A/N: Newest update. I hope you like it, we shift through three POVs in this one I hope you can tell whose it is for each one. Depending on how fast a write might have the next chapter up tonight or tomorrow. To those of you anxiously awaiting my other stories to be updated, I apologize I am having major writers block with them, and this story seems to be flowing at the moment so I will concentrate on it. Please continue to review. I thank those of you who I have come to depend on to review and be honest with me it is greatly appreciated. Disclaimer: I do not own GLEE or any of its characters. Glee is the property of FOX and its creators.

She'd thought she knew what it was like to be Artie after their week in wheelchairs and the Proud Mary number, she was wrong. At the end of the day she could get up and leave the chair behind for the next glee club member to get into. That wasn't a possibility for Quinn anymore, at least not in the near future. No she was stuck in this stupid, awkward, uncomfortable mode of transportation, assistive device, for likely the rest of her life. She hated it more than she hated anything that had happened to her, and she'd only been in the chair for five minutes.

"I know it is uncomfortable right now, Quinn, but that is because we have to keep you left leg elevated, and the chair is just generic, we'll be ordering one customized for you in the next week or so." Fred smiled gently, encouragingly.

"Yea for me." Quinn mumbled under her breath. Though it was great to be out of bed, she still felt trapped. She was nowhere near strong enough nor healthy enough to move around on her own yet in the chair. In fact she was beginning to feel like she was running a marathon. Each breath required more and more effort.

"You getting tired?"

"No." she responded as evenly as she could. The goal today was 10 minutes in the chair, and she'd be damned if she didn't make it. Quinn Fabray had never failed to reach a goal and she wasn't about to start now.

"Alright, but let me know if it gets to be to much, we don't want to push you to far too soon."

Quinn inwardly sighed. She had never felt more vulnerable and weak than she did at this moment, not even when she was pregnant with Beth. Sitting should never be this damn hard. At least her friends and family weren't here to she her in such a pathetic state.

"Yo Q, you're rocking the chair."

God really did hate her. She watched as Santana, Brittney, and Puck strolled in.

"I see you have some visitors, I'll be back in five minutes Quinn to get you out. If you need to get out before then hit the call button. Remember don't push it." Fred looked at her firmly, he obviously knew she'd push herself as far as she could, no matter if it was good for her or not. What did he know, she'd make the fastest recovery anyone had ever seen if she had anything to say about it.

"What are you guys doing here?" she asked as the three some sat on the couch across from her bed.

"Good to see you too Q." Santana retorted.

"Whatever. So what's up." Quinn was in no mood to be cordial or a good hostess. She was fading fast and her abs were killing her. She'd pass out soon from exhaustion, and she didn't want them here to see it.

"Crabby Baby Mama I see." Puck laughed. Quinn rolled her eyes at him. God she hated that name but he would not drop it. "We skipped glee today, thought we'd hang with you instead. Got to be boring in here all day with out the three coolest people you know."

Quinn shrugged than winced in pain, not a smart idea. "I sleep mostly." She grunted out trying to cover her pain but it was obvious by the now concerned eyes of her visitors that she had failed miserably.

"Should we get Fred?" Brittany was halfway to the door already.

"No, I got three more minutes, I will make it." Brit nodded and sat back down.

"So glee talk." Quinn ordered. Concentrating on breathing was her main priority at the moment and she knew if she brought up the club the three of them would talk non stop about some drama going on and she wouldn't be expected to say a word.

"Ugh don't even get me started." Santana rolled her eyes, "Rachel nearly diva stormed out because….", Quinn tuned her friend out. The pain from her shrug had yet to subside and breathing normally was near impossible. She tried to draw as much air in as she could but it was like she was trying to suck in a frozen milkshake through a tiny straw. Her head was growing light and her vision blurring. Suddenly Puck was in her face. She could see his mouth moving but she heard nothing. She gasped for air and nothing was coming in. Panic filled her mind, what the hell happened. She was fine and now she was drowning. As the edge of her vision darkened she made eye contact with Puck, imploring him to help her. His hand touched her cheek just as her world disappeared into blackness.

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He'd been watching her closely since they entered the room. Her hair was matted down with sweat and her skin paler than normal. Her snappy retorts told him she was in no mood for company or that she was feeling particularly vulnerable at the moment. He guessed it was both, but the first most likely caused by the second.

He saw her wince when she shrugged. Slowly her breathing became more and more labored until she began to gasp. He was on his feet in an instance. "Shit, Santana the call button."

He was in front of Quinn now trying to get her to calm down. "Slow it down Quinn. Deep breath in and out." Her hazel eyes were clouding over it was like she couldn't even see him. "Quinn you have to calm down, help is coming." In that moment her eyes locked onto his. They were begging him for help. Then she was limp in his arms, her chest still.

"Son move." A male nurse swept in. He and his partner had Quinn on the bed in milliseconds. Doctors flooded into to the room followed by Fred who grabbed Puck and pulled him out of the room with Santana and Brittany.

"What happened?" Fred implored as the four of them watched through the window as the doctors worked on Quinn.

"I don't know we were just talking and all of a sudden she couldn't breathe." Santana was half crying already.

"She shrugged and then winced in pain." Brittany added on.

Fred nodded and wrote what they said down in his notes. "Was it before or after the shrugged that she started having trouble breathing?"

"I guess after, but it didn't look easy before either. Like right after you left it seemed like it was effortful." Puck said. If anyone knew what Quinn's normal breathing pattern looked like it was him. He'd spent months during her pregnancy watching her sleep. He could even tell when she was in deep sleep or just waking up based on how she breathed.

"Thanks." Fred smiled at him as he added more to his notes.

"Is she going to be okay?" Brittany was staring intently at the window, at some point the blinds had been closed, shielding Quinn from the rest of the room.

"I don't know." Fred said honestly. Puck appreciated it, he didn't want any false optimism right now. All he could do was pray to Yahweh that they didn't lose Quinn so soon after getting her back.

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Sam had been with Mercedes when she received the call. He watched as her face fell and paled, tears filled her gorgeous dark brown pools. She just stared at him as she hung up, no words spoken for what to him was an eternity but was likely only a few moments. "Quinn's had a relapse." That was all Sam Evans need to hear before he reached over grasped Mercedes hand in his and bolted out of the school like a bullet from a gun. The ride to the hospital was swift and silent just as it had been all those months ago.

Santana, Puck, and Brittany were seated outside in the OR waiting room when they arrived. Santana held a stricken looking Brittany, both girls were wrapped up in Puck.

"What happened?" Sam asked as he and Mercedes slumped into the all to familiar plastic chairs.

"We don't know, one minute she was fine and then suddenly she couldn't breath and collapsed." Puck answered. Neither Santana nor Brittany seemed to notice Sam or Mercedes' appearance.

They waited and waited. Soon Judy joined them, followed by Rachel, Finn, Sue, Shelby, and Mr. Shue. Sam couldn't believe this was happening again. Quinn had woken up, she was fine. We'll he guessed she wasn't fine, what with her diagnosis an all, but she was alive and back in their lives. He'd sat with her and laughed about Steve and Stephanie's newest adventures. She even had begun to tutor her again. Things were going back to normal. His best friend was back. Many wouldn't believe that Quinn was his best friend, most would guess Finn, but it wasn't. After their break up Sam and Quinn came to realize they were so much better as friends. She was their for him through everything. When he was homeless she offered support, her babysitting services, and a free taxi service. Not once did she offer money or to buy him anything as so many others had. She'd understood his and his families pride. She helped them keep their dignity. Then when he'd taken the job as a stripper, she was the only one he called, the only one he told. He couldn't tell Mercedes, he love Mercedes and didn't want to hurt her or have her looked at him any differently. Somehow he knew Quinn would never judge him for his decision. Instead she let him talk. She played the devils advocate but then supported him in his decision to continue. "Just promise me one thing?" He'd never heard her speak to him using such a tone. It was loving, soothing, caring, but firm and sincere.

"Anything."

"No matter how desperate everything becomes, you will go no further."

"Quinn." He pleaded. There was no way he'd do that.

"Desperation, it makes us do things we never thought possible Sam, I know and now you do."

He did know. As he accepted this fact he briefly wondered what her desperate moment was, when had she crossed the line?

"You are an amazing man, Samuel Evans. What you are doing now for your family, it is necessary, but it is not you, it does not define you, do you understand me?"

"I…" He'd only been stripping for a week but he already felt cheaper, less worthy of her friendship, of Mercedes' love.

"No Sam, listen. I love you, Mercedes loves you. This what you are doing now; it is a moment in life, brief at best. When your family is stable you'll quit, you'll graduate high school, you'll go to college, and you will live a wonderful life. You will have a beautiful family."

"Quinn." He remembered breaking into tears at her inspiring words. She was slowly fixing his already shattered soul.

"This is not who you are Sam, don't let anyone make you think differently. Don't let them drag you down. You are Sam Evans, star football player, gleek, amazing musician, loving brother, caring son, loyal friend, and the best boyfriend a girl could ask for. If you can't hold onto who you truly are than quit now before this job destroys you."

"I can't quit." He mumbled back.

"Then when doubt comes knocking call me and I will remind you of who you are, of the true Sam Evans because he is great."

Sam had smiled at that, thanked her and then hung up. He knew he'd never gotten through the months of his job if it wasn't for Quinn. He would never know if he'd of gone down that forbidden path, but he knew that each time he was propositioned Quinn's voice reminding him of who he was filled his mind and he'd say no.

He owed her so much and he hadn't even told her. Now for a second time her life hanged in the balance. 'Please Lord,' he turned his face towards the heavens as his pray filled his mind 'keep her safe. Bring her home. I need my best friend. I need to tell her thank you for saving me.'

Opening double doors pulled Sam back to the world. Mercedes and Judy were standing as the doctor came over. "How is she?" Mercedes asked quietly.

"She's stable and resting."

"What happened?"

"Quinn's lungs are still very weak. There was also fluid slowly building in her chest cavity. The stress form sitting his the wheelchair for so long plus from what her friends said, a shrug, as well as the extra fluid and lung weakness caused her left lung to collapse. We have inflated it again and placed a chest tube in to drain the fluid. She is back on a respirator; we'll keep her on it for at least two or three days maybe a week. Unfortunately in regards to her lung repair we are back to square one. The good news is she will make a full recovery; we just have to keep monitoring her, especially for fluid build up. You have to know that this maybe a chronic problem for Quinn for the rest of her life. It is manageable, but you need to be away, and Quinn needs to let us know when she is having difficulty breathing."

Judy rubbed her face and looked at the doctor, "When can we see her?"

"A nurse will come get you in an hour or so. Only family for the next 48 hours than her friends can start coming back." The doctor sent an apologetic glance toward Sam and the rest. He understood, whatever helped Quinn get better.

An hour and half later Sam was driving Mercedes home. "She'll be alright." Sam told his girlfriend as he kissed the back of her palm. Mercedes smiled at him. "Yes she will."

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