A/N- Hi, finally back to Quinn's POV, hope I didn't leave you waiting too long for this chapter. Let me know what you think of it! Read, Review, Reunite.


Quinn woke up to the incessant beeping of machines, whirring of monitors, and dripping of fluid down an IV into her arm. The noise was the first thing that she registered. The silence was the last thing she noticed before she passed out, and the first she noticed when she awoke. The next thing that got through to Quinn was Puck passed out in a chair next to her bed and suddenly everything came back to her.

The shooting, the blood, the weird dream. Checking herself over from head to toe she seemed to be unharmed except for a bandage wrapped securely around her upper left arm. Her breath hitched in her throat and she could have sworn her heart stopped for a moment as she tried to wiggle her fingers, but sure enough after a second the digits complied and moved over the top of her blanket sending a slight chill up her arm.

"Fabray, you are never allowed to do that again." Puck said, he had woken up from his nap and his voice was low and gravely from sleep.

"Deal." she easily agreed. The last thing she wanted was to get shot again, granted that wasn't her first time having bullets flying at her, but it was the first time that she had gotten hit.

Puck sat up properly, rubbing his eyes and checking his phone, "You had half the precinct in here earlier. Even the chief came down to check on you. It was hilarious, you should have seen the look on your doctor's face when half the NYPD was saying what would happen if you didn't pull through."

Quinn smiled, dysfunctional as it was, the force was a sort of family and it felt good to know that they cared for her enough to threaten a medical professional, "Wait, what time is it?"

"About ten." the boy said checking his watch, "Your surgery took a lot of the evening and then you were so medicated that you slept straight through the night. Well straight through save for some random, weird mumbling about princesses. I blame the morphine."

The blonde nodded uneasily, she just hoped that she hadn't said something stupid, "So what's the word on my arm?"

Puck seemed reluctant to look at the bandage on her arm, "It wasn't too big of an injury actually. Through and through they patched you up pretty well but they said there would be a bit of physical therapy time. They are just waiting for some test results back and you'll be released with an outpatient physical."

Quinn heard what he was saying but didn't really process it for a bit. When she did though, it hit her like a ton of bricks. She reached up and gently fingered the bandage around her arm, holding her breath she pressed her right hand flat against the injury and applied the smallest bit of pressure. The air rushed out of her lungs when she did, but ever since she was young, she was the kind of kid that picked at scabs and didn't believe that a wall socket really shocked you until she felt it for herself.

Looking around her room, Quinn finally saw the insane amount of flowers decorating every available surface of the tiny hospital room. When a cop gets hurt it wasn't taken lightly.

"Physical therapy? You've got to be kidding me." Last year Quinn had twisted an ankle in pursuit of a suspect and the doctor had insisted she go through 'physical therapy' to ensure she didn't suffer further damage. Three days a week for four weeks she had to do strengthening exercises like swimming and stretching. It was a complete waste of time and she wasn't able to do any real work the entire time, but she had killer calves now.

"Don't look too excited there Quinn, I know you love being on the gimp squad but it's only temporary."

"You call it gimp squad one more time and I swear..." the entire time when Quinn had been chained to her desk, Puck had made sure to poke extra fun at her.

"Hey, it's not nice to threaten people Quinn. Especially your partner."

The blonde just shook her head, the blonde knew that she was never going to live down this injury and Puck would always bring this up as the time he saved her. She was interrupted before she could rant though by a doctor entering her room to give her an update.

"It's good to see you are awake finally Officer." she said with a large smile, Quinn tried to determine if the extra kindness was because she was a police officer, because Puck was sitting next to her looking incredibly intimidating, or because the doctor was genuinely that happy, "We got most of your test results back and so far it looks like you'll be back on the job in no time!"

Thank goodness, Quinn thought to herself, "Great! Can I get an ETA on when you think I'll be able to get out of here?"

"Well since we are still waiting on a few tests, you still need an outpatient physical, and I want you to meet with the doctor who will be conducting your physical therapy before you leave so I'd guess you're going to be here for a few more hours."

"Alright, thanks." the blonde said dejectedly.

"On the bright side, your surgery went amazingly! I'm sure your partner already gave you the cliff notes but the injury was relatively superficial. Hardly punctured the muscle tissue at all and really the operation took so long because we had our best plastic surgeon in there to close and make sure that scarring would be minimal." the doctor was trying to shed a positive light on the whole situation and Quinn had to commend her for trying.

"Too bad Q, girls love scars!" Puck chimed in with bright eyes.

Quinn rolled her eyes, "Thanks Puck."

"It's true!" He pushed on, "Doctor, don't you think Quinn would look like five times hotter if she had a scar?"

The blonde smacked him with her good arm and flashed the doctor an apologetic grin, "I'm sorry, Puck doesn't quite know when to shut up."

"It's fine." the doctor said, "I'll let you know when you will be able to go." she went to leave the room but just before she did, she fake whispered over her shoulder to Puck, "I think she's plenty cute enough without the scar."

Quinn could swear she saw the doctor wink at her as she shut the door behind her. Puck was silent for a moment, but Quinn saw how he had to physically clench his jaw to keep from making a comment, "Fine, let's hear it Puck."

"Look who could totally score with the doc if she didn't already have a booty call coming to see her at noon!" he jeered then slapped a hand over his mouth when he realized his mistake.

"What the hell do you mean I have a booty call coming to visit in under an hour!?" Quinn's voice steadily rose higher until she was practically supersonic as she screeched the last word of her question.

Puck suddenly became very interested in his shoes and stared determinedly at them while they shuffled nervously, "Um, well Rachel had texted me, well you. She wanted to know if you were still on for lunch, which of course you weren't because you are in the hospital. I told her where you were so that it wouldn't seem like you were standing her up."

Quinn could understand his logic and appreciated that he took the time to fill her in but still, "You told her that I'm in the hospital!?"

"Yeah, then she sort of freaked out so I had to tell her that you were just a little bit shot. Then I invited her to come visit you because she seemed concerned about you. She'll be here in like an hour."

"Shit, she can't see me like this! I look like hell!" Quinn sat up straight in the bed and tried to brush out her hair with her fingers a bit, it was hopeless. "Puck, I need you to go and find me a hair tie, a toothbrush, and some concealer."

"Do I look like your bitch boy?"

"Actually yeah, you do!"

He relented and left reciting the list over in his head so he wouldn't forget blonde began nervously nibbling on her fingernail like she did when she was uncertain, worst case scenarios began playing out in her mind's eye. Everything seemed to be going wrong between her and Rachel. Quinn wasn't supposed to be some helpless damsel in distress.

Puck returned quicker than expected, slightly out of breath and red faced. He dropped the requested items on her bed, "There you go, hair tie from that cute nurse at the station down the hall, toothbrush from the gift shop, concealer from this hot chick in the waiting room, and a sandwich from the deli down the street!"

"I didn't ask for a sandwich." the blonde said. She corralled her hair quickly into a side braid and secured it with the hair tie.

"Yeah that's actually for me." he grabbed it back from Quinn's lap and began unwrapping it while the blonde took the toothbrush and concealer into the bathroom, "Might want to put some pants on while your up Q!"

She gave him a wave with one finger and closed the bathroom door a little harder than necessary while Puck started eating the sandwich with his feet thrown up on the empty bed. Quinn returned soon, while in the bathroom she realized that she never did request toothpaste. Before she could complain that Puck didn't have the foresight to buy toothpaste, she saw Rachel walk right past her room, the brunette really didn't have a good sense of direction.

Quinn jumped into the bed, displacing Puck's feet, and slipped under the covers, "How do I look?" she whispered.

"Pathetic." he whispered back.

The blonde smacked him then tried to figure out how to act natural, which proved to be harder than it really should be. She was interrupted in the middle of looking around for something to read by Rachel poking her head in the door, her eyes lit up when she saw Quinn, but dimmed slightly as they took in the rest of the hospital room.

"Hi." she said slightly breathlessly.

"Hi." Quinn replied, Puck smirked looking between the two of them before he subtly poked the blonde with his foot, "Come in." she said. Rachel smiled and took the unoccupied seat on the other side of the blonde's bed.

Quinn thanked the heavens that she wasn't wearing a heart monitor because she swore that if she had been it would start beeping frantically to match the racing of her pulse right now. She was convinced that if the brunette smiled any wider, her heart would fly straight out of her chest and escape the hospital. That is, it would if it didn't already belong to the woman who was currently sitting in the chair beside her bed.


A/N- So I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thank you all for the reviews that last chapter got, it really motivated me to get this chapter out sooner!