Just so you know I just did basic research like anyone else would on something they don't know so don't get all technical freaky on me please. It's just a fanfic. Anyways, If you like to read and listen to music listen to Excuses by The Morning Benders. I just think it fits the mood of this chapter but whatever floats your boat.

My everyday schedule for the past few days includes taking Tylenol every 4 hours, eating breakfast in bed, stretching my arms out, going in the bed pan only when I have to, physical therapy and then waiting for Rachel to come accompany me."

Quinn what are you writing?" The blonde is on her bed scribbling away in a miniature light green notebook.

"Nothing." She tries to make her writing less obvious by covering the exposed journal with the blanket.

"I can still see you writing Quinn!" she whines and the blonde ignores her and continues to scribble on the paper with great attention.

She adds on, "It must be something important. You been writing since I got here."

"Its for me to read and none of your business." She laughs.

"C'mon Quinn. Pretty please."

"Nope. I'm not going to give into your demands this time Rachel."

She pouts. Well I hope you like your bathes cold!

"Are you threatening me Rachel?" she asked in an skew pitch.

"Are you questioning my ability to take action? Because frankly, I can careless if you are injured."

The blonde rolls her eyes playfully, "Then don't blame me if you get drenched because I can careless if you get wet."

"Quinn!" She laughs at the diva and continues writing her thoughts.

My everyday schedule with Rachel: includes helping me to the restroom, sponge baths, eating in the cafeteria, long walks around the hospital, occasional afternoon naps, Rachel belting out her glee songs, talking non-stop till 9 o clock well actually Rachel talking nonstop till 9 o clock but I do love when she babbles away and finally saying goodnight after a long day.

"Goodnight Quinn." The diva hugs the blonde.

"You coming by tomorrow?"

"Of course, I wouldn't miss a second of it."

"Ok, Night Rach. I love you."

"I do too." She says it harmonically and smiles.

Since, yesterday's incident Quinn had done all her homework the brunette had brought her. She waited to show the diva the complete stack of assignments to let the girl know she was no longer going to procrastinate even though she had all the time in the world to do it.

My everyday schedule without Rachel: includes frequent visitors, going in the bedpan, breakfast, lunch and dinner in bed, Netflix marathons and then sleep. As much as I liked the company of others, Rachel you are the only one who makes my days complete.

But that was the point..Rachel stopped showing up with out no warning, without telling her why which deeply hurt her. Day after day she waited. Everyday on the 3 o'clock mark she stared at the doorway of her room waiting for the diva to burst into the room but she didn't. It didn't phrase her at first but as the days pasted it worried her.

She waited patiently trying to convince herself that eventually the diva was coming.

Don't fret Fabray maybe she was caught in traffic.

An hour passes by and still no Berry.

Calm yourself Fabray, take your mind off of it and watch some T.V. She turns on the T.V. and flips through some channels until she comes across cartoons. For an hour her eyes are glued to the screen but her mind is on the brunette.

Ok, so maybe she just forgot to tell me she wasn't coming or did I forget?

Dinner time. Quinn is playing with her peas as she thinks. She hasn't ate a single bite of her food since she had gotten it.

Does she need time to think?

Then..

if that's the case why isn't she here with me to comfort her. I am her friend after all..right?

Unless, she thinks I can't comfort her.

"Child eat your food!"

"Sorry." She takes her spoon and begins to eat but as soon as Eleanor leaves the room she goes back playing with her peas.

She will be back tomorrow. Definitely, and she'll apologize for her absence. So don't worry about it and just go to sleep.

She places the tray of food on her side table and lays down on her back staring at the ceiling. She counts the dot after dot but can't find herself to sleep. After an hour she tries to comfort herself again.

You'll see her tomorrow Quinn.

She falls asleep.

The next few days are similar except slowly she refuses to eat because she couldn't bare eating knowing that the brunette wasn't alright. She didn't shower afraid that the diva would return sad with her job taken. She barely slept because the girl crying was on her mind and she barely said a word because she was afraid that she would speak of her and would cry.

"Eleanor."

"Yes, child?"

"Do you think Rachel is coming back?"

"Why don't you call her?" She hadn't even thought of calling her. It was common sense but the blonde couldn't think straight. Her mind was filled with the girl and it never occurred that she could call.

"I never thought of that." She quickly picks up the phone and dials her number nervously. As the phone rings she twirls her finger around the cord. The call goes directly to voice mail. The blonde had totally forgot that she sabotaged Rachel's phone and recorded her voice on it.

Once she hears the message tears fill her eyes. "Hi this is Rachel's voice mail. She's currently busy catering to my every whim, that's right Berry your my slave! So sorry she can't pick up the phone right now so leave a message after the beep!"

She didn't know it yet, but through out the day that message would be haunting her because she wouldn't be able to stop thinking of where Rachel was now.

Thirty seconds past and she almost forgets shes leaving a message. Her voice was shaky and she is trying her best to hide her emotions, "Hi Rachel. I was just checking up on you. I don't know if you know but I'm really worried and I hope you are ok" She pauses. "I miss you a lot. Please let me know that your at least safe. Call me as soon as you get this message. Ok bye." Quinn hangs up the phone and wipes her tears before Eleanor can see.

"She answer?"

"No. It went straight to voice mail."

"She will call once she gets the message don't worry."

Hours passed and not a single word from Rachel. Hours turned into days and days turned to nights.

"She still hasn't returned your call yet? You girls are worrying me. Did you guys get into some fight or something?"

Quinn turns to her side.

"I guess, I just really hope shes ok." Eleanor sits on the side of the bed. Never since her time at the hospital has she seen the woman rest. She was always on her feet and now she was at her bed sitting.

"Anything I can do to help? I haven't seen you smile in days." As much as she tries to hide the worry in her eyes Quinn can sense it in her voice.

"Is their a pill to get rid of depression, like the new medication I've been taking to get rid the pain in my legs." She places her hand on the blondes leg.

"Don't tell me you need pills to get over a fight." Quinn looks down and laces her fingers together. It might of been just a fight, would you even call that a fight? -but since she was gone she couldn't think of anything else. The fact that the diva was crying right now and she wasn't there to hold her. Or worse, someone else was comforting her.

The young woman closes her eyes and sighs. "Yes there is but It's only temporary. I'll tell your doctor you requested a prescription."

"Temporary? It's been days though and I can't feel a thing."

"What pill have you been taking? I'd like to take some of that to rid the pain this job has on my back."

"Acetaminophen."

"Honey that's just a fancy term for Tylenol it's only suppose to reduce the pain for several hours." Her face goes pale and she rushes out the door, calling for the doctor. A wave of panic overwhelms her chest. She attempts to move her legs but nothing happens.

xxx

"Quinn", he smiles. He marks his clipboard and is writing something. "Your doctor isn't here today so I'm taking over." He leans towards the bed and examines Quinn's bare legs.

A few minutes earlier that day they had taken her casts off to examine her legs more carefully.

She talks rapidly talks, stumbling over her words, "I used to feel burning pain in my legs but-but I can't feel or move them anymore."

"Mm." The doctor begins pinching her leg, ankle up. "Did you feel anything?"

"No." Her face is pale and she takes short breathes of air.

He paused and looked back at the paper. "Have you ever tried moving them at all since you got here?

She began to feel anxious because she wishes he would say she was alright but she knew that something was terribly wrong. Quinn was to scared to move them to begin with because of the unbearable pain that would come after.

"I was in too much pain," she chocked.

He grabs a Popsicle stick and grazes it over the bottom of her foot and her toes curl in reaction.

"That's odd. Try moving your toes Fabray." She wiggles her fat toe and then her other toes. He marks his clipboard and clicks his pen.

"Ok we will conduct several test on you tomorrow. I have a feeling of what this is but I don't want to worry you and in result you'd Google it. Well until next time Quinn."

"Bye Mr. Crawford."

Rachel was gone and it was hard not to think of her situation for once. Sure she didn't see her in the morning but that didn't leave Quinn with her thoughts. Before Rachel left without notice all she could think about is Rachel. What she was going to wear that day, her bright smile, her amazing voice, and her outline of her day.

She didn't realize how much she really relied on the brunette. How useless she was and how dependent. How lonely. Not until the moment where she knew she wasn't going to be ok.

xxx

Quinn is with Mr. Crawford again. He grabs her folder and checks it.

"Ahh! I knew something was wrong. Usually cases like this take a few days to show up."

She frowns at the enthusiasm in his voice and he looks at her in remorse.

"Sorry I was being insensitive. What I mean is it's good we caught this before you left the hospital or else-or else you wouldn't know what condition you are truly in."

He places the photographic x-ray on a screen, "So here is the brain scans results from your brain."

He points at a red part of the brain, "This is your thalamus, it sends signals from your spinal cord to other parts of your brain.

He then points to a purple area of the brain, "and this is your parietal lobe, it is responsible for your sensory receptions. But pain is just a physical feeling. There are other solutions to why you cannot accommodate it."

"See pain is more than just cause and effect situation. It is affected by everything that is goes on in the nervous system. For example your mood, past experiences and your expectations of it can change the way you interpret pain at any given time."

He pauses making sure the blonde is getting all the information that he is throwing out.

"It is also possible you lost your ability function your legs when the crash occurred. Which is odd because usually when you do everything down is effected- but in some cases people have spasms or parts of their body, they can't function, reacts to a shift in temperature or touch. If your brain is damaged that's good because we can fix it."

"-and if it isn't?"

"It leads me to this question. Did your spinal cord get damaged."

"I...I don't know."

"Well if it is, it's not treatable."

"You mean there is a chance that I will never walk again?"

"Not quite. We don't know the real problem yet, so we can't be sure."

Quinn couldn't believe it. She had lived through a car accident but now there was a possibility that she was never going to walk, dance, or stand again. She believed it was just a phrase. Something that was temporary but now things could be permanent.

He didn't want to worry the girl but he didn't want to lie to her either.

"Don't worry Ms. Fabray your in good hands."

xxx

She thought being in a wheel chair was fun until she found out that she could barely push herself, how overwhelming and tiresome it felt staying in bed most of the time and the painful realization that the Rachel that cared for her, that came on a daily basis, that Rachel abandoned her when she realized she needed her the most. Needed her shoulder to cry on, her arms around her, and her voice to comfort her. To tell her that everything was going to be ok even when it was not.

My everyday schedule for the past few days: included unwanted visitors, bedpans, and sleep.

"Quinn what are you doing? I heard from your mom that your not eating or showering anymore and that your barely talking."

He looks into the girls eyes and remembers the time she had it before. The look she cast when she was pregnant, confused and lost with no one to help her calm the rage and freight in her eyes. When she hit rock bottom.

"It's all my fault Puck," she whispers.

"What is?" He sits next to her and leans closer to hear her faint voice.

"Rachel.. There were so many times I could of told her and now I can't even reach her anymore. I'm stuck in this hospital. I been stuck. What if she doesn't come back?"

He doesn't clearly understand what is going on but calms her by shhing her before she got too emotional and brings waterworks to his eyes seeing the girl broken and without a trace of hope.

"She's bound to come back Quinn. But before you try solving things with her why don't you fix yourself first." He holds her tightly with his muscular arms.

"I don't want you to make the same mistake." She grips his arm and her hold her tighter.

"You know you don't have to go down that path again because you have proven that your much stronger than that."

He takes out a container of soup, from a plastic bag, and opens it. He dips some into a spoon and holds it up to her mouth. "Will you please eat again Quinn." She sips it and begins to cry. It wasn't the food that made her cry but it was the first time she really accepted her situation.

xxx

She awakes from a sudden movement of a chair that is placed near her bed and her head snaps to the direction of sound.

"Sorry where you expecting Rachel?"

She sighs deeply, "What do you want Kurt."

"I came to see you. I'm sorry I didn't visit you earlier Quinn. I felt bad after the accident occurred because the last thing I said to you was you couldn't compare to what Karofsky went through but I was wrong."

She stays silent.

"It doesn't matter what sexuality, race, or situation you are in. I was wrong to judge you."

"What are you trying to say?"

"I wanted to acknowledge that you been through a lot Quinn, everyone has their own set of problems..and when you go back to school it's something your going to have to face again. The bullying, the hardship, the disadvantages. I just want you to know I'm here for you. The glee club is here for you. Rachel is here for you."

"Where is she then Kurt?"

"Shes not doing so well either Quinn. Trust me."

She rolls her eyes. She had given up on waiting for her and if Rachel wasn't going to come she wanted to spend her time in the hospital alone. "Why are you really here?"

"She needs you Quinn. No one can get through to her. Shes been ignoring everyone."

xxx

"Rachel!" Finn yells her name as Rachel walks faster down the hallway.

"Rachel!" He yells again and Finn begins to run after her when she doesn't bother to turn around.

He catches her behind and hugs her. "Where have you been Rachel?"

She is silent and tries to tear out of his arms.

"Can we just talk about the wedding for one second. I know you are still effected by the accident but Quinn is fine."

She continues to resist his hold and Finn's tone becomes bolder.

"Rachel tell me you want this as much as I do."

She sighs, "I need more time to think about it."

"How can I give you time if you won't cooperate with me. Its been a whole week. How much time do you need? Do you know how frustrating this is for me. We could of got married Rachel but we didn't because you ran out on me because Quinn wasn't there! Can you even call her a friend?"

He pauses as the movement of the brunette stops.

"And now your pulling the same shit on me. If you didn't want to get married to me why did you bother saying yes."

"Quinn didn't plan on getting in an accident Finn. I'm the reason why she's there. Don't you get it?."

"I obviously don't Rachel. When Dave tried to commit suicide we moved past that. We decided to get married earlier because life is short. I don't get what is holding you back. You'd think that you'd want to get married even sooner."

"I'm sorry Finn but this will just have to wait." The brunette rips out of his arms and begins to walk away.

Finn just stands there and yells something that had been on the top of his mind. She turns around, unable to react to the words that she never thought he'd say before.