"In here," said the Doctor quietly, ushering Finn and Santana into the small, cramped room, full of the other members of New Directions. They were sat silently, different members holding hands with others, no one having anything to say. It was eerily like something out of a disaster movie or a soap. None of them wanted to believe it was real.

Santana ran straight in, unable to control the sobs as the picture of Quinn in that bed echoed in her mind. She tumbled straight over to Brittany, and buried her face into her shoulder, letting sobs wrack her body. Brittany could do nothing apart from stroke her dark hair and try and try and say the right things. She could only wonder what would cause Santana to be this upset. She knew she could be ditzy at times, but she knew something was wrong and she sure as hell knew it wasn't good if Santana was this upset.

Upon seeing Santana enter, the hearts of each member of New Directions sunk- knowing that what they were going to be told wasn't what they wanted to hear. Or what most of them wanted to hear. Sure Santana had been close to Quinn, but for her to break down in front of them? They all knew together without even having to utter a word that something was really wrong. Seriously wrong. All they could do was hold their breaths and wait for Finn to come in.

Rachel could only wonder what Finn would be like, how this whole thing was affecting him. She knew this would hit him hard, she was his first love. But he was in love with her. Surely this could make him leave her again. He couldn't leave her again, she'd given up a lot to make this work, for this to be it. The decision had been made. Finn was hers now, wasn't he?

Finn took a deep shaky breath and followed in after Santana, letting his tired eyes fall over the rest of New Directions. When they saw him everyone took a deep breath in. He was deadly pale, with tear tacks all down his pasty face. He couldn't look at any of them, his eyes staring aimlessly at the ceiling. How would he begin to tell them what he was feeling. How could he? He'd changed his mind so many times, and had finally decided on Rachel. How could he even tell them how much this hurt?

"Finn," said Sam, his voice breaking as he tried to find the words to ask about Quinn. Finn merely shook his head and collapsed into a small chair next to Rachel. He only wanted to know exactly what was happening with Quinn, so he could get back to her. That was all eh could see. Quinn, alone in that room with no one to hold her. He couldn't leave her alone. Never again.

He could just about feel Rachel slide her hand on top of his, her warm hand making him shiver. It was nothing like Quinn's, was all he could tell himself, the coldness pf her skin was still burned into his skin. And then, as she gently squeezed his hand, he was back in his truck. Quinn's warm delicate hand had slid on top of his. And now it was cold- lifeless.

He snapped his hand away and wrapped his arms round himself, trying to keep himself in one piece. He knew he shouldn't be acting like this to Rachel. He'd put her though so much and here he was again, being a jerk. But as much as he wanted to hold her and kiss her head and let her comfort him- he couldn't. The thought made him feel like he was cheating. Yet she was his girlfriend…

"Right," said the Doctor, entering the room, holding a clipboard in front of his chest calmly. "I'm Doctor Jameson, resident Doctor here at New York general Hospital, specialising in serious injuries. Now I understand that you're all here to hear about William Schuester and Quinn Fabray.

Santana shot Finn a look from where she had lay her head on Brittany's shoulder, clearly feeling guilty for forgetting Mr Schue. Neither of them had even taken a second to think about him. "Yeah, we are the show choir they were here with," said Lauren, her hand being given a death grip by a terrified Puck.

"Can I confirm that you are Finn Hudson, Quinn's mother has told us to contact you," ensured the Doctor, pointing to Finn, who looked as if her was going to throw up and burst into tears at any moment.

"Yeah I am," muttered Finn sadly, closing his eyes and picturing the last time he spoke to Mrs. Fabray. Quinn walking down the stairs in that blue dress. The way her eyes sparkled when he handed her the corsage. The way his nose brushed against hers and he could feel he soft breath on his lips…

"And you're happy for me to talk in front of everyone?" asked the Doctor, snapping Finn from his memory and glancing around at the room full of silent teenagers. The tension that filled the room could have been cut with a knife. Finn nodded silently. "Right well, I'm extremely sorry to be the one to tell you this. But William Schuester passed away at the site of the collision. Paramedics battled desperately to save him, but his injuries were too great. And I'm sorry, but I can't tell you any more than that."

The room went dead. Tears escaped from every eye, as everyone went to hold each other. Even puck embraced Lauren as she let a few tears fall. Rachel wrapped her arms around Finn tightly and sobbed into his shirt. Finn was too numb to ouch her off, so just sat their and waited, his mind reeling from the events of the day. How could he be gone? Just like that? Their rock, their light, the one person who had stuck with them through everything- was gone. Dead. Never coming back.

"And Miss Fabray," began Doctor Jameson, when the sobs had subsided a little. "She is still alive." Sam let out a cry of relief, burring his face into his hands, while Puck dropped onto his knees, casting his eyes up to the heavens in a thank you. The Doctor could feel just how much the Glee Club cared for her, the happiness that she was just still breathing was evident on every face in the room. Well, nearly every face…

"Is she going to be alright?" Rachel asked, still clinging to Finn desperately. It was almost like he couldn't leave if she never let go. She asked because she wanted to try and be concerned, but she didn't really know the answer that she wanted in return.

"I'm afraid I really can't tell you. She's just back from critical surgery now, but next 24 hours will be vital for her, and beyond that… well…"

"What's wrong with her?" Brittany asked in a child like manner, yet there was tone to her voice that showed just how concerned she was. She didn't know what else to do other than try and sort everything out in her head.

"She's broken both of her legs in multiple and complicated breaks, cracked her collarbone and broken many of her ribs. The broken ribs have punctured her left lung, making her breathing difficult and laboured, meaning we've had to attach her to a machine that will breathe for her for now.

Yet, what's concerning us the most is the fact that she's had haemorrhage of a few millimetres on the frontal lobe of her brain. We've tried our best to fix it in surgery, which was successful, but if it bleeds again then I really don't know what we'll be able to do. You see, along with these injuries she has a number of superficial cuts to her abdomen and legs which have caused major blood loss, meaning her body isn't functioning as it should. We've given her extensive blood transfusions, but it really is touch and go from here…"

"Oh my lord," said Mercedes, tears spilling down her face, wondering if the doctor could add any more injuries to that list. How Quinn was still breathing was a miracle. Quinn was strong that was for sure…

"That's all there is to tell you right now," said Doctor Jameson sadly, his heart breaking for the teenagers in the room, who were so far away from home. He really wished he could give them good news or at least a little bit of hope, but right now there really was very little for this girl. He was used to dealing with a few of these injuries in one patient, but this girl had seemed to acquire everything imaginable.

"When can we see her?" asked Puck nervously, his voice high and shaky. He had never allowed himself to be this vulnerable before. Having only ever felt this weak when he held his baby girl and in his worst moment in juvvie.

"Well, due to the seriousness of her injuries, and the level of monitoring she needs, my team and I have decided not to allow any visitors until tomorrow morning, because it's highly likely she'll need a lot of medical attention through out the night, but we'll allow visitors in when visiting hours start tomorrow at eight."

"No!" yelled Finn, "Please let me stay." He turned his body towards the Doctor and shook Rachel off. "I'm the closest one to her, I promised her I wouldn't leave. I can't go anywhere."

The Doctor let out a sigh and took a few steps towards Finn. "Son, I know you want to stay, but I can't let you in her room. We need to be monitoring her all the time and we have to perform lots of test on her, so I'm afraid you really would be in the way. And you only want to do what's best for her, don't you?"

"Of course I do," Finn answered back instantly, he didn't even think about that answer. No matter what had very happened between them, he had always- always, wanted what was best for her. And sometimes, that meant him breaking up with her.

"Then you'll go to a hotel, ring your parents and let them know what's going on, and get some sleep. That was you can be back here tomorrow to be with her in a fit state."

"Couldn't I sleep in here at least?" begged Finn, really not wanting to leave the building where she lay. He didn't want here to be so weak in a building full of strangers that knew nothing about her.

"Finn, you're better going to a hotel, having a shower and getting some sleep than staying here. You can't do anything here but drink the poor coffee. Seriously, go back and get some rest. She needs you."

"She needs me…"

"Yeah dude she needs all of us," said Puck, breaking the stares that everyone was giving Finn. No one knew where this affection for Quinn was coming from. He'd never cared that much for her before.

"Right then, now can you guys afford a hotel or do you need the hospital to help you with that until you contact your parents and figure out what to do…"

"No- I think we got it," said Puck, knowing his pool cleaning business money would help keep them here for a little while at least. It was the least he could do for her. They had to stay for the time being, she couldn't be here alone.

"Right, can I get all your names, so I can add them to the visitors list and get you some visitors passes. I'll also need your connection to Quinn, it just helps us know who to contact someone in case something goes wrong," said Doctor Jameson calmly, pulling a pen swiftly from his top pocket and finding a clear page of paper on his clipboard.

"I'm umm, Finn Hudson, and I'm um…" Finn thought for a minute about how to phrase his relationship with Quinn. Friend? No friend was far to casual, Rachel would be listed as her friend, he was more important than that. He couldn't say boyfriend, cause he was Rachel's boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend was rated behind friend though. "I'm the one who's Quinn's Mom said to call."

"Right," said the doctor scribbling down Finn's name and writing in his neat scrawl '1st contact in immediate area' next to it.

"I'm Santana Lopez," said Santana quietly, in a softer tone of voice than she had ever used before. She too didn't know how to describe their relationship. It was all a bit up in the air. One minute she was pulling her ponytail calling her a slut and the next she was letting her cry on her shoulder and taking her for a makeover." I'm well, I'm the closest thing has to a best friend right now."

"I'm Noah Puckerman," said Puck quickly, wanting his name to be third on that list. "And I'm, oh lordy where do I begin umm, just put me down as the father of her daughter." Puck winced when he said the word daughter, but it was true. Somewhere out their in the world there was a leaving, breathing one year old who was the perfect mix of both of them. He was not about to let anyone forget that. Even though she wasn't here with them didn't mean she didn't exist.

"She has a child?" enquired the doctor while writing down Puck's name.

"Yeah… well no," said Puck his eyes glazing over slightly. Just when he thought he'd gotten his emotions in check… Doctor Jameson raised his eyebrow in confusion. "She, well… we gave the baby up for adoption."

The heaviness in his words told the doctor that that was all he was going to say and the subject of the little girl should be dropped there. The Doctor just nodded his head slowly and then cast his eyes to the other member around the room.

"I'm Sam Evans and I'm a good friend of Quinn's. She baby-sits my siblings lots and well we dated for about 6 months," Sam stuttered out, wanting to let the Doctor know just how much she meant to him.

"I'm Mercedes Jones, another good friend of Quinn's, she lived with me for a while last year," said Mercedes, again wanting the doctor to know how much she cared for the blonde.

"Wow, she means a lot to all of you," said the Doctor astounded by all that this Quinn had been through with her show choir.

"Of course she does," said Finn, snapping back, never realising just how much everyone had been through with Quinn. She was so special.

"Rachel Berry- I'm a friend of Quinn's," said Rachel plainly, not needing to be seen as important as everyone else. She cared, but her life wouldn't end if Quinn's actually did. And that though made her feel terrible about herself.

"Tina Cohen-Chang, friend" muttered Tina, who was trying to hold back tears.

"Mike Chang, friend," said Mike quietly.

"Brittany Peirce, friend," said Brittany, clutching hold of Santana.

"Kurt Hummel, friend, brother of Finn," said Kurt, smiling towards Finn.

"Lauren Zizes, friend," finished off Lauren.

"Right, thank you, I'll make sure they're all at front reception for you tomorrow. Now I do have to go, I really am very busy," said Doctor Jameson, making eye contact with each member of New Directions.

"Can you not tell us anything else?" asked Sam desperately, clutching at straws in the attempt that the Doctor may have something good to tell them.

"Pray for her…"