It's means I have to go to physical therapy. So I have to go through this whole morning routine again. Except I don't think Puck is coming over to help this time. He still is mad at what I said to him yesterday. I tried calling him but he never answered me. I slept in the living room just because I had a feeling Puck wasn't coming over so I didn't want my mom to bring me down the stairs all by herself.
My mom brought all my makeup and hair supplies down stairs. I applied my makeup and I was ready to go. My mom rolled me to her car and she helped me into it.
Once we got to the physical therapy building I didn't want to get out. I was scared. Scared that I would never get better. Scared that when I got in there they would say there was nothing they could do for me. My mom helped me out of the car into wheelchair. She wheeled me inside and we both met the doctor. He was really nice. His name was Dr. Ronald, he had bushy black hair and a scruffy beard. Once he said that we will be starting the physical therapy my mother said she had to go to work. She kissed me goodbye and I was left alone with the doctor. He asked if I was ready. Not really but I nodded my head anyway.
I really wish Puck was here. The doctor wheeled me into a room with some padded tables. He helped me out of the wheelchair and placed me back down on one of the tables. He then said that he was going to test how much feeling I had and he told me that he was going to push me to gain more feeling. I nodded.
I layed there moving my toes. It hurt but not that much. The doctor then told me to try and move my whole foot. I tried but nothing happened. He said he wanted me to keep going so I tried and tried. Finally my ankle moved a little. I got so excited. The doctor told me to keep going. It hurt so much. Then out of nowhere I felt someone grab my hand and squeeze it. I thought it was the doctor at first but then I opened my eyes and I saw Puck. He smiled down at me and said,
"I'm here now. You can do this."
I don't know if it was that Puck was here or just because the therapy was working but I moved my ankles. Both of them all the way around. I was so happy!
The Doctor told me that that was enough for today and that he will see me next week. I thanked him as he walked out of the room. Puck helped me down into my wheelchair and wheeled me all the way out to his car. He had his truck today so he picked me up and placed me into the passenger seat. He got in the car on the other side.
He drove for awhile without saying anything. I finally broke the silence by saying,
"Um thanks for coming."
"No problem." He said bluntly.
"Listen I know you care about me and I do care about you but it's just..." Tears started falling from my eyes, "I just feel so helpless and alone in all this. Like nobody knows how this feels. To have it all and then that be taken away from you."
He didn't say anything he just continued driving which shocked me. I wiped away my tears.
Puck then pulled into some parking lot. He parked the car, and then he turned towards me and said,
"Quinn you shouldn't feel this way. I came didn't I. You showed me and everyone today that you are going to get full feeling back if you just keep working at it."
"I just hate myself for pushing everyone away from me."
"God Quinn don't you understand that your not pushing anyone away. They just don't want to be around you when your like this cause it reminds them that they could of done something for you. It hurts everyone that you're like this…" He looked away, "even me."
"Well if it hurts you so much why are you here?"
He quickly turned his head back towards me, "Because I freaking love you!"
I didn't say anything.
"I know you don't feel the same or you say you don't but I don't care Quinn. I love you. I love the bitchy Quinn, the Quinn who cares about her friends, the determined Quinn," he leans in and pulls my hair away from my face, "and I love the smart, sexy, and beautiful Quinn." I then close my eyes waiting for him to kiss me but all he does is kiss me on the cheek. I opened my eyes surprised.
Puck turns toward the wheel and starts the car. I sit there with my mouth open astonished at what had just happened. Puck looks at me and says,
"What?"
"Nothing I just...just thought..."
He sits there with a blank expression on his face. My face turns red as I says,
"You know what just never mind, I get it."
"Get what?"
"Just that you don't love the paralyzed Quinn." I cross my arms as if to show my anger.
"No I love the paralyzed Quinn. Especially since all your parts still work." He gives me a smirk and winks at me. I smile a little but I try to hide it. "But I didn't say it because 'paralyzed Quinn' is the same as all the other Quinn's."
"Then why didn't you kiss me?"
"Are you kidding me!? Why would I kiss you when you don't like me. I was trying to make things un-awkward."
"I care about you Puck."
"To me that's not an invitation for a make out session. My grandma cares about me I don't need you too."
"Well I do care about you, but I thought you knew it was different than that."
"Obviously not. Why don't you explain it to me." He sounds angry.
"Well we had a baby together Puck."
"Oh my god back to that shit again." He rolls his eyes.
"Are you really going to make me say this stuff right now?"
"No time like the present." He said sarcastically.
"Fine. I care about you Puck. But not only care about you I... like you." I thought saying that was going to be hard, but it wasn't. "I like your smirks, the way you would do anything for your friends, the way you have changed for the better, the way you sing as if I'm the only person in the room, I like your bad boy image even though you're a softy inside which I also like, I like running my hand threw your mohawk, I like your eyes and how they light up when you get excited, I like how you are with Beth, I like how you care about me, and most of all I like how you make me feel." Embarrassed at what he might say I keep my head down. He then grabs my chin and pulls my face close to his. He says,
"Ditto." He leans in and kisses me! We kiss for awhile. I run my hand through his mohawk a few times as he holds my neck softly.
Puck pulls away and says,
"I should get you home."
"Aw do you have to?" I make a pouty face.
He looks at me and smiles,
"I guess another few minutes won't hurt." I smile as he leans in and kisses me.
