A/N- As requested, the second chapter. I'm thinking that this will be a multi chapter fic. Possibly five or six, but that is subject to change. Once again, review and let me know what you think! I'm open to suggestions if you have any. Thanks to everyone that reviewed and added this to your story alerts. Enjoy :)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Glee or its characters.
Our lives are made up of moments. Some small, some big; but they are all significant. We tend to throw away the precious time we have been given, and when we realize our life is in the balance, we decide to try and make up for lost time even though it's too late. So, what will you do right now? In this moment. What will you do?
My entire body was on fire. It felt like all of the nerves weaving throughout my body had been severed by a knife. I kept trying to open my mouth, to speak, but the signals my brain was trying to send weren't cooperating with my body. I could sense several people moving around me, yelling out frantically. I couldn't really make sense of things. Everything was entering my brain in small, broken fragments.
When I forced my eyes to open I saw that I was on a small, silver exam table. Doctors in trauma gowns were rushing around me, shouting about brain injuries, broken ribs, and a pneumothorax. What was happening? I needed Rachel, she would make me better. God, where was she?
"Rachel," I managed to croak out. The doctor's heads snapped to me. An older man with graying hair and a nice smile stepped up to my face.
"Hello Miss Fabray. You've been in a very serious car accident. We need to get you to surgery right away. You're going to be OK. We have the very best operating on you."
"I need…..Rachel…Rachel Berry." I could barely get it out. My chest ached and it was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe.
"We'll call her for you OK. We need to go now." They started wheeling me down the hall and into the elevator. I was lifted off the gurney and onto the OR table. I felt a stab of pain in my arm, before the anesthesia kicked in, and I was asleep.
Beep. Beep. Beep. That was what I heard when I woke up. My eyelids felt like thousand pound weights and I just couldn't bring myself to open them. I could hear feet shuffling outside my room, and hushed whispers passed between nurses about various patients. I listened to them for what seemed like an hour before I heard somebody running nearby.
"Ma'am, I'm sorry but you can't go in there, it's family only," a nurse said.
"No, you listen to me! That is my best friend in there! You had better move before I body check you! I have two gay dads and I can assure you that if you don't move, the full force of the ACLU will come down on you."
Rachel. Rachel came for me, and she was fighting to get to me. My heart was soaring. Why couldn't I just open my eyes?
"I'm sorry but I just can't let you in, patients in the ICU have a much stricter visitor's policy."
"Please just let me in. Her parents are out of town and won't be able to get back until next week at the earliest."
I heard the nurse sigh and say, "What's your name?"
"Rachel Berry. I was called twelve hours ago by Dr. Smith. He said that she asked for me."
"Let me just contact Dr. Smith and Miss Fabray's parents and I'll see if you can go in. OK?" I was exhausted from straining to hear the conversation and quickly fell asleep.
When I awoke I heard the nurse talking to Rachel right outside the room. She was saying something about my parents give Rachel permission to enter the room until they got back. As soon as Rachel knew she was allowed in she pushed past the nurse and rushed into my room.
"Oh Quinn," she gasped out. She stepped closer to me and put her hand on my cheek. It was so warm against my cold skin. She caressed the side of my face and bent down to kiss my forehead. Her cheeks were wet and slick from tears.
"What did you do? God, if you die on me Fabray I will raise you from the dead just to kick your ass."
Her voice was strained, like she was barely keeping herself together. I just wanted to wrap my arms around her and tell her that everything was going to be OK, that I would never ever leave her. But my body wasn't cooperating with me, so I could only lie there and listen to her pain.
"What happened? Will she-," she choked up and took a breath to compose herself, "Will she be OK?"
"She was in a very traumatic car accident. She didn't have a seatbelt on so she went through the windshield. She had a severe brain bleed, two broken ribs, internal bleeding, bad bruising, a collapsed lung, and some broken bones. Her recovery is going to be long and painful. Right now our main concern in the brain injury. Her brain swelled because of the bleed, so we had to remove a part of her skull. We don't quite know what the stress of the injury will do to her brain function. Only time will tell."
Halfway through the report Rachel started sobbing, unable to control it any longer.
"So, are you saying that even if her body recovers, my Quinn might not come back?"
"Quinn might not be able to speak or function the way she has her whole life, and that's if she wakes up. Right now, we just don't know. I'm sorry that I don't have any more information for you. I have to go check on some other patients, but a doctor will be around later to go into more detail with you."
"Thank you," Rachel said. My bed shifted and I could feel her curl up into my side. Luckily, it was the side without the broken ribs, but pain still shot through my body.
"Quinn, you listen to me. I don't know if you can hear me, but you come back. You need to come back to me because I can't do this without you. I need you. Please come back," she couldn't continue because she started crying again.
She buried her head into the crook of my shoulder and cried. I made a promise to myself right then and there, that no matter what, I would fight. I would do everything I could to come back to the love of my life. Nothing would separate me from her. Nothing.