AN: I'm pretty sure this is my fastest update ever. I actually wrote this a few days ago and just didn't have time to post it. I hope you don't hate it... Cuz I'm pretty sure you won't like it. I read most of your guys comments and... yeah. I'd say I'm sorry, but what happens in this chapter is necessary toward the plot and ending of the story(which I don't really have any idea what that is). In other words, it had to happen. I hope you like it anyway and don't forget to REVIEW!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, sadly. :'(

Sam almost immediately jumped into action, hopping out of bed and coming over to her side of the bed. He scooped Quinn up bridle style, and she noticed him gulp as he saw the severity of the blood. He was pale too, but nothing in comparison to her skin.

He carried her carefully but swiftly out of the room and down the stairs. Somehow, after shifting Quinn to one side, he managed to slip on a pair of sneakers and pick up his car keys with his mouth. He carried her out the door and with his elbow, opened the passenger side door and set her softly down on the seat. He scurried over to the driver's side and hopped in. He asked her if she was alright before starting the car and backing out the driveway.

By this point, everything seemed a bit fuzzy. Sam kept speaking to her, but it all seemed to go right through her. Her surroundings were starting to fade, along with Sam's voice. She could hear him frantically speaking to her, probably telling her to stay awake, and then she felt his hand shaking her shoulder gently. She could hear in his voice that he was crying. Wanting to speak to him but too weak to, she closed her eyes and everything faded into blackness.

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*Sam's POV*

Sam sat in the driver's seat, attempting to get Quinn to wake up.

"Quinn, listen to me. You can't sleep, not right now. When we get to the hospital, you can sleep for as long as you want. Just not right now." He pleaded with her, and her eyelids fluttered as she tried to keep them open. They closed slowly and he jumped into panic mode. He reached out and shook her shoulder gently, trying to keep her awake.

"Quinn, wake up! Wake up!" He repeated, trying to look at her and keep an eye on the road at the same time. He twisted in his seatbelt and reached out to shake her again, only using his knee to steer. But what he didn't notice was the sudden sweep of headlights as a car came straight for them. Sam looked up as the lights blinded him and froze, just as the sudden screeching sound of metal on metal pierced the late night air and everything around him disappeared.

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He woke up to the sound of beeping. He almost groaned right away as the pain shot through his body as he moved. Opening his eyes, he was blinded with white. White Ceiling. White Walls. White Floor. White Sheets. White everything. He looked around for the source of the insistent beeping noise and found it to be a machine. He was in a hospital, he realized suddenly. Then everything came flooding back, or more like land sliding back. It all hit him. Quinn and the baby. The blood. The accident. Speaking of Quinn, where was she? From what he remembered, the car was heading straight on and at any impact, the high-tech air bags on his Audi should have deployed. At the thought of Quinn injured, he sat up. Ignoring the pain running through his body, he pushed the sheets off him, only to find a bright white, ugly cast on his right arm. He hopped off the bed and out the door.

The white corridor outside his room was empty and he took the advantage to continue down the hall. He peered into each room he passed, looking for the blonde woman that he knew so well. He almost missed it, but he stopped and went back when he saw his wife's blonde head peeking out from under a sheet on a bed, two rooms down from his. Sam gulped and entered the room; the only sound was the beeping of the machines. And there were a lot of them. They surrounded her. He noticed the blood bag hanging near her and gulped. She looked so pale and small in that bed surrounded by all those machines. He approached her bed and stood beside her. He attempted to take her hand but there were too many tubes.

Suddenly he heard footsteps from behind him. He turned around to find a doctor in a white lab coat watching him.

"You must be Sam Evans." She said and smiled sadly. He merely nodded with a confused look.

"I'm Dr. Rivers. I'm in charge of both you and your wife." She replied and he just looked at her. There was a pregnant pause when neither him nor the doctor spoke.

"Is she going to be alright, Doctor?" He managed to say. He didn't want to hear her answer. The doctor looked down.

"It's not good, Mr. Evans. Your wife is in critical condition. She suffered from a broken ankle and several broken ribs. But the main worry is the amount of blood she lost." The doctor replied. Sam sucked in a deep breath and opened his mouth again.

"What about the baby?" He asked, hoping that the answer would be positive. But the doctor's reaction to his question made his heart sink. He felt dizzy, he needed to sit down. He didn't want to hear her answer anymore.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Evans, but your wife miscarried." She spoke softly and looked down. He found himself a chair and sank down into it. He put his head in hands and tried to hold back tears. He tried to convince himself that it was alright, that it hadn't been born and it never lived in this world. But even though he never saw it, never held it, never even heard it kick or cry; he loved it just the same as if he had seen it or heard it or held it. He lifted his head to ask one more thing.

"Do you know if it was boy or a girl?" Sam asked quietly, avoiding the doctor's eyes. He almost felt her eyes soften as she looked at him.

"It was a boy, Mr. Evans." She answered carefully and left the room as tears escaped his eyes.

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For days he stayed in the hospital, never leaving. Finn brought him a duffle bag of clothes and toiletries and Rachel fetched him food from cafeteria. They were at the hospital with him a lot but most of time he was alone. Lots of his and Quinn's friends came to visit them including; Mike and Tina, Artie and Brittany, Puck and Santana and Mercedes and Matt. Quinn's room was a jungle of balloons, stuffed animals and cards strewn across her side table.

She hadn't opened her eyes yet and it was killing him. Every day he would sit by her bedside, sometimes holding her hand, and wait. And wait. But nothing ever happened. He wanted to see her beautiful hazel eyes again. See how they lit up when she smiled, darkened when she was angry, shine when she was happy or swirl with emotion when she was sad. He just wanted her wake up. Until then, he would wait.

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It was a week after the accident that Quinn woke up. Sam was alone with a cup of steaming cup of coffee from the cafeteria. He wasn't holding her hand but he was watching her. It was when he looked away to look out the window and looked back that he saw those eyes. Those hazel eyes. She was staring at him with no expression what so ever. His hand shook as he set the coffee cup down.

"Quinn?" He stuttered, not knowing why he said her name. Maybe to make sure she really was awake and lack of sleep wasn't causing his mind to play tricks on him. She stared at him with glassy eyes and nodded slightly. He felt tears of happiness gather in his eyes and he got to his feet. He stopped in front of her bed and when he saw the tears in her eyes, he gently took her in his arms. He carefully avoided the tubes and squeezed her lightly. He breathed in the smell of her and then pulled back.

"God, I've missed you." He murmured and the corner of her mouth lifted slightly. He squeezed the hand that he still held but she didn't squeeze back like she used to. He wanted to talk, to distract her. So she wouldn't ask the question that he didn't want to answer. "You were asleep for a week and a couple of days. The whole time I just wanted you to wake up. I love you so much, Quinn." He said and continued to babble about what had happened while she was asleep. He was in the middle of speaking about when all of the old Glee club came to visit when she cut him off.

"Sam, how is the baby?" She asked him bluntly, just like that. Out of nowhere but completely expected. He gulped, trying to stay calm. He could see the fear in her eyes as he didn't say anything. He watched her bottom lip tremble and her pale hands shake as they gripped the bed sheets.

"Quinn you- you…You miscarried." She let out a half strangled cry and he could feel her shaking with sobs. He looked at her and then gently took her in his arms. He rubbed her back and held her as she cried. Her tears slowly decreased until she stopped and he pulled back.

"I went ahead and named him, Quinn. It is-was a boy. His name was Dominic. It means belonging to God." It felt weird for him to talk about his son in past tense; he had never even seen him. But his words seemed to choke another sob out of his wife. He embraced her, tucking her head under his chin. Sam felt her tears soak his shirt but he held her tightly just the same.

"It's not fair. It's not fair! I never even got to see him or hold him or see him live! It's not fair that something that small and innocent had to die!" She pulled back slightly and she gripped at her hair as she spoke each word through flowing tears.

"I know, Quinn." He soothed, swallowing his own tears. "I know it's not fair."

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Quinn was released from the hospital four days later. Sam pushed her wheelchair down the hall and out the doors into the bright sunlight. The day was beautiful. His Audi was still parked in the exact same place that he had left it almost two weeks ago. He stopped beside the passenger side door and watched a listless Quinn while he fished his keys out of his pocket. She hadn't said much since the day she woke up. Her eyes had taken a glassy look to them as if she was constantly thinking and she was always like this. Listless, silent, and sad. There was a wall or bubble of sadness around her and with all of his heart, he wanted to break it and hold her, really hold her. Sure, he could hug her now but he wouldn't feel her thin arms around him too. It was as if she was in another world, still in coma.

After getting her in her seat so that she was comfortable, he started the car, watching her reaction. If he was a little nervous to be in a car again; he couldn't imagine what she was feeling right now. She was shaking a little bit and he could tell that she was clenching her teeth but other than that, she was fine. As he drove though, he watched her out of the corner of his eyes. Everything was fine until they got home.

When Sam turned off the engine, he sat there for a bit. Quinn's hands were folded in her lap and his arm was resting on the console. He wanted to reach over and just her hand and hold it. His fingers twitched but he didn't make a move. He got out of the car and went over to her side. He opened the door and paused, realizing that he might have to carry her. He glanced at the brace on his left arm and bit his lip before sliding an arm around her back and one under knees. Ignoring the pain in his arm, he lifted her easily out of the car and started toward the house. He managed to enter the house without putting her down and then he headed up the stairs. The whole time she never said a thing. Silence as he carried her into the bedroom and set her gently down the bed. Immediately, she rolled away. He sighed and reached for the afghan at the foot of the bed. He laid it over her and the leaned down. As soon as his lips brushed against her forehead, she stiffened.

"Sleep, Quinn. The doctor said to get lots of rest." He said softly and rested his hand on her shoulder. She didn't move and didn't reply, but Sam didn't expect her to. He headed toward the door and paused with his hand on the door handle.

"I love you, Quinn." He murmured and left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

Hope you didn't hate it! I actually had a hard time writing Quinn's feelings in this chapter, and it would really reasure me if you guys told me what you thought of it in a review ;)

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