Finn felt his legs collapse from underneath him as his eyes properly got to cast over Quinn's broken body. He felt Santana fall onto him, her breath being knocked out of her upon seeing her friend.

"I'll leave you two alone with her for a bit," said the doctor gently, slipping out of the room, knowing neither of the two were paying even the slightest bit of attention to him. They were too busy trying to pick up the pieces of there hearts.

"Q…" Santana choked out slowly, wiping her eyes quickly with her hands.

Finn took one slow, hesitant step forward, leaving Santana stood numb behind him. He didn't know what was going on, he couldn't see anything but Quinn. The way she lay there, so helpless. So weak. It wasn't right. Quinn was the strong one- she always had been. It had always frustrated him, never knowing what she had been thinking, never knowing what she had been feeling. That was one thing he yelled at her during their break up. Now he'd do anything for her to be that strong. Hell, at this moment he'd do anything to go back to that moment when her hand slipped over his in his truck. He'd keep it there and pull her too him.

His eyes focused in on her hand now. It was whiter than the sheet it rested upon. It was still- so still. He strode toward it and knelt beside her bed just staring at her hand, praying to any God that would listen, hoping for her to just move one finger.

He placed his hand over hers slowly, like she had done to him those few weeks ago. It was icy. It felt dead.

"Quinn," he choked out, peering at her broken face, lying unmoving. He couldn't even pretend she was asleep. When she was asleep in his arms when she lived with him, she would always smile in her sleep. It had been a form of broken smile but it was there. Always. Now- nothing.

He let a hand slowly touch her forehead and brush against the skin there. He would do anything for her eyes to burst open and her to angrily snap his hand away and tell him to not touch her. But she couldn't. There was something under his hands. Under the skin her head she was bleeding. And he didn't know if it would stop. He didn't know if he'd ever get her back.

"It's me… Finn, Quinnie, I'm here, and I am never leaving you again," he said, taking her hand in his properly and pulling a chair up beside her bed.

He didn't know what he was doing. He didn't know where the future of his relationship with Rachel lay. But he knew that he would give up that in a heartbeat for Quinn to come back to him and he wasn't going anywhere until she was awake.

"She looks so perfect," choked Santana from where he had left her, wrapping her arms around herself. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

"She does," Finn breathed, running his hand along her cheek gently.

"What's wrong with her?" she asked, taking a few steps forward to stand behind Finn, her eyes filling with tears on each step.

"She's bleeding…" Finn whispered, trying to take in every last bit of her- not knowing how much longer he'll have her.

"But…" started Santana, allowing her eyes to look for blood.

"On… on the inside," Finn clarified, taking a few harsh breaths to try and calm himself. "Why does everything have to be on the inside with Quinn. Why can she never just show me where it hurts?"

Santana could say nothing. She didn't know what to do bar slide a hand over Finn's large shoulder slowly, in a bid to comfort him and steady herself. This wasn't right. This was all wrong.

"I should have stayed with her- I shouldn't have left her to go with Mr Schue alone…" Santana mumbled, regretting being too caught up in Britney to even notice Quinn going alone.

"You? Your cab was full, it was me and Rachel who were selfish. It was me who was selfish. I should have insisted she come into out cab," Finn murmured, letting his mind drift off to the time when they got into their cabs. He could only squeeze Quinn's hand out of guilt as the memories passed.

/

"How can I help you," asked the doctor as Rachel tapped him on the shoulder.

"We're here for Quinn Fabray and William Schuester," she said quickly, trying to find Finn out of the corner of her eye.

"You are?" he asked, eye all the other members of New Directions.

"The other members of the show choir that they came to New York with to compete in Nationals," said Sam, gripping Mercedes hand tightly. He didn't care who could see- he needed her right now. Because he wouldn't be able to cope with something bad happening to Quinn.

"Ummm, I don't know if I can disclose this information…"

"Seriously dude, we are not going to leave until we know what's going on," barked Puck angrily.

"Right, well if you all go into that room there," said the doctor, pointing at an empty meeting room on the left of the corridor, "I'll go and get Miss Fabray's sister and cousin, and I'll tell you what's going on in full detail."

Brittany looked around at everyone, as the doctor went off to find Finn and Santana. "Cousin and sister?" she asked slowly, her brain having too much to handle.

"Finn and Santana must have lied," shrugged Mercedes, leading the group into the room and sitting down and waiting for everyone to return.

/

"Um, you two," said the doctor from the door of Quinn's room. Santana peered her head around to look at the doctor from where she sat at on side of Quinn, while Finn didn't move. He kept his eyes focused on the blonde, not wanting to even blink. "The rest of your show choir is here, and I said I'd bring you two to a room so I can explain what is the status of Ms Fabray and Mr Schuester."

"I'm not leaving her," Finn said bluntly, increasing his grip on Quinn's hand. " I promised her I wouldn't leave her again. I'm not leaving her."

"I'm sorry, but you really need to hear this, and as her cousin…"

"What?" said Finn numbly, forgetting the lie he told earlier.

"Fine, well I know neither of you are family, despite what you told me," said the Doctor knowingly, eying Santana, " but as the two closest two her I really need you two in there with them so I can share information."

"Okay," whispered Santana, somewhere grateful for the doctors kindness. "Finn, come on, we need to know as much as we can."

"But…"

"Finn, come on, or I swear I will drag you," Santana ordered standing up and walking over to Finn, breaking his hold of Quinn's hand.

"But what if, what if, something happens…" Finn said sadly, letting tears fall down his cheeks.

"We can't think like that… We have to go and see everyone else as well," Santana said, wanting to spend no more time away from Britney's embrace. She needed her right now.

Finn nodded silently and tore himself away from Quinn. He should be glad to go and see his girlfriend- to find some peace in her arms, but he didn't want that. He wanted Quinn's arms. Sure, she wasn't always the softest person, but when he needed her he knew she would sit for hours on the floor just holding him. But Rachel was his girlfriend, not Quinn. He had to get that into his head. It was Rachel he loved, it just had to be.

He took one last fleeting look over his shoulder at Quinn, taking in every part of her face. He made sure to memorise the colour of her golden hair.. He surveyed the way he could see her chest rising up and down- because he didn't know if he would ever see it do that again.

And then he left.