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IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE

Quinn furrowed her eyebrows. That was weird, did Rachel hang up? She nervously stood up and redialled the number. No ring, straight to voicemail. "Hi, you've reached the voicemail of Rachel Berry-Fabray. If I didn't answer, it's probably because I'm with my wife, she's more important than you. That was a joke... Anyway, leave a message." Quinn smiled sadly at the message, remembering back to the night.

She started getting nervous when after three calls, she still wasn't answering. But, if her hearing was correct, before she got cut off, Rachel seemed to be heading home. Quinn calmed herself down with positive thoughts and sat down on the couch, fiddling with her thumbs. 10 minutes, then 20, then 25, then the phone rang.

She jumped up to grab it. "Hello?" Quinn answered breathlessly.

"Is this Mrs. Fabray?" An unfamiliar voice answered, sirens in the back. Quinn didn't like this. She didn't like this at all.

She didn't know whether to sit or stand, so she paced. "Uh yes, this is she. Is everything okay?" She panicked

"Ma'am, we're uh... My name is Brian Jones. I'm a police officer."

Her eyes widened, immediately putting the worst possible scenario into her mind. But nothing could prepare her for reality. "What happened?"

"There's been an accident. With your wife."

Her eyes widened, and Quinn could have sworn she felt her heart stop. Before she knew it, the tears flooding her eyes were now on her cheeks, bringing her back to life. "I-is she... What ha-happened?" She managed to stutter out, her tears evident in her voice.

"I think it's best you get down to the hospital so the doctors an explain it to you." He said, leaving it vague. Rachel wasn't dead, but to say she was 'okay' was very misleading.

Quinn nodded, and hung up the phone. Within seconds, she was in their second car, racing to the hospital. She tried her best avoiding a car accident. Last thing she needed was two doctor bills. Okay, bad joke. When she got there, she rushed inside, panting.

She made her way to the front desk, banging on it so the girl would hang up. "I'm looking for Rachel Berry. Is she in here?"

The woman nodded, looking on the computer screen. There were three stars next to Rachel's name. She looked up at the blonde with sympathy. "Yes, room 293."

Quinn nodded quickly, then rushed off to the said room. She stopped in front of the closed door. The three numbers filled her brain and it was all she could think about. Quinn knew that behind that door held the truth. It could be her wife's dead body, or her wife without a scratch on her. The blonde hoped for the ladder. She held onto the door handle, and slowly turned it.

"Quinn?" Called someone from behind, stopping her actions.

She sighed heavily, the intensity gone from the mini movie she had created in her head. But the truth was, any distraction was what she needed. Quinn turned around to find a rather handsome looking man in a doctors coat. "Are you her doctor?" She asked

He nodded in response, holding a clipboard. "I'm Doctor Pane. I think we would discuss your wife's conditions before hand. I don't want you having a panic attack while I'm trying to explain." He said, thoughtfully.

"Okay." She replied hesitantly. "Please... Just tell me she's okay."

"Rachel is alive. But... She's not okay."

Quinn's heart dropped all over again, and she felt her knees go weak. If it weren't for the doctor standing in front of her to stop her fall, she would be on the ground.

"The accident caused major pressure on the left side of her brain. She's... She's in a coma. We've only done a few tests, so for now, this is all we know. She has a broken arm, and a few bruised ribs. She's just lucky she's alive."

With each word came a new, fresh, colder tear. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "A com-coma?" She stuttered, shaking her head in disbelief. "No. No!"

Quinn turned around and opened room 293. That's when she saw her. Rachel, her beautiful wife, laying lifeless on the hospital bed. The sheets neatly folded over her. The elevator music playing softly in the back. The consistent beeps coming from the machine to her left. This time, there was no doctor, and Quinn fell over where she sobbed silently. This was her wife, in a coma. Because of her, and no one could convince her otherwise.

Doctor Pane came in within a few seconds, placing a comforting hand on Quinn's shoulder. "She should bounce back from this. At this point, we don't know how long this coma will last, but it could be anywhere from 1 week, to a few months." He warned.

Quinn looked over her shoulder, remaining on the ground. It felt safer there. If she stood, she would just fall over again. "But she's going to be okay... Right?" She asked, needing this bit of hope in order to continue on. Without Rachel she was nothing.

His nod seemed hesitant.

"Right?"

"We still have to run a few more tests, but if she wakes up, I'm sure she'll be fine. I'm so sorry, Quinn." He said, then left, not wanting to cause any more problems.

But that was the key word. If. Doctor Pane confirmed that it isn't guaranteed that Rachel will wake up at all. When the door shut behind him, Quinn knew he was giving her time alone. She managed to lift herself up on the chair beside her bed.

Quinn desperately wrapped her hand around Rachel's. Her own ring finger shining in the light. "Rachel?" She called out, as if the girl would wake up at the sound of her voice. "Come on baby, I know you're here. Just follow my voice. Follow my voice and open those beautiful eyes." Quinn could no longer keep it together. She was struggling talking properly because of the tears. "Please." She begged.

After a few minutes of silence, Quinn accepted the fact that she wasn't living in a movie. Rachel was no where waking up, let alone speaking. She kissed the girls hand, her tears landing on the delicate, scratched up skin. "I love you, Rachel. I'm /so/ sorry. This is my fault. I know that. And I promise you, if you wake up for me, I'll spend the rest of eternity making it up to you." Quinn nodded, smiling to herself at the thought. Eternity sounded nice as long as it involved Rachel. "Anything you want. Kids. We'll have kids. Come on, sweetie. Open those beautiful eyes, and we'll go make a baby right now." She said, laughing softly to herself. Then the silence kicked in and the laughing once again turned to tears.

She was alone in this. Quinn knew it was her fault, and there was no escaping that. She spent the next hour in there, then escaped for a lunch break. During which, she called Rachel's dads. She didn't care the number, the hour, the weeks, the months, the years. Quinn fabray would wait for Rachel berry.