Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce were eager to see Quinn after the accident. After the fire everyone had been concerned for her well being but Santana and Brittany were her best friends, well supposedly.

"Now B, she might," Santana hesitated as she spoke to her blonde best friend, "-she might have burns over her body. If she does, you need to not com- just ignore them okay Britt." Santana had tried to explain sensitivity towards Quinn's situation on the way over, but Brittany didn't seem to understand why the topic of the fire would be sensitive. If anything it was such an exciting day.

"Right okay." The blonde agreed. "I'll act like nothing happened."

Santana sighed. She didn't want Britt to ignore the situation completely but she supposed it was the best she was going to get from her friend so Santana just lead the way to Quinn's hospital room and knocked on the door.

-x-

Puck was still holding Quinn in his arms as she slept hours later. The pain relief seemed to be working really well, although occasionally if his hand brushed the burns on her skin, he could see her face scrunch up in discomfort. Quinn wasn't even protected from the safety of her dreams. All Puck could do for now- and for a while- was to hold her and respect her wishes about fighting with Finn. It was hard though.

Puck heard a knock on the door, and he responded for whoever it was to enter in a soft voice, hoping to not wake the girl in his arms. "Come in." He whispered. Puck then watched as two Cheerios walked into the hospital room, their red outfits looked so bright in contrast to the dull, plain walls. "Hey Santana, Brittany." Puck nodded at the girls as they walked in.

-x-

Santana was the first to walk into Quinn's hospital room, and she sought in the room before allowing Brittany to enter. Once she deemed the situation okay, Britt followed her into the dimly lit room where they found a sleeping Quinn snuggled in Puck's arms. Puck greeted the girls.

"Hey Puck. Is she okay?" Santana asked, a concerned expression pasted over her face. Santana and Brittany linked pinkys as they walked closer to the bed.

Puck nodded. "She'll be okay. She's in a lot of pain at the moment – but that will go, and hopefully the burns will too. If they don't, its nothing surgery won't fix."

"They can't operate." Brittany exclaimed. "There is a baby inside her stomach and they might cut it."

"Brittany." Santana snapped. "They can operate with a baby, they are trained surgeons, they know what they are doing. Besides, it wouldn't be that type of operation would it?" Santana questioned. "More of a skin graft."

Puck nodded, his expression solemn. "Lets hope it doesn't get to that point, for Quinn's sake." Puck looked down at the girl in time to see her begin to stir from her sleep. Her eyes slowly flickered open as she took in her surroundings once again.

"Oh Puck." Quinn whimpered as flashes of the past few days ran through her mind. Pain seared through her body and across her burns. Quinn began to shake softly and Puck gently tightened his embrace on her and kissed the top of her forehead.

"Shhh." Puck comforted as tears began to slide down her face as she moaned softly. Waking up, had brought all her physical problems back to light and she felt miserable. Quinn hadn't even noticed the presence of the two girls stood nearby to her bed.

"Q?" Santana spoke out, she watched as Quinn's eyes looked upwards and she tried to smile softly at the girl, but her sobs were still overtaking her body. "Can I get you anything? Some water maybe?"

Quinn didn't reply, but continued to cry, but Puck nodded his head. "Some water would be fab Santana."

"Come on B." Santana said, and the duo left the hospital room, to fetch some water, and to give Quinn some space to calm down after waking up. Santana knew the last thing that her best friend needed was to be overwhelmed by visitors in what was a painful and confusing time.

-x-

"Deep breaths Q." Puck whispered into her ear. A few minutes had passed and Quinn was still crying, her hands gripping onto Puck's shirt and her breathing ragged. "I need you to breath for me sweetheart, or I'll have to call for a nurse." Quinn shook her head at the thought of a nurse, and tried to listen to Puck coach her through her breathing.

"Come on, breathe in," Puck said, "hold it, annnnnd breathe out." Puck continued the rhythm for several minutes, gently rubbing small circles into her back. "Shhh, come on baby." He held her until she finally stopped hyperventilating, and was breathing in a fairly controlled manner. He gently kissed some of the tears from her cheek and kissed her forehead again.

A few minutes later Brittany and Santana returned with the promised cup of water. "Sorry we took so long," Santana said, "Brittany got distracted." Puck laughed softly as he took the water from Santana and helped Quinn sit up in bed and placed the cup to her lips.

"Come on Q, drink baby." He tilted the cup up, the water sliding toward Quinn's mouth but she shook her head and pulled back from the cup. Water splashed over the edge and some hit Puck's lap.

"Quinn?" Puck questioned. "Please, drink some water. You need to keep hydrated." He held the cup toward her mouth again but she wouldn't accept it. Tears started flowing from her eyes again and Puck took that as a sign that he was pushing her too far. He pulled the cup away and placed it on the side. "Maybe later then." He put his arms around her and held her lie back down on the bed, he stroked her hair out of her face. Quinn tried to smile back up at him, but the pain was overtaking her body again and she couldn't really focus on anything –or anyone for that matter.

"Quinn, why aren't you talking?" Brittany asked, what seemed to be the most simple question. Santana frowned at Brittany.

"Sometimes, people don't feel like talking B. Or they don't feel well enough." Santana explained, hoping to satisfy Brittany's concern. She was shocked when Quinn spoke in return.

"Sorry B." Quinn spoke softly. "I'm just not feeling good."

"Oh okay." Brittany replied, smiling at Quinn. "When I don't feel good, I like to sleep a lot, or watch TV. Do you want to watch TV or sleep?" The girl offered.

Quinn nodded. "Maybe, maybe I'll just have that sleep."