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IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE
Beep beep beep beep. The constant beeps were filling the empty room. It's been 7 days, a full week since Rachel had been in the hospital. 7 days that felt like 70. It wasn't until the accident that Quinn truly understood how lonely and empty her life without Rachel is. The first night that she slept in her own bed, just two days ago, was the worst night of her life.
Quinn opened the door to her house, and closed it, locking it tightly. She stood in the middle of the doorway, shoes still on, keys still in hand. At this point, she was cried out. No matter how drained she felt, how alone she felt, she couldn't cry.
She kicked off her shoes, and made herself something quick. Rachel had been in the hospital for 5 days now. She would have been there tonight, but her dads came and shooed her off. They told her she deserved a good nights sleep. But it wasnt good. It wasnt good at all.
After eating half of a sandwich, she made her way upstairs. The blonde passed several pictures hanging up on the wall. Their wedding photo, honey moon photo, that time they went to New York to visit Santana, Kurt and Blaine. Every good memory was documented on their wall. And she didn't want to see it, not now.
Quinn walked into her room, and didn't bother changing. She collapsed on her bed, and breathed in Rachel's scent. "Please let her be okay." She whispered into the pillow, as if someone with all the answers would reply. "I can't live without her. She's all I have, I'm nothing without her."
And she fell asleep to her own desperate words.
The following nights, she chose to sleep in the room. Because Quinn came to realize that she couldn't fall asleep properly without Rachel next to her. Even if she was unconscious in a hospital bed. She needed the brunettes presence.
Half way through the 7th day, the door opened revealing Kurt. Quinn looked at him, and exhaled with relief. She let go of Rachel's hands, and walked over to him, hugging him tightly. "Thanks so much for coming." She whispered into his chest.
He nodded, kissing the blondes head. "You guys are my family. How could I not?" He asked. Kurt pulled away from the hug and eyed Quinn. "How are you feeling?"
"At this point, I wouldn't call it feeling at all. I just feel numb. Like nothing." She said honestly, exhaling afterward. With Leroy and Hiram, she had to lie. She had to pretend like she had no doubts. Like she couldn't wait for Rachel to wake up. But in reality, she was broken. Rachel was her lighthouse. And now the light is burnt out, and she's lost.
Blaine came into the room after she said it, smiling softly.
"You came too?" Quinn asked, moving from Kurt to hug his husband just as tightly. "You didn't have to. I know the school doesn't allow you take a lot of time off work."
Blaine shook his head, and eyed Kurt with a soft smile. "Wherever Kurt goes, I follow. And plus, Rachel needs us. You need us." He said, scratching her back before pulling away.
Quinn nodded with a thankful smile. She wiped the tears she didn't realize had fallen and walked over to the chair, gesturing for them to sit. Blaine smiled, and told Kurt to take the seat. The three of them, four counting Rachel, sat in the room, listening to the steady beeps. It was comforting in some way. To know that that sound was Rachel's heartbeat. That it was proof she was okay, she was breathing, and she was still alive.
"Quinn sweetie, why don't you get food from the cafeteria? A coffee? You look dead. You need it. Kurt and I will stay here and talk to her for a few minutes." The curly headed boy insisted with a comforting smile.
Quinn was hesitant. She didn't want food, nor did she want coffee, but she figured the two men wanted to talk to her wife. Alone. So she nodded, and left the room.
"She's so empty." Kurt noted after a few beats of silence. "God, I can't imagine what she's going through." He looked to Blaine, and grabbed his hand. "If anything ever happened to you, I don't know what I would do."
Blaine nodded with a smile and squeezed Kurt's hand. "And you won't have to. I'm right here, and I'm not leaving." They shared a sweet, short kiss before turning their attention back to Rachel.
"She needs you, Rach. I've never seen her like this. Not even in her pregnancy days, or skank days." Kurt said, brushing hair off of the brunettes face. "She needs you, and we need you."
Blaine joined in, "you're stronger than this. Strong enough to beat this thing and to wake up. Prove to us that we were all over exaggerating. That you're fine and we shouldn't have worried in the first place." The two men exhaled deeply, their hands still connected.
Kurt stood up and walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge. He grabbed Rachel's knee lightly, and rubbed it. "I miss my best friend." He whispered, as if hoping Blaine wouldn't hear. "I miss calling you in the middle of the night with small, useless problems. I miss coming over to drink our sorrows away. I miss your laugh and your angelic voice." He shut his eyes, and felt a cold tear fall down his cheek.
Quinn came in a few moments later, and sat with both men, sharing memories about Rachel. It felt good to reminisce. To just laugh with good friends, and pretend like all the heartache just over her right shoulder didn't exist.
But eventually, the night had to come to an end. She stood up, and walked them out. "Thanks so much for coming. I couldn't have gotten through the day without you two."
Kurt nodded in response, hugging her tightly. "Of course. We're in town for the whole week, so we'll stop by again soon." He took Blaine's hand, and walked out.
Kurt and Blaine lived in New York as well, sharing a loft with Santana. None of them were famous, per say, but they were living the dream. Kurt and Santana both worked for vogue. And Blaine taught music at NYADA. it was hard having three close friends live so far away, but they kept in touch, so it was enough. For now.
The sound of rain outside of the closed off room woke Quinn up. Day 20. She stood up, went to the bathroom to change clothes, then came back. And Rachel was still there. Looking beautiful, but looking lifeless. She walked over to the calendar she brought, and crossed off the date. Day 20. It was getting to the point where she couldn't even stand.
Over the course of 20 days, Leroy and Hiram have spent about 15 nights, and Kurt and Blaine stopped by for three nights, not including their first night on day 7. Santana called with her prayers, even Finn left a sweet message. Everyone was praying for her, Quinn was praying for her, but nothing was making a difference.
She sat on the bed, fixing out the sheets as if Rachel tossed and turned in her sleep. But of course that wasn't possible. "Only Rachel berry would wake up from a coma fashionably late." She said, trying to make herself smile. I worked for a moment, then faded instantly after. "I love you, and I have hope. But you're making it so hard on me. Just please... Please..." She shut her eyes as tears fell, staining the sheets. "I can't live without you. I don't want to. The house is too quiet, the mail is too empty, my thoughts are too crowded, and my heart is too broken." She would have added more, but the door opened. And there stood Mr. Pane, eyeing Quinn sadly.
He talked to her for a moment, discussing new tests that have come back, he kept it brief. "We did tests over the weekend, the night you slept at your mothers. Mostly for her brain. As I mentioned your first night here, there was severe damage and pressure on the left side. So we just wanted to make sure everything was working properly."
"And..?"
"It seems... And we could always be wrong, but it seems Rachel may have..." He trailed off, scratching his head. He knew at this point how fragile Quinn was when it came to her wife's condition.
"May have what?"
"Amnesia."
As if she didn't hear it, Quinn didn't react for 5 seconds. Then when the echo of the single word filled her head, it was all she could think about. Her eyebrows furrowed, and her eyes filled with tears. Just when she thought it wouldn't get any worse. She opened her mouth, ready to talk, but he cut in.
"At this points we don't know how serious it is. It could be minor. She could wake up with little to no memory, then get it all back within a week. Or, the test could be wrong. She's not awake, so we don't know anything for sure. But I'm just... Warning you."
Quinn nodded, praying Rachel would wake up with a smile and call Quinn's hers. "Thank you... For warning me." She said.
Doctor Pane offered a civil smile, and grabbed her shoulder. "I'm so sorry Quinn."
She shrugged his hand off, not wanting to be touched. It made her jumpy. "Just.. When is she going to wake up?" She asked impatiently.
"During the tests, the wheels in her brain seemed to be turning. So basically, she seems to be having more active thoughts. As if she's awake but on the inside. It could be any day now, or a few weeks. Just continue being patient, and you'll have your wife back before you know it." He smiled, then exited the room.
When the door shut, the collapsed into the chair, and hid her head in her hands and cried herself to sleep.
The door opening woke her up this time. That door seemed to be the interruption to most of her thoughts. She was in the middle of a dream. A good dream. A dream in which they never had that fight, and Rachel was laying in bed with her, just kissing her.
Day 30, and no changes. Quinn looked over and in entered Leroy and Hiram. They had coffee in their hand. "Oh hey sweetie. We didn't mean to wake you, we've actually been here for a while."
She sat up, and wiped her embarrassing drool, offering a smile. "How long?" She asked, mumbling a thank you as she grabbed a coffee.
"Since about 8." Leroy said.
Quinn looked to the time, it was just about 10. "You could have woken me. Watching Rachel is much more soothing than sleep."
Both men chuckled softly, and sat on the couch. "You need your sleep. You've had a hard month."
She nodded in response, eyeing her wife sadly. She didn't want to cry anymore, but she was coming to realize that it didn't matter what she wanted. This were going to happen anyway. "What if she doesn't wake up?" The blonde finally asked.
Hiram shook his head confidently. "That's not the Rachel Berry we raised. She'll wake up, Quinn. Have faith. Have hope."
"Then what if she doesn't remember me? What if she never will?"
Both men exchanged a look, and sighed heavily. "We'll cross that bridge when and /if/ we get there. We have a good feeling about today." Hiram said, adding a smile to see Quinn's.
She didn't smile. She just eyed them. "I've had a good feeling for the past month. And every time, I've just learned not to get my hopes up."
Leroy sighed, not liking this side of Quinn. He could see how cold and empty she was, and he felt for her. All he wanted was his daughter in law to smile. "Yes, but /we/ haven't had a good feeling yet. But today, we do. Rachel's going to wake up."
Quinn looked at them, a flash of hope in her eyes. The solid beep beep beep filling the room as she smiled softly. Then, they heard a noise. The most beautiful, forgotten about noise ever. Rachel groaned.
Rachel was awake.