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Here is the Quinn chapter written by random-gleekV

Quinn's POV

We sat in the waiting room of the Physical Therapy center. It was a drab room but our smiles lit it right up.
After I had told Joe that I could feel his hand, we immediately went into my house where my mom and Joe's mom were drinking tea and chatting. I had told my mom the news and she had almost screamed with joy. We hurried in the car and drove straight here, where the four of us sat, waiting.

My heart was pounding, for several reasons. One, Joe and I had a perfect date and then we kissed! And it was complete magic! And then when his hand rested on my leg, it was like his hand transferred sparks to my leg and I could feel it. Another reason was my mom and Mrs. Hart were so happy for me. They kept beaming and whispering to each other, but I knew it was all positive things. The last reason was Joe. He sat next to me and kept looking at me. He also had his new book with him and had it open like he was reading it, but after ten minutes, he was still on page two so I don't think he was reading much. As for me, I kept on poking my leg, to see if I could feel it. And most of the time, I could. Below my knee, I couldn't feel it very well, but I was too happy to be upset about that. Progress is progress!
Finally, the doctor called us in. All four of us went in the room and the psychiatrist looked at me.

"So you're getting feeling in your legs?" she asked. She had thinning rusty hair and thin lips.

"Yeah I am," I answered.

She made a note in her notepad. "That's good."

"Uh..." my mom spoke up. "Not to be a downer here, but...isn't it early? It's been three weeks since the accident. I think twenty five days, to be exact. The doctor at the hospital said one or two months."

"I guess it means that her spine is healing faster, meaning the impact wasn't a bad as presumed" the psychiatrist said.

"So it's a good thing?" My mom asked; just to confirm.

"Yup. Now, we're just going to do some little tests and I want you to tell me if you can feel it and to what extent."

We went back in my house. The session had gone well. I'm still in my wheel chair, for the time being. The psychiatrist's tests were pretty simple. It was just her poking and patting my legs and me telling her if I could feel it. I couldn't feel much at all by my feet, but I had another appointment there in a week's time so hopefully I will be able to by then.
So now, at my house, we sat in the family room. And by 'we' I mean Joe and I. The moms were back in the kitchen, re-heating their tea. And also, Joe's father came by and was drinking tea with them. As for us two, we were playing cards- Solitaire to be exact

"I hope you know; I am a master at this," Joe said, shuffling the cards like he was at a casino.

I snickered. "Well, prepare to lose that status because I am a pro."

"A pro loser," Joe murmured, shuffling the other deck. I threw a pillow at him.

When both decks were shuffled, I took one and moved the TV remote from the table

"Three, two, one, go!" I said and we began organizing our cards.

I had an ace of hearts and slapped that down in the middle.
Joe had already put down an ace of spade and a two on top of that.
The game was intense. Both of us rapidly moved cards and all that was heard was the slap of cards on the wooden table. At one point, I had no moves so I watched Joe move his cards and hopefully make a move that I could add to.

"Did you give up already?" Joe asked as he moved a stack over to another. He had looked up and saw me watching his cards.

"Very funny. No, I just have no moves. And maybe if you stopped worrying about what I'm doing, you'd hurry up and make a move that I could add on to. Like moving that five, four and three to that six there" I advised.

"Maybe I don't want to," Joe retorted. "Now shush! You're distracting me."

The game continued on for a while longer. I had gotten back into it too. And I was winning, no matter what Joe may think. My stack of remaining cards was much smaller than his stack. The game got so much intense than it was, as we both were close to the end. Our slaps of cards on the stacks got so much quicker and rushed as we fought for victory. We had both run out of cards and were hurrying to get the other cards into the stacks in the middle.

"Yes!" I shouted as I slapped the king of hearts into the stack. It was my final card.

"No!" Joe wailed. He had two cards left to put down. "No!"

"Like a boss," I said smugly, drumming my hands on the table.

Joe still wasn't in the know with the lingo so he kinda stared at me blankly.

"It means I win!" I said with a smile.

Joe shook his head, but didn't deny it. He couldn't.
"I am the Solitaire champion!" I shouted, savoring my win.

"That was just luck," Joe said, blushing.

"Oh yeah?" I asked. "You still think you're the master, Mr. Hart?"

"I do indeed," Joe said in his fake British accent.

"Care for a rematch then?" I asked, separating our two decks of cards.

"Bring it, Ms. Fabray" Joe said. He tied back his dreads. I guess that meant business.

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