Chapter 9
It has been a few days and Will walks into Quinn's hospital room, only to find Puck asleep, leaning his head against the bed. He smiles slightly and shakes Puck awake. Puck looks up at him and rubs his eyes.
"Been here all night, Puck?" Will asks. Puck nods, looking over at Quinn's still form. He gets up and stretches out.
"I don't want... I don't want her to be alone if she wakes up. Her mom and I have been taking turns. She just went to get herself lunch." Puck says. A small groan comes from the bed and Puck and Will turn. Quinn's eyes slowly flutter open. "Quinn? Hey, it's Puck." Will disappears from the room. Quinn looks around her surroundings. "Take it easy." Will returns with a doctor.
"Why don't you go find her mom, Puck." Will says. Puck nods, kisses Quinn on the cheek and then rushes out of the room.
"Good morning, Miss Fabray. I am Dr. Grayson." the doctor says. "Nice to see you awake. Now, can you tell me how many fingers I am holding up." He holds up two fingers and his thumb.
"Two, your thumb isn't technically a finger." Quinn says. Dr. Grayson laughs.
"Good, and correct. Though I would have settled for three, thumb or no." Dr. Grayson says. "How do you feel?"
"Like I got hit by a truck." Quinn says.
"To be expected." Dr. Grayson. "Do you remember much about the accident?" Quinn shakes her head. "Okay, wiggle your fingers for me." Quinn wiggles the fingers on both her hands. "And your toes." Nothing. "Quinn, can you wiggle your toes for me?" Still nothing. Quinn's eyes go wide as Puck and her mother enter the room.