A/N- Thank you to everyone that reviewed and story alerted the last chapter, it means a lot to me. Keep those reviews coming! It really does make an author more motivated to write. This chapter is a bit longer for you all. Enjoy :)

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It had been one week after the accident and I had been examined by more doctors than I could count. Rachel hadn't left my side once, except to use the bathroom. She wouldn't even get up to eat, so the nurses brought her food three times a day. My parents wouldn't be back for a few days, so Rachel was still allowed inside my room.

I was still in the ICU in critical condition. They kept talking about comas, but I could hear and feel everything going on around me; I just couldn't open my eyes. I wanted to sit up and shout at the doctors for making me seem worse than I was.

A few of the glee club members had been allowed to see me, but none of them had stayed very long. I didn't expect anything else; I had never been close to any of them.

I just wanted to open my eyes; I had to tell Rachel I was OK. I could feel her slowly starting to crumble as each day passed. My neurosurgeon had said that if I didn't wake up in the first forty-eight hours after surgery, that my chances of ever waking up were slim.

My body was starting to heal, but I was still in extreme pain. They kept me on a constant supply of morphine and other pain killers. They helped, but nothing would ease the ache in my heart. It just wasn't fair! Why did this happen to me? Was karma finally catching up to me after all the years I spent torturing people?

"Hello Miss Berry. Still here I see. It's time for her daily checkup."

"Good afternoon Dr. Pierce. Yes, I'm still here. I refuse to leave until Quinn comes out of this coma."

Rachel was still fighting for me. I had to fight for her too; if she wasn't giving up then I wasn't either.

Dr. Pierce let out a small sigh and said, "Rachel, we've discussed this. I'm not sure that Quinn is coming out of this any time soon, if at all. You simply cannot stay in a hospital for several months. It won't be allowed."

"With all due respect, you don't know Quinn. You can be the smartest doctor ever, but Quinn Fabray is a fighter. She's different, and she will defy whatever medicine and science tells you. I know it. So, respectfully, I won't be leaving until she is awake."

"Alright Rachel. Let's just get on with the exam, yeah?" He stepped closer to me and moved his hands over my body.

He pushed against my broken ribs, and it felt like a knife was stabbed into my side and twisted.

"The ribs are healing, but I'm worried about the fact that her collapsed lung was on the same side as her broken ribs. I think I'm going to order a CT scan to make sure everything is healing properly."

"If you think that's best," Rachel whimpered out. She sounded so defeated, like all her energy was gone.

"The last image we took showed that her internal bleeding is doing very well. I think Dr. Smith and Dr. Jones got that under control. So that's some good news. She won't have to go back into surgery."

"I suppose."

Rachel was giving up. She was giving up on me. I was trying, couldn't she see that? I needed to find a way to give her hope, to give her a sign that I was coming back to her.

"Rachel, I think it would be best if you went home. If only for a day or two. Being in the hospital this long is going to do more harm than good. You need to shower, and get a decent night's sleep."

"I do sleep. I can't sleep without her. Don't you get it! This is my fault. I hurt her, and she did this. I caused this. She's going to die, because of me!" Rachel broke down. Her sobs shook my bed and filled the room.

Oh Rachel. This wasn't her fault. How could she think that?

"Rachel, this wasn't your fault. It was an accident. You couldn't have foreseen this happening," Dr. Pierce reassured her.

"You don't understand. I know I didn't cause the accident. But what if she meant for that car to hit her."

"So, you think this was a suicide attempt?"

"I hurt her in the worst way imaginable. She has to come back. I'll never forgive myself if she doesn't."

Please no. I started fighting to open my mouth, my eyes, anything. I had to tell her I didn't mean for this to happen, that it wasn't her fault. I couldn't let her do this to herself. My eyelids felt like lead. It was as if my body had been tied down. I was in my own personal hell. What was happening to me? I struggled against my imaginary restraints, trying to reach out to her.

"What was that?" Rachel shrieked out.

"What?" Dr. Pierce asked.

"Her finger just twitched! There it went again! She's moving, oh god she's moving." She fell onto my bed and placed chaste kisses all over my face.

"This is progress Rachel. I'm going to order a head CT to see if her brain has started to heal. Oh, and in my time as a doctor, I've only seen patients do that when they're reaching out for a loved one. She might be able to hear you. Try talking directly to her, it could speed the process along."

I could hear him leave the room and walk down the hallway. I smiled internally. I had moved! Rachel knew I would be OK. I felt myself start to drift off; exhausted from the amount of effort I had used to make such a small movement. The last thing I felt before I was gone was Rachel placing a small kiss directly onto my lips.

The sound of a faint whirring was what I heard when I came back into consciousness. I felt very restricted and closed in. I must have been in the CT machine. I wondered how long I had been in there. I was starting to become claustrophobic, and the fact that I couldn't move only intensified it.

I started to take deep breathes to calm myself. If I over exerted myself, I would black out again and I didn't want to miss anything. The whirring was starting to slow, and then it came to a complete stop.

Heavy footsteps crossed the floor and came to a stop next to the machine.

"OK Quinn, Dr. Pierce said that you could hear what was going on around you, so I'm going to fill you in on what's happening."

A soft gush of air sounded as the platform I was on eased out of the machine.

"My name is Jack, and I'm one of your nurses. Right now, you're in a CT scan machine. We just finished the scan, so I'm going to wheel you back to your room. The image of your lung has already developed and everything is looking good. We're still waiting on your head CT though. Considering the accident you were in, you're doing fantastic. You are quite the miracle."

I felt strong arms wrap around my neck and under my legs as I was lifted from the platform onto a gurney.

"Alright, now we're just going to walk back to your room. We are on the fourth floor right now, and your room is on the sixth floor. The elevator is just down the hall, so we'll be back to your friend very shortly. I know this must be hard, being aware of your surroundings but not being able to move. I need you to be patient for us. Just focus on getting better, and your mind will come back eventually."

We came to a stop and I heard a ding go off, signaling the elevators arrival. I was pushed inside and turned so that we would both fit. The doors closed and we went upwards.

As a kid I had always loved elevators. The funny feeling I would get in my stomach as the elevator moved. Now, it was a source of pain. It symbolized the damage on my body, and where I was.

"And here we are. Let's just get you out of here and back to your room. I know Rachel has been anxious to see you. She's been having the nurses on the floor page me every five minutes. She's a handful, that one."

Jack chuckled as he shifted the gurney once more. I rolled out of the elevator and heard very loud shouting. It sounded like somebody was arguing. I listened carefully and immediately recognized Rachel's voice. Then I heard a male voice rise against hers.

Finn.

The protector in me overtook my senses, and all I wanted to do was run to her and throw myself between her and Finn. But, my body once again didn't listen to my brain. This was torture. I prayed that we would get there soon so that Jack could help her if I couldn't.

"Finn! I told you that I'm not leaving the hospital, and you're just going to have to respect me in this," Rachel shrieked out.

"You know what? I don't respect you in this, much less understand you! This is Quinn Fabray we're talking about here. The girl that tortured you for years, and stole me from you countless times. I can't believe you're choosing her over me and our wedding!"

"Listen to me Finn Hudson. Quinn is one of my best friends and I will not tolerate you bad mouthing her. She is not who she used to be, and she only did those things because she thought she had to. She is not the person she pretended to be for all those years. I am not leaving the hospital just so we can get married. I can't believe you're being this selfish when one of our friends is seriously injured!"

Finn let out a dry laugh, "Friend? I hate that bitch. She ruined my life not once, but twice and-"

He was cut off by a harsh slap across his face right as we entered the room.

Rachel's voice was low and sharp when she said, "I would like you to leave now Finn. I don't want you to come back to this hospital or this room. I don't want you anywhere near me or Quinn. And I'm calling off the wedding. I should have never accepted your proposal. I now see that we will never work. You are cruel, insensitive, and immature. Leave now, and don't come back. Understand?"

"Ha! You think you can just dump me? It doesn't work that way Rachel. We're going to get married and move to New York together. You'll come to your senses tomorrow and come begging for me to take you back just like you always do. And me, being the great guy that I am, will accept. You're lucky I put up with you and all your crazy. Nobody else will ever want you."

I wanted to jump out of my bed and rip that boy to shreds. He deserved to be on this bed instead of me for insulting Rachel like that. She was perfect and he was an idiot for not seeing it.

"Leave, or I'll have security forcibly remove you!"

Jack decided it was time to jump in, "Alright young man, that's enough. I'm going to have to ask you to leave the premises. I don't want to have to call security on you."

I heard something topple over, and I assumed that Finn had kicked a chair. He stormed out and left.

"Thank you Jack. Please make sure he isn't allowed into the hospital. How did the scans go?"

"It was no problem Rachel, and I'll make sure he isn't allowed in. Her scans went well. We got the lung CT back and everything is looking good. We're still waiting on her head images though."

"OK, thank you. I appreciate everything you've done."

"It's my job. But, I'm glad I could help. Why don't you try talking to her? Try to go into detail so that she gets a good picture of what is going on. We think she's been able to hear the whole time, so she's most likely aware of what happened. Just try to talk to her like you normally would."

He situated my on my bed and left the room, leaving Rachel and I alone. She righted the chair Finn had kicked over and sat on my bed. She pulled back the blankets and slipped in beside me. Her arm wound its way around my waist and her head settled on my shoulder.

"I'm so sorry you had to hear that. Finn is such an idiot. I can't believe I didn't see it before. I think it's because I wanted him to be the perfect guy so badly that I overlooked all his flaws. I wanted you to know, that all those things he said about you, were wrong. You're the most amazing person I've ever met."

My heart swelled to twice its size as I listened to her speak. She was beautiful and perfect. She had called off the wedding and had realized that Finn wasn't right for her. She chose me over him, even if it was just for friendship.

"I was so scared when I got the phone call that you had been in an accident. I almost crashed my car trying to get here as fast as possible. I thought I was going to lose you, and it terrified me. I was in the waiting room for twelve hours, not knowing if you were going to make it. Then, when I got to see you, god you looked so small and broken. I thought I was going to throw up."

I wish I could comfort her. Do something to make her feel better. All I could do was continue to listen to her talk.

"I just wish you could move or do something. It is a bit comforting knowing that you can hear me, but I just need you to move. It's weird seeing you this still. I miss you so much. I need to hear your voice again. I can't let the last time we spoke be the final time I hear your beautiful voice. I don't know if I can live without hearing it."

She sighed and snuggled closer into me. Her breath was hot against my neck. She smelled like strawberries, even after spending a week in a hospital. She never was one to give up on personal hygiene, no matter the circumstances.

"I wonder what you're thinking about. I used to wonder that a lot actually. I wanted to know if I was ever on your mind. I guess I was, considering what you said at the dress fittings. Am I all you can think about? I think about you. You're almost always on my mind."

I got the feeling that she was starting to talk more to herself than me. I don't know if she realized that was she was saying implied that she felt the exact same way me. Did she even know she loved me?

"I just feel so lost and confused right now. I need you so badly Quinn. You just have to come back. I can't make it in this life without you. So, please, don't leave me. Please."

Tears were flowing down her face and small shudders racked her body. The tears fell from her cheeks onto my neck, down my shirt. She sniffled and wiped her nose.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't be crying like this. I need to be strong for you. But, if you could send me a sign, anything that would let me know you're going to make it out of this. That would be really great."

I started fighting the sluggish feeling in my brain, trying to send her a signal. My body just felt so heavy, as if the weight of the world was pressing down on me. Why couldn't I do this? I was a Fabray god dammit! Fabray's don't give up or give in, yet I was doing just that.

"I don't understand what I'm feeling right now. I don't know what I'm feeling for you. That kiss made me feel things I've never experienced before, not even with Finn."

She was realizing it! I fought harder against my inner confinements. I needed to come back. I needed her just as much as she needed me. I was becoming increasingly tired as I tried to gain control over my body.

"Oh god," she choked out, "Quinn, I'm so incredibly in love with you."

With a last fleeting bout of strength, my eyes snapped open.