(Quinn's Point of View)

2 days quickly turned into 2 weeks.

We found ourselves in a routine.

Beth and I visited every other day with him, reading, talking, singing and laughing even.

Beth even got Finn to get us all matching nike shirts that said, 'just do it' as in 'just come back.'

We thought it was cute. Besides, no one had the heart to say no to her.

Rachel FaceTimed me, admitting that Shelby told her what happened. I thanked her. She seemed distracted by something, so I didn't keep her on the phone too long.

Mr. Shue, Kurt and his mother stopped in and Brittney FaceTimed us when Santana stopped in.

It was amazing.

My mother and Finn have kept Beth busy when I couldn't. My mother even cleaned my house and took Beth to get her hair done.

"Self-care is the best care." She liked to say.

Beth was practicing her Spanish words when Puck's mother and sister popped in.

They beamed and spent some time with us, his sister teaching Beth new words and his mother handing me some home cooked food for us to take home.

Not long after, our favorite Latina took Beth for a spa day so that I could be alone with Puck for a few hours.

I finally sighed in relief feeling like we haven't had our 'me' time.

"Beth's been asking about you. She asks me every night if you're coming home and my answer is always the same 'not today.' I don't have the heart to tell her anything else." I admitted.

"She misses you. Finn has stepped up. And our mothers are wonderful, but Beth needs her dad." I sighed.

The EKG buzzed intensely at me.

"She knows some more Spanish. You'd be proud, she's rolling her r's now! Your mother was thrilled when she called her abuela."

"She also asked me if you were going to die like the baby in my stomach." My voice faltered.

"I told her the doctors were doing all that they could for you, so that you wouldn't die. Ever since, I asked Finn to make her a bear with your voice in it so that when she felt far from you, she'd squeeze it and hear you singing 'Beth.' She hasn't missed a night with it."

"She had a nightmare and slept in our bed. She also will get moody if I move your things. She feels like I'm moving on without you, that we are moving on without you. So, we come every other day to show her that we are not leaving her dad behind." I said twirling my ring.

"When I miss you, I think about the night before the accident when I gave myself to you again." I blushed.

"I think of your hands trailing down my skin with desire." I said, my breathing picking up.

"I think of you pinning me against the wall or my legs snaked around your hips." My tongue got dry and my body was feeling hot with desire.

"I think of how I won't be able to stop when you wake up." I whispered, full of desire.

I bit my lip.

Has it only been two weeks since he touched me?

My internal battle was cut short when I heard the EKG speed up slightly. I thought it was just my mind playing tricks, so I tested it.

I sang to him.

Heart beats fast

Colors and promises

How to be brave?

How can I love when I'm afraid to fall?

But watching you stand alone

All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow

One step closer

My eye closed.

I have died every day waiting for you

Darling, don't be afraid

I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

The EKG sped up slightly, then fell back to its normal rhythm.

Delighted, I let out a laugh and kissed his cheek.

"I knew you'd come back home to us." I said against his shoulder.

I spent the next hour talking about everything, from my next hair color to play dates for Beth besides adults.

"I mean, it wouldn't be a bad idea to have more play dates with people her age. Or we can just start having more children." I trailed off.

The EKG had a slight delay and then continued like normal.

"I've been thinking that life is precious and while we lost something so beautiful that doesn't mean that we should stop trying. I wish more than ever that we didn't lose a child, but we did. It will always be a memory, but it's no one's fault and I'm sorry if you've ever felt like I blamed you. I never did. I blamed myself. I never meant to hurt you baby. I love you so much." I finished.

The EKG was speeding up and then it spiraled, spiking up and down at an alarming rate.

The EKG blurted a loud 'beep' and then a bunch of staff swarmed me to attend to Puck.

"NO!" Was all I could manage as I was pushed out of the room.

"He's not breathing." Someone shouted.

"We need to shock him now."

My mind was numb. I fell to my knees in front of the door as it closed.

The only thought that ran over and over was, am I losing my husband?

…..

(Rachel's Point of View)

I walked into class a bit earlier than necessary but stopped short when I saw Jessie performing my routine for the instructor, without me.

"Excellent work Jessie! Did you choreograph this yourself?" She asked.

"Yes. I've been working on it for a few weeks now." He said confidently like he didn't just lie about stealing my work.

I almost dropped my bag to cut them off and expose him.

"This could definitely be showcased. Look out for anyone who may fit the part to dance it with you." She said walking away.

"It doesn't need anyone. I intended to dance it as a solo act." He finished.

I gasped quietly.

A solo act? For my dance?

Jessie was conniving and deceitful. I should have known that no good thing comes from working with him.

Suddenly, I felt silly.

I turned to leave once their conversation ended and called Finn.

I thought it would go to voicemail, but he answered.

"Hi." He was flatt.

That stung me.

"You were right." I rushed.

"Jessie was using me to steal my dance and showcase it as his own. He doesn't want to help me. He wants to sabotage me." I admitted.

Finn said nothing for a while.

I almost thought he hung up when he said "you don't deserve that Rach. I'm not all too happy that you two were friendly, but you still don't deserve that." He finished.

I smiled, feeling warm inside.

"I have a few days before I start school. Can I have a do over?" I asked, too hopeful.

"Sure." He said.

I squealed and promised to let him know when I book my flight.

He laughed and promised to wait for me to call this time so that he wouldn't get any more surprises.

I hung up because there was still something else that I had to do.

Feeling victorious, I began putting my plan in place.

…

(Santana's Point of View)

Quinn called me, but I didn't have my phone on me while I was getting a massage.

I called her back and was surprised at how old she sounded.

"He was flat lining when they kicked me out." She said.

I gulped, turning my volume down.

My face must've lost its color.

"Have they given you any updates? Did they move him?"

She said "no."

I sighed.

I couldn't bring Beth back to that, but I couldn't leave Quinn there alone.

I called for backup and hoped to God that I made the right decision.

"Hang on, I'm sending help" I said.

She whispered a weak "okay" and hung up.

…

(Anonymous Point of View)

The drive was a short one. The walk to his room was even shorter. Before I could round the corner, I took a deep breath,

My hand lingered on my ring, deciding if I should keep it on or take it off.

I didn't want to make matters worse.

I fixed my shirt, cleared my throat and rounded the corner.

I gasped as soon as I did.

I took in Quinn's bent over form. Her eyes looked puffy, her hair looked disheveled and she seemed to be clutching her waist as if in pain.

Her eyes met mine and I froze.

"Dad." She said, full of sorrow.

I winced.

I wasn't sure if the new tears were from our battered relationship after the divorce a few years ago or her seeing me under these circumstances or the reality of the ongoing circumstances.

"Quinn." I said.

My voice betrayed me.

She smiled a sad smile and asked, "did Santana send you?"

"No, I called your mother and she told me. I left my birth certificate and dropped by the house to get it and that's when she told me."

She seemed satisfied with that answer.

"You could've called me." She offered.

"I wasn't sure you'd answer." I admitted.

Feeling tired, she froze and let her head fall back against the door.

I got down on my knees next to her, stroking her hair gently with my hand.

She started to cry silent tears.

The understanding of my being there was clear.

It was Quinn's time to be the child and mine to be the concerned parent.

She didn't argue or pull away as we fell into a hug.

She didn't accuse me of lying to her mother and pretending to be a father or anything that was floating around in my mind and for that, I was grateful.

I let out a sigh I didn't know I was holding, when a large gentleman joined us.

I assumed he was there to give us updates, but the look in his eyes told me that there was a lot more to the story.

I decided I didn't recognize him, but I knew he knew exactly who Quinn was because her head popped up and she held his gaze with mixed emotions.

Deciding to be irritated, she stood to her feet straightening out her hair, and pushed past him as if he didn't approach her.

"Come on dad." She said, acid rolling off of her tongue.

We walked around him to the nearest waiting room, him trailing behind a few steps in silence.

Whoever he was, this was not a good time to fight or lie or create any more issues that she was having.

(Puck's Point of View)

There was an annoying alarm that wouldn't seem to shut up.

My hands found my ears.

Under my palms was blood.

Terrified, I screamed.

The sky was bright and kept shifting as if I was watching TV.

"What's happening to me?" I whispered.

"You're waking up." Sahil said slowly.

"I don't understand. Can I see you again?" I asked.

I panicked, looking for our son.

Quinn.

Realization hit the same time that thunder and lightning came.

"This is goodbye." He said before vanishing.

I turned, silent tears in my eyes.

My son met my eyes from across the field, putting his palm up as if to say goodbye.

I heard the piano to Love is Gone by Slander when the raindrops started to fall.

Don't go tonight

Stay here one more time

Remind me what it's like, oh

My eyes closed, remembering the feeling of holding our son for the first time.

And let's fall in love one more time

I need you now by my side

I saw Quinn in the distance, weeping softly.

It tears me up when you turn me down

I'm begging please, just stick around

I turned and the light bounced off of our son and then I saw Beth opposite of him.

I'm sorry, don't leave me, I want you here with me

I know that your love is gone

Beth and Quinn joined hands and walked away.

I called out to them when a third hand joined them, a man's hands and then his disappeared and it was just them, before they disappeared.

I can't breathe, I'm so weak, I know this isn't easy

Don't tell me that your love is gone

That your love is gone

Sahil was right. I was waking. I needed to wake up.

I couldn't leave my family alone.

With one more painful glance, I saw our son before he too disappeared and then it was black.

…

The air was harsh against my lungs.

I drew soft short breaths to keep my focus and ease the pain.

When I moved, I realized it wasn't my lungs in pain, it was my ribs.

Afraid to look, I drug my okay hand across my body.

The bandages told me that this recovery process would certainly take longer than the last time I was hospitalized.

I expected to hear whispers or signs that someone was near me, but I didn't.

All was quiet, except for that annoying EKG.

I sighed, moving and wincing at the same time.

Without thinking, my eyes sprung open to survey the damage and my breath caught.

I had bandages practically covering my entire body.

My head throbbed, trying to remember what happened.

"He's awake." A hopeful voice called.

I attempted to move my neck, but it became very heavy.

"Puck, can you hear me?" The man asked.

"Yes." I said, well I thought I said it.

"Blink once for yes."

I blinked once.

"You were in a car accident two weeks ago. A Truck ran into your side and you sustained life threatening injuries." He explained calmly.

I was 'away' for 2 weeks? It felt like two minutes.

Tears burned in my eyes.

I cleared my throat, but I couldn't say anything.

"How are you feeling?" The man, who I recognized as the doctor asked.

"Okay." I struggled.

"Your speech is a bit unclear. We'll run some tests to see what recovery looks like and then you'll be able to see your family." He added.

My heart pounded out of my chest.

"Quinn." I managed, stuttering and dragging out her name.

My head hurt. I closed my eyes, willing the pain to cease, but it was no use.

"I'll get you some water and then we can begin some testing. I'm sorry for cutting your rest, but the sooner the better." He said patiently.

I gave him a shaky thumbs up.

Within minutes, I was taken from this room to another, passing several rooms with similar sounds and features.

Voices and buttons blurred together, lights flashed, and my head dropped to one side as the muscles in my neck failed to hold me up.

After a while, my bandages were changed, and my tests were pending review.

After what seemed like forever, the doctor granted me my wish.

"Ok, we will discuss your chart. In the meantime, I'll let your wife come see you. She found you when you flat lined." He trailed off.

I almost died and Quinn saw me go through that?

The hairs on the base of my neck rose.

The tears were hot this time as they streamed down my face.

"Puck!" She shouted and sat carefully on the bed next to me.

"Q." I said, feeling weak.

My hand found hers.

She was shaking.

"I thought I lost you." She admitted, tears staining her face.

"Cheat sheet." I whispered with a smirk.

She laughed and kissed me lightly as not to cause pain.

I protested when her lips left mine.

She smiled and kissed my hand instead.

"You scared us. We didn't know how much of a fight you had in you." She said softly.

I pulled her close to my good shoulder.

I could smell her shampoo that I loved so much.

"I love you baby" she murmured and gently squeezed me.

"Love you." I said, kissing her hair and relaxing my body before drifting off to sleep.