A/N : I know, I know, I absolutely failed the last chapter. But I hope this one is better.
Disclaimer : I don't own Glee.
After talking for an hour or two with Santana and Brittany, they left my hospital room. Santana gave me a knowing look, and then wiggled her eyebrows at me. Great, she's pretending to be Puck, or something?
Her actions left me holding a confused face until I felt Rachel poke my arm and say "Where did you go, just then? You looked thoughtful."
Rachel's first sentence reminded me of Jason and the conversation we had once. I wonder if he's back yet. Maybe he is back. At least, I hope he is, I kind of miss him.
"I was just thinking... Of things that have happened in the past" I mumbled, not knowing if I was talking about the events before the accident, of the events that happened in that non-living world.
There was one thing that hadn't crossed my mind ever since I came back from that world, though. Should I tell people about what I saw? Should I tell them what I heard them say about me, when they were next to my bed. But, I decided to let the thought wander round a bit more, so I pushed it aside and focused on this beautiful brunette sitting next to my bed.
She was gazing at me, and as soon as I caught her eyes, they instantly locked and we looked into each other's eyes for a few moments.
I wasn't sure of how long, but when one of us decided to look somewhere else, I let out a small but happy sigh.
"Do you need anything to drink? Or any food?" she asked, looking around the room, with her hands clasped together on her knees. She did look adorable, even though it looked like she hadn't slept for a few days.
I shook my head, lightly, "I'm fine" I lied. I was actually really thirsty, and my throat was getting drier with all the talking and pretty long conversations with Santana, Brittany and Rachel, but I didn't want her to leave the room. And since there was no water bottle in my room, if I told her the truth about my thirst, she would have left me for a few moments.
"Your voice is croaky, Quinn. You need to drink." she chuckled.
I rolled my eyes at her, jokingly, of course, but she stayed sat on the chair beside my bed. "If you need anything, you can just tell me. Promise me that you'll tell me" Rachel pleaded.
I just nodded my head in response, earning an eye-roll from the petite brunette. "Promise me, Quinn" she stated.
I huffed and then gave up, "Fine, I promise" I said, crossing my sore arms across my chest.
Rachel looked across and studied the injuries on my arms. She brought her hand near them and swiped her index finger where my skin wasn't damaged, making goosebumps pop up wherever she traced her finger. "Do they hurt?" she asked, gently touching the non-wounded skin.
"Sometimes, when I move too much" I shrugged my shoulders, wincing as I felt my neck ache again.
She just nodded and moved her hands back to her knees again. I instantly missed the skin contact. "I think you should get a nurse to come now. No one apart from me, Santana and Brittany know that you're awake"
I somehow knew that she was right, maybe I should get a nurse to come here, but I really wanted to stay for Rachel a little while longer, even though it had already been a few hours.
The way she looked at me, with convincing eyes, wasn't helping me to refuse. No one could say 'no' to Rachel Berry, not when she has those eyes.
"I guess they should know that I'm finally awake, huh?" I mumbled.
"They should, Quinn." she nodded, "I'll be right back, I'm going to the reception, to get you a nurse." the brunette said, getting off the chair and heading to the door.
"You'll be back, right?" I asked, giving her a small pout.
"That's what I just told you, isn't it?" she said, turning her head to look at me. Her hair flew to the other side of her neck and once again, i wished I had a camera with me to capture that purely beautiful moment.
I nodded in response while I watched her leave the room.
I let my thoughts wander for a while, when the door clicked shut.
Where is Jason right now? Is he with someone else? Is someone new keeping him company? Those were the questions which echoed in my head, as well as some others that I was slightly ashamed of asking myself, Why didn't Rachel just marry Finn when she had the occasion? If she wouldn't have waited for me, the ceremony would have started before the news of my accident arrived, and they would have already exchanged their rings and vows. Why did she accept me to come to her almost-wedding after all the things I told her about getting married at a young age?
"Miss Fabray, we're glad to see that you're finally awake" I heard someone say.
I had obviously been staring into space for a few minutes, since I didn't even hear the door open.
My head shot to the person who was talking to me and I quickly nodded my head, "I'm awake" I said.
"I can see that" the nurse chuckled. "Your friend told me that you've been awake for a few hours now. We'll just run some tests and then you need to eat something, alright?" she said.
I just nodded again and then I thought about my legs, "Doctor... I can't feel my legs" I whispered, my eyes tearing up.
"Quinn..." Rachel said, appearing from behind the lady. She walked over to my bed and looked at me, "The doctors are saying that your legs are paralyzed..." she mumbled, under her breath.
I just looked at her, before glancing at the nurse and saying, "Is that true?"
"Well, your legs have indeed been paralyzed, but we need to run some tests right now. We need x-rays to find they're permanently or momentarily paralyzed. But it according to a few tests we ran when you were unconscious, you may have a good chance of moving your legs again." the nurse explained, writing a few things on her note pad.
I tried to take in what the woman just told me, so I looked at Rachel for a comforting look. But she had her head down, her eyes gazing at the ground.
"Rachel... Is something wrong?" I asked, gathering up my courage to focus on what she was feeling instead of my thoughts on how hard rolling around in a wheelchair would be.
Her head shot up right away, and she gave me a stern look. I had never seen her eyes like this before, it was like she was trying to tell my something with just one look in the eye. "Of course something is wrong !" she suddenly exclaimed, flinging her hands up into the air, being the truly dramatic diva she was, "Your legs are paralyzed, you're in a hospital bed with cuts, bruises and bandages, and all of this is my fault !" she nearly yelled, nor caring that there was a nurse right next to her, watching the scene with wide eyes.
"You need to stop" I stated, with a serious tone. But that didn't seem to work.
"You can't just tell me to stop blaming myself when all of this was clearly my fault ! You're telling me to just let go and that this isn't my fault. Well then, if it's not my fault, who's is it? Do you understand what state you're in, right now? You just woke up from a coma, you're weak, and you can't move your legs, and yet, you're asking me if something is wrong?" Rachel rambled, with altering expressions on her face.
I frowned, and that's when the nurse decided to talk. "Miss, I think that by saying that, you're making your friend here awfully tired. As you clearly pointed out, she just woke up from a coma and needs some rest. I think you should consider calming down, or maybe drinking some water" she said, plaving a hand on the petite brunette's shoulder who was full of rage at that moment.
Rachel's temper soon disappeared and she looked at me, apologetically, "I'm sorry" she mumbled.
I just smiled, trying to comfort her and said, "It's fine, Rachel, don't worry about it"
I was sure she would have said something again after I said 'Don't worry about it' but I raised my eyebrows at her, which seemed to have made her change her mind.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" she surprisingly asked the nurse.
The woman pursed her lips and then said, "Well, I guess you could get a glass of water for Miss Fabray. Unless she already drank something when she woke up?"
"No, she insisted that she wasn't thirsty" Rachel stated.
We both exchanged a playful glare before the nurse talked again, "Well, there is a water dispenser down the hall on the left. I'll bring your friend a meal when I've finished the examining her" she explained.
With that, Rachel nodded and headed out of the room.
The nurse turned to me and then said, "Your friend has a temper" she chuckled.
I giggled with her and said, "She's a diva. And you haven't seen her diva storm outs" I stated, remembering one of those times she performed a full-on diva storm out in glee club.
"That must be funny to witness" she said, "However, I'm here to run some tests, not to talk about your friend" the nurse chuckled. "I'm Gemma, I'll be your nurse during your stay. If you ever need something, there's this button here, right next to your bed-" she explained, motioning to a red button on a square remote control, "-There's also a television if ever you get bored." she said.
Gemma spent a few minutes explaining quite useful things, like the visiting hours, meal hours, and check up hours.
Then, she got on with the tests. At this point, Rachel was already back and I had my first glass of water in a few days. It hurt my throat, really bad, I felt the cold water stinging as it ran down my throat. But the nurse told me to finish all of it, to hydrate myself and to avoid feeling weaker.
The woman asked me to lift the back of my shirt up so she could press my back. I was told to tell her whenever she touched a spot that hurt more than others. Once she was done with my back, she tried something with my legs.
She uncovered my legs and pushed the sheets to the bottom of the bed. Poking my thigh, she asked, "Can you feel anything?"
I shook my head, sadly, and Rachel came to the other side of the bed to place a comforting hand on my arm, "It's going to be alright" she whispered, leaning over and talking into my ear. I shivered when her breath hit my skin. She probably noticed that because she moved back, giggling. I just sat there, a blush creeping upon my cheeks.
"And now, can you feel something?" the nurse asked, squeezing my ankle.
I had to snap out of the thought of Rachel whispering in my ear because I felt like I saw gazing into space once again.
"Uhm, no. No, I can't feel anything" I sighed, shrugging my shoulders. "Will I ever feel something again?"
"I'll take some results to my colleagues and I'll come back here as soon as I hear something new, alright?" she asked.
I nodded in response, "What time is it? There's no clock in this room" I said.
"Right, I forgot about that, the clock broke so I removed it. I'll stop by later on to bring you a new one. And it's 6pm" Gemma said, taking a quick look at her watch. "I'll be leaving you two now. Remember what I said about visiting hours, Quinn. Your friends can stay until 10pm. However, if your mother want's to stay the night, she's more than welcome to keep you company. Just know that you need a lot of rest right now." she explained, grabbing her note pad from the table and then heading to the door.
I needed to know something, before she went, so I called after her, "Wait, Doctor" I said.
She turned around and smiled, "I told you to call me Gemma, Quinn" she chuckled, "Did you want to ask me something?" she asked.
I slowly nodded, wondering if she was allowed to answer my question, you know, with all the confidential stuff. Rachel turned to look at me, seemingly studying my face expressions. "Is someone called Jason Alexander in this hospital?" I asked.
Gemma sighed and walked over to my bed again, "Indeed he is. Do you know him?" she asked, with a suspicious look.
"Just from school, he graduated a year ago" I said. I was lucky that Jason had actually told me this, otherwise I wouldn't have known what to answer to the nurse's question.
She nodded once, and then said, "When you're better, you could visit him, if that's what you're asking"
"Do... Do you know how he is?" I asked.
"He's unconscious right now. He arrived here a few days before you, actually. I'm not allowed to tell you why, though. Information like this is confidential."
I already know.
"Right. Well, I'd like to visit him when I can, then" I told her.
Gemma nodded and then walked to the door, once again, turning around to ask "Anything else?" letting out a quiet chuckle.
I shook my head and then she said, "Well, if you need anything, there's that red button, remember. I'll bring you dinner in one hour."
Then, when I nodded my head, she turned around and walked out of the room.
I nearly forgot that Rachel was next to me. I heard her clear her throat and shuffle her feet on the ground, so I turned to her, smiling.
"Nice to see that smile again" she beamed.
"Well, it's pretty awesome to see you smiling, too" I grinned, "Can I ask you something?" I said, my face expression turning serious.
"Anything"
"Have you slept much?" I asked, hesitantly.
I watched her and her many face expressions, until she sighed and then said, "Not much." she shrugged. "With you being here, and all that. I didn't want to be sleeping when you woke up."
"Rachel..." I started, but she cut me off by shaking her head and holding her hands up.
"Don't worry about it. You're awake now" she said.
"So you'll sleep well tonight?" I questioned.
"I don't know. I'm not sure. I'll be sure to tell you tomorrow." she smiled at me.
Her smile was contagious, as usual, so I found myself smiling back.
"Can I ask you a question?" she said.
I looked up at her again, into those beautiful brown eyes of hers. "Sure" I nodded.
"Who's Jason?" she asked.
Voila voila ! I hoped this was good enough. Sorry again for a bad chapter 8, I hope this one was better.