A/N- Hello everybody! I'm sorry about the angst, I promise it will get better, just hang in for a few more chapters! Thanks again to everyone that reviewed and added this to your story alerts. Keep em' coming. Enjoy :)
A/N 2- Also, I'm looking for a beta because I'm going to continue this past the hospital. I want to explore what their relationship will be after the hospital and how the accident will affect their lives. I need someone that will help with not only errors, but help with the flow of the story. Please private message me if you're interested. Thanks.
A cool hand was smoothing my hair off my face when I started waking up from the haze I had been in. I was lying down on a bed, so I must have been taken back to my room. What had happened? I couldn't remember anything after falling out of my wheelchair. I flexed experimentally and was pleased when I didn't feel any pain.
"It looks like she's coming back to us," the familiar voice of Dr. Pierce said.
"Quinn? Oh sweetie, thank god. You can't scare me like that again. Can you open your eyes?"
I groaned as my eyes fluttered open. I felt extremely groggy, like I had just woken up from a nap. I ran my tongue over my lips in an attempt to return some moisture to my incredibly dry mouth.
"Water," I croaked out. Rachel turned to the table next to my bed and poured me a glass of water.
"Here you go love."
I drank greedily from the plastic blue cup. Once I had my fill I looked to Dr. Pierce and said, "What happened?"
"It seems that you suffered a major seizure, which is why you don't remember anything. While your brain was trying to heal from the major trauma of your accident, it started to inadvertently generate abnormal brain connections, leading to epilepsy."
"So what are you saying? That I have epilepsy now? As in a permanent thing?"
Dr. Pierce swallowed visibly, "I don't know. I wish I had more answers for you Quinn, but you are an interesting case. You shouldn't even be alive, much less fully conscious and talking. But, yes, this could be a permanent symptom of the trauma you went through. I am so very sorry. Now, if you'll excuse me I need to go see my other patients."
He turned sharply on his heel and left the room before I could say another word. I blinked profusely to try and keep the tears I felt coming at bay. They began to pour down my cheeks. I looked away from Rachel so she wouldn't see me being weak.
She saw me anyways and pulled my face back around. She wordlessly wiped away my tears.
"Quinn, you are the strongest person I know, but you don't always have to be. It's just me. You can cry if you need to. Nobody should have to keep all the pain you're feeling inside. Just talk to me. I love you, OK?"
"It's just," I started as I took a deep breath, "I might never walk again. Now I'll probably have a severe seizure disorder for the rest of my life. I don't want this! How am I ever supposed to be good enough for you when I'm a cripple? Everything in my life has been destroyed. Why do bad things keep happening to me?" I couldn't continue because sobs overtook my body.
Rachel didn't say anything; she just pulled back my sheets and crawled in beside me. She opened her arms wide and I immediately fell into them. She wrapped me up and held me tight. Sometimes, having somebody hold you is worth a thousand words.
When my tears stopped, and all that was left was small hiccups Rachel tilted my chin up so she could look me in the eyes.
"I need you to listen to me very closely OK? I will love you no matter what. I know that you're worried that I'm going to run. I won't. I'm not Finn or Sam. I don't care that you might be in a wheelchair for the rest of your life. Or that you have developed epilepsy. I will adapt. You want to know why? Because I know what it feels like to lose you, and I never want to feel that again. So this? This is a happy rainbow in comparison to what I felt before. I am so in love with you Quinn Fabray, and I'm not going anywhere."
Rachel freaking Berry. She always knew exactly what to say to make me feel better. I could do this; I would do this for her.
"How are you this perfect? I don't know what I did to deserve you. You're so amazing," I breathed out in awe.
"So are you. I don't think you realize how special you really are. We're gonna make it through this Quinn, together. And we'll be stronger people because of it."
I put my head on her shoulder and whispered, "Thank you."
She kissed my head and closed her eyes. We both drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
The beautiful sound of Rachel's beating heart is what I awoke to. I smiled; I could get used to this.
"Mm, morning sleeping beauty. Or rather, good evening," Rachel said.
"I could get used to waking up to you by my side. What time is it anyways?"
My head shifted as Rachel twisted her body to check the clock.
"A quarter after nine. We slept for about six hours."
"That's good, you needed it. And before you get mad at me, I don't mean that you look tired, it's just that I know you don't sleep well with me here."
"Are you worried about me Fabray?" Rachel said flirtatiously.
I looked up into her eyes and grinned, "Maybe I am. What are you gonna do about it?"
"You'll just have to see."
She matched my grin and leaned down. I surged forwards and captured her lips in mine. She moaned into my mouth and I rolled us over so that I was on top of her body. A tongue darted out and grazed my bottom lip, asking for entrance. My lips parted and my mouth was quickly assaulted by her most gracious tongue. I heard a whimper, but I wasn't sure if it was her or me.
"What the hell is this!" a strong male voice roared.
Rachel and I quickly pulled apart. I rolled over and was greeted by the sight of a fuming Finn Hudson standing in the entrance of my room.
"Finn. What are you doing here? I told you not to come back!"
His face was growing redder by the second. "I came back to apologize for the way I acted. I was out of line and wrong. So I brought you flowers. I heard Quinn was awake; I wanted to see how she was doing. Apparently she's just fine since she's sucking face with my fiancée!" he growled out.
He stepped forward menacingly. Rachel jumped out of the bed and stepped in front of him. She put a cautionary hand on his chest.
"I'm not your fiancée anymore Finn, you know this. I know that what you just saw hurt you. But please give me a chance to explain. You don't understand. Please don't overreact and do something you'll regret."
He let out a dry laugh. "You can't just call off our wedding like that Rachel. We love each other. This isn't over between us. It can't be. So, you and I are going to leave the hospital right now and go home. We can start the wedding plans again and everything will be back to normal. OK? Come on."
"No Finn! You need to listen to me. I don't love you like that. I thought I did but I don't. We don't belong together. I'm in love with Quinn. I'm so sorry Finn."
"You aren't even gay Rachel!" he spat out. "You're just confused. You were worried for her and you confused it as love. That's all this is. You're gonna realize that this isn't real. We are."
"No, that's not what this is. If anything I confused my feelings for you. I was so caught up in a schoolgirl fantasy I overlooked who I was really in love with; Quinn. I need you to leave now."
He realized that he was going to lose the argument; and ultimately Rachel. He turned to me with venom in his eyes.
"You. You did this to me. You never could let me happy. You ruin everything! She was the one good thing in my life. The one thing I had, and now you take that away from me."
"Walk away Finn. She chose me. I'm so sorry that this is hurting you, because I never wanted to do that. But, it's over. Leave now."
His eyes lit on fire and he raised his fist back.
"No Finn!" Before I could register what was happening, Rachel threw herself in front of me. Finn's fist connected with Rachel's face and she went flying to the ground.
"Rachel!" I shrieked out. I couldn't move my legs. I reached out desperately for her lifeless form.
"Help! We need help in here!"
Two nurses came running in. Finn stood stock still; he stared wide eyed at Rachel.
"Oh god. What did I do?" he whispered out. He looked at me before sprinting out of the room.
"Is she going to be OK?" The nurse rolled Rachel over. A bruise was rapidly forming where his fist had made impact. Her lip had a small cut and was bleeding. A large gash was in her forehead from hitting the floor face first.
"She's going to be just fine; she'll probably need stitches for the cut on her forehead. I'm going to take her down to the ER to get properly assessed. She might have a concussion from the impact of her fall."
The nurses brought in a wheelchair and lifted Rachel into it.
"Please contact me once you find out what's going on with her."
"We will. And I'll see to it that the police are notified about that boy."
They wheeled her out of the room. I watched until the disappeared inside the elevator. I fell back against my bed.
"Please be OK," I whispered into the air.