the pain in her head again, and with a fuzzy memory of the dreams her brain just thought up she realises were she is and what is happening at the present.
IF ANY OF THAT DIDN'T MAKE SENCE I AM SORRY.
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