A/N: Thank you to those of you who have reviewed. I encourage more of you to do so. I take everything you say to heart in order to improve my writing. Here are the next two chapters of my story. Hope you like them. The tone is slightly different. Let me know which style you like better (these two chapters or the first five). Can't wait for our Quinn to return for "Thanksgiving"! Homeward Bound/Home is great and I love Come see me. Disclaimer: I do not own GLEE or any of its characters. GLEE belongs to FOX and its creators.

Chapter 5:

According to her mother it has been a week since she opened her eyes, and four and a half weeks since her accident. An accident she has no recollection of, in fact the last thing she truly remembers is getting her Yale acceptance letter in the mail and Rachel telling her that Finn proposed. The rest from that day until yesterday is one giant blur. Its odd to essentially have lost over two months of your life, so much can happen it such a short time period and Quinn feels cheated. Apparently the month's worth of memories she lost were pretty good ones, and she didn't have many of those it was, and then she's missed an entire month of creating new ones. Its something she tries not to think about too much, first of all it hurts her head to think to hard, and second of all the time she's lost isn't something she can't control. The memories will either come back or not; there wasn't anything she or her friends and family could do about it. Her other injuries on the other hand she has some more control over, her recovery to a degree was up to her.

Granted she couldn't make her lungs fill or work to full capacity, she couldn't speed up the healing of her bones, nor could she make her nerves start working properly, but she could put 110% into the physical therapy exercises her PT has given her and that was what she planned to do, starting with her current exercise, sitting up straight in bed for 10 minutes. One wouldn't think this a difficult task as we do it daily, but when your muscles have begun to deteriorate due to atrophy and the nerves of your lower abdomen and below were sporadically firing at best, sitting is a tiring and painful task.

Sweat poured down her face as her upper abs burned on fire, fatigue and exhaustion were coming quickly but she was determined to make her mark.

"That's good Quinn, we can stop for the day." Her therapist Fred smiled.

"I can go longer." She gasped out, she was exhausted and breathing was becoming an increasing difficult.

"I'm sure you can but its your first day, first session and we don't want to push you to far that it is actually detrimental to your recovery." He patted her shoulder and then used the bed controls to lower the bed into a flat position, "You'll stay on your back for a half hour, to give your muscles a break then you can move back up to the reclined position."

Quinn rolled her eyes. She'd only been fully coherent for a day or so but she was already tired of staring up at the celling. The worst had been when she lay there flat and helpless and her doctor informed her of all her injuries, that she'd had metal rods in her back that were holding her fragile spine in place, that the surgery Mercedes had courageously okayed, increased her chances of walking again dramatically should it work but decreased her chance staggeringly should it fail. The vote was still out on its success.

"I'll see you later today. We have you scheduled for two times a day four days a week and one time day three times a week. The intensity will hopefully help stimulate your nerves."

Quinn just nodded, her legs and their lack of feeling at the moment were the last thing she wanted to concentrate on, it was too painful. Perhaps she was in denial about the possibility of being paralyzed or partially paralyzed for the rest of her life, but who cared, sinking into the depression that dwelling on that aspect of her injuries was not an option. She'd been in that dark place, after junior year, when the magnitude of her choices had finally hit her; that Beth would likely never know her, that essentially despite how much her mom had stepped up, she'd really always be alone. The pain and numbness was unbearable then, she couldn't go back to that, she couldn't deal with feeling so lost again, so if ignoring the fact that her legs, and unfortunately her bladder and bowls weren't functioning volitionally than so be it.

Once Fred had gone a nurse, Mary, came in. Mary looked to be about Frannie's age she even had Frannie's curly blonde hair and blue eyes. As far as Quinn knew her dear older sister had yet to show up. "I'm just going to change your bag and check you really quick, Quinn." Embarrassment swept through her, having someone check to see if she'd crapped herself was so degrading. If God could grant her only one of her wishes she prayed that it was to regain control of her bladder and bowls. She'd survive paralysis, she hoped, but she knew that she'd die of embarrassment if she never regained control of the primitive functions of bladder and bowl control. Plus if she got those back there was chance her legs would follow, if she didn't then there was no hope of regaining her the feeling and use of her legs.

Mary was true to her word and quickly changed the bag hanging discretely at the side of her bed and turned Quinn to check her backside, luckily she was clean. Mary just left as Mercedes walked in. Her sister from another Mother had been in often from what Quinn was told, only Santana, Brittany, and Puck out of her friends had seen her more.

"Hey white girl." Mercedes beamed as she took a seat next to Quinn. She made sure to sit so Quinn's turned head could she her clearly. "You want to sit up?"

"Can't for another twenty minutes, I just finished my first PT session."

"How was that?"

"Exhausting and degrading. All I did was sit and I felt like I'd done a marathon." She'd finally gotten back into shape, running 10 miles a day after school, and now it was all for nothing, her fitness was worse than her Lucy Caboosey days.

Mercedes didn't say anything, she just held Quinn's hand. Quinn appreciated it. It was one thing she loved about Mercedes, they didn't need to talk to understand each other. Mercedes always knew when Quinn just needed someone to sit there with her. Silence with Mercedes was not nearly as deafening as it was on her own.

Eventually Mary came back in and announced visiting hours were over. "I'll be back tomorrow, honey." Mercedes smiled. "My mom wants to know what kind of cookies you want."

Quinn laughed, Mrs. Jones made the best cookies Quinn had ever had. The woman was single handily responsible for the 10 pounds Quinn had gained at the end of her pregnancy. "Peanut butter chocolate chip."

"Done." Mercedes was almost out the door when Quinn called to her, a sudden need to express herself to her friend rushing through her veins, "Cedey sis."

Mercedes stopped her eyes glistening suddenly, "Quinnie sis?"

"Thank you. I love you."

Mercedes was across the room in a split second and her arms tightly embracing Quinn, "I love you too, so much." Quinn smiled and squeezed back the best her broken body would allow. "Never… Never…"

"I won't." It was promise she intended to keep she'd never put her family, the ones who'd chosen to love her, Mercedes, Santana, Brittany, Sam, and Puck , though this agony again.

Eventually Mercedes kissed Quinn's forehead and left, no more words exchanged but none were needed.

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