Chapter 5

The accident just happened without warning. Ironically, Quinn would have been better off walking home after all. Kurt couldn't help blame himself for persuading the blonde to take a ride home from him.

He sat on the orange plastic chair in the waiting room. The visitors were only allowed to go in a few at a time and her grandparents were in there already.

His dad glanced down at him and gave him a reassuring squeeze of his uninjured shoulder. The other side was badly bruised from where the seatbelt had dug into him. At least his had held him in place, unlike Quinn's. His mind kept going back to the moment of impact and whether he could have done anything different that would have resulted in no one getting injured at all, but each time, he found himself at a loss.

"Kurt!" Rachel ran into the waiting room looking slightly frantic. "She's awake? Tell me she's awake."

"She is, Rachel." He smiled but it didn't quite reach his eyes. Finn stood watching the boy who would soon be his brother by marriage and felt bad for him. The rest of them had gotten drunk, much more so than the two people who ended up hurt that night.

Rachel kissed him but went to sit with Kurt, lifting his uninjured arm and taking his hand.

"Do you think she's going to be alright?" He didn't look at his friend as he spoke.

She squeezed his hand lightly. "I hope so. At least she's conscious. Does she know yet?"

"I don't know," he looked at his dad.

"Judy didn't say," Burt responded. They were on first name terms after the hours they spent together Sunday morning in the ER waiting for the medics to deal with their children's injuries.

Burt wandered towards the sliding glass panel of Quinn's room and glanced in. He tried not to be glad that it wasn't his child, but he failed. Kurt was everything to him and his only connection to his first wife who ironically had been lost in a similar accident to the one his son had been involved in. Wearily, he ran his hand over his shaved head and sighed. He looked at the tiny girl sat on the bed beside her mother's left arm. Quinn raised it and stroked the little girls tufts of curly blonde hair. At least the teenager still had the ability to do that. It hadn't been clear on Sunday morning when the extent of her injuries had finally been revealed, if she would have use of her arms still.

"I'm not sure she knows, son, but she's moving her left arm a little. That's a real good sign I guess."

"She is?" Kurt jumped up and winced as the weight of his right arm fell back into the sling. It wasn't broken, but the bruise and swelling covered most of it, so much so, he couldn't really use his hand or elbow at all yet.

He went to the glass panel and looked inside. When he saw Quinn move her arm again, the emotion burst into his throat and he cried with joy. There had been minutes where he thought she might be dead. Waiting for the paramedics to arrive, her hair had splayed out over his thigh, his arm trapped under the weight of her head and shoulders. He didn't dare move for fear of damaging her further. He had heard the crunch of bones, not knowing if they were his or hers. It made him feel nauseous every time he thought about it.

Judy looked up at the glass and saw Kurt standing there. She spoke to Quinn's grandma and grandpa. The older couple went to Quinn and leaned in to kiss her cheek before coming to the door.

As the door made a soft hiss in opening, her grandpa stepped out first and waved him in. Kurt took a mask from the box mounted on the wall and handed it to his dad to put on for him. Rachel followed closely behind.

"Tag team," Quinn's voice was still a little hoarse. Judy gave her some more ice chips to help.

Rachel spoke first, Kurt was still trying to get a handle on his emotions and what to say.

"Quinn, it's just so good to see you awake. We've all been so worried about you this week." Rachel glanced at the baby. She hadn't seen her before.

The stricken teenager watched Rachel's eyes move from her face to Beth's,

"Say Hi Beth. This is Rachel and Kurt."

Beth looked at them and made a typical baby wave, copying the movement Quinn had made with her left hand; the right was still stuck with IV tubes and had a heavy bandage over it to keep them from being tugged out.

"Hey Beth," Rachel gave her a wave and came closer, tugging Kurt gently with her.

He stumbled numbly forwards.

"Quinn," he began to shake his head, "I don't ….I'm so sorry. I can't even…." he could say any more. He was already distressed.

Quinn's face cracked and she looked like her own tears might spill.

"Are you okay?" she asked him. "I was worried about you when mom told me what happened.

"Don't worry about me," he shook his head again, "not after what happened to you. I'm so sorry." He repeated himself again.

She tried to nod in understanding but had forgotten about her neck again and winced in agony.

Judy glanced at Kurt and realised he didn't know what to ask or say.

"Quinn knows about her injuries," the elder blonde confirmed the information for them.

Kurt looked visibly pained at that.

"Kurt, don't be sad please. I'm glad you're going to be okay. It wasn't our fault what happened."

He nodded but still felt bad. It was going to take a while to not feel bad, he knew for certain.

"Beth is gorgeous, Quinn. She looks just like you." Rachel waved again.

That at least brought a smile to the dry lips of her friend.

"Can we bring you anything?" Rachel was desperate to be useful. Sitting on the sidelines all week waiting for news had been hard for her; she was a proactive person. "Something to read? Magazines or a book maybe? Or what about some music and DVDs?"

Quinn remembered to avoid moving too much when she replied this time.

"That sounds nice, thanks. Maybe lip balm too. How is everyone else at school?"

"Worried," Kurt interrupted. "They're all worried about you."

The teenager moved her left hand out slowly to take Kurt's. He had to flip his upside down to take hers.

"I'll be okay," she gave him a small grin. "Tell everyone I'm going to be okay even though I'm going to be stuck here for a while."

"We sent everyone a text to let them know you had woken up finally." Rachel instantly spread the word. She did think a rota of visitors might be a good idea, but Finn had suggested she waited to see what Quinn said about that.

"I'll try to make sure everyone spreads out their visits so they don't all arrive at the same time," she helpfully suggested.

"Thanks, Rach. That will be nice."

"Quinn?"

"Yeah," she looked at the change in tone.

"Artie. He said I should check with you before visiting. He wants to come and see you but he's worried that you might not be ready to see him yet."

Quinn looked up and tried not to cry about the thought of Artie sitting in front of her. It was going to be like some weird reflection from now on. Was she ready for that? Maybe it would be too much too soon.

"I don't know, Rach. I only just found out today. I'm not sure I'm ready for too many visitors at all." As if on cue, she yawned lazily.

"It's okay. I'll tell him to wait a while. Shall I tell them all to wait a while?"

"Maybe check with mom tomorrow," she yawned again. "She can let you know if I'm up to seeing anyone."

"I think you need some rest sweetheart. Beth needs a change so I'll take her and get something to eat afterwards." Judy scooped up her granddaughter and squeezed her daughter's hand. "I'll send the nurse in to give you some more pain relief." She shooed the other teenagers out.

"Bye guys," she gave them a little wave and they returned it.

"Feel better," Rachel added as they headed out the door.

—

"She's sort of okay," Rachel explained the next day at school. They were all sat in the auditorium in a circle. "She was in pain and a little emotional but she didn't seem too upset considering."

"No shit, Rachel. You think you might be emotional after finding out you probably won't be able to walk again."

"Santana, stop with insults and aggression. I think we all figured out life's too short for that and Rachel is trying to be helpful here." Finn met the Latina's scowl with a look that said she should keep quiet. Fortunately, she took the hint.

"Quinn's mom stopped by the school this morning to see Principal Figgins about arranging school work. I told him that Rachel could coordinate that and make sure it was taken over to the hospital regularly. The school can photocopy class notes from those of you that share classes with Quinn." Will Schuester was keen for the glee kids to keep up with regular practice but also wanted them to visit their friend and keep her in the loop. "Quinn will go to a specialist rehab centre Columbus in two weeks and it's going to be hard on her so we all need to help keep her spirits up."

He looked around at the glum faces, each contemplating what it meant. Artie looked a little ashen and the others kept looking at him. Whether this was because they worried he would be thinking about his own misfortune or because they were thinking about Quinn in the same situation, he wasn't sure.

—

"Mrs Fabray?"

"Hello, Rachel." The older woman knew the voice instantly and didn't need to look at the caller ID.

"I was just wondering if Quinn was up to having some visitors today. Kurt would like to see her and me of course, plus Santana is keen to see her as well."

"Let me check. She's had a lot more tests again today."

Rachel heard mumbling quietly and then Judy's voice returned.

"She's tired but she would like to see you. Maybe just an hour at the most and just the three of you for today."

"Of course. We have some things for her. Does she need anything from her locker?"

"She's asking for her textbooks and the physical therapist asked for running shoes, are they in her locker?"

"I'll check and bring them if they are. Can you ask Quinn for her combination?"

Judy repeated the number back to Rachel then looked at her daughter and gave her hand a quick squeeze of reassurance.

Rachel walked slowly to Quinn's locker and started filling a spare book bag with the texts and folders that the blonde had stored. She also pulled out the kit bag and took out the running shoes at first, but then put them back in and just took the whole bag.

"This is total crap," Santana moved around the open locker door and threw herself back, slamming into the metal doors and causing a loud bang in the hallway.

Rachel glanced at her and gave her a sad smile. "For once, you and I are in total agreement. In fact, I would like you to declare a truce between us for the time being. We might not always agree but I think we can be mature enough to be civil to each other. We are all on Quinn's side after all."

"Whatever. Do you want a ride?" Santana picked up the book bag and slung it over her shoulder.

"Thank you," Rachel nodded. "Perhaps we can call at the Lima Bean and I could get you a latte to go in return."

"Okay," the Latina led the shorter girl out to her car and opened the back, throwing the books in. "How come you don't drive?" Santana knew it wasn't money that prevented it.

"Oh, I don't really need to drive and once I move to New York I will use the subway."

"So how were you planning to get to the hospital today?"

"Er, I would have taken the bus with Kurt if no one else had been going."

"Where's Kurt? I told him to meet us here."

Rachel thought about her friend and his damaged arm and the wrecked car sat in the pound waiting for the Police and insurance to finish their investigations.

"I'm sure he'll be here any minute. His dad is dropping him."

It was another few minutes before Kurt emerged from Burt's pick-up looking paler than either girl had seen him before. He had lost his shiny exterior gloss that seemed to always be present. His Dalton blazer was fitted on one side but draped loosely over his injured arm.

"Do you think he's taking care of himself?" Santana asked quietly.

"I think he's just getting by right now. I suppose its a little difficult with his arm banged up."

The Latina got out and opened the door for him and he flashed a grateful smile. "Rachel is treating us both to lattes on the way."

—

Quinn was both comfortable and yet uncomfortable at the same time. She wasn't in any pain and yet she was desperate to move around. She felt like an animal trapped in a vice somewhere around her midriff.

She couldn't help but keep touching her body around the edges of the plastic brace she wore around her torso. It stretched from the base of her hips up to the top of her chest, just above her breasts. It was made from some sort of plastic and was moulded around her body like a glove. She wondered when they had fitted it to her, it couldn't be the sort of thing that came one-size-fits-all. It encased her body and fastened down the sides with big velcro straps over her ribs. Above the brace her skin felt normal, but somewhere about halfway down, it stopped feeling normal and when she felt below, her skin felt like someone else's, not her own.

Her arms seemed fine, but apparently, she shouldn't take that for granted and try to remove the neck brace. They had screwed her neck back together, or something like that anyway. She wondered if that was what it was actually like in the OR when they operated; some sort of perverted tool shed with drills and hammers to glue you back together.

The door whooshed open and Rachel came in first bringing the things she asked for. There was no sign of infection in any of the wounds, so they only had to wear gowns and not masks now. The plastic of the gown rustled and Quinn tried to turn her head to see Rachel walk in. The gown was probably too long for her, but the brace stopped too much movement and she gave up. She did know it was Rachel thought, because the moment the girl entered she was talking.

"Hi Quinn, how are you today? Your mom said you might be feeling tired after a lot of tests."

Quinn wanted to be honest and say that she was a giant mess and panicking like crazy, but instead she took as deep a breath as she could and sighed.

"I'm okay," she lied. "Just a little weary from being poked and prodded all day."

The teenager was still laid in bed, her upper body slightly raised so she could see. It was six days since the fateful accident and they wanted her out of bed as soon as possible, but without risking her health. She was okay slightly raised for a short while but the blood pressure cuff was a permanent fixture around her arm and they monitored it every 30 minutes when she wasn't lying down.

Rachel continued talking. "I brought everything you asked for and some other things as well, just in case. Would you like me to arrange them so you can reach?" She looked around as Santana finally pulled Kurt in the room, it had taken him a while to get a gown over his arm and the Latina had helped him tie it off.

Quinn tried to turn her head a little to see them, but winced as the pain ran through her neck.

Santana dropped the book bag and gulped. She hadn't quite known what to expect, but it hadn't been this. "Shit, Q."

The blonde gave her a watery smile. "Hi guys. How are you?"

"What the …. what do you mean 'how are we? You're insane. What did they do to you?" Santana looked at the area around the bed and immediately went into full on anger mode.

"I'm okay," the blonde sighed and let her head lean back into the pillows piled up around her.

"You're really not okay," Santana countered. "But if telling yourself that helps you get through this, then I guess I can't argue with that." She was by the bed looking over her friend.

"Yeah, you can't argue with me now I'm a crip," Quinn gave a husky chuckle.

Santana's face melted a little at the words. "Don't you dare make me cry. Not in front of Berry." She glanced around to find her glee club teammate organising books and the other stuff they brought. "She's alphabetising your magazines." The Latina thumbed over her shoulder.

Kurt approached.

"Are you feeling better than yesterday?"

"Yeah," Quinn replied. "At least physically anyway." She bit her lip. "They said I was doing amazingly well considering. I think I'm going to be out of bed tomorrow and maybe out of ICU the following day if I can cope to sit in a wheelchair for a couple of hours."

"That is amazing considering you were unconscious the day before yesterday." Kurt gave her arm a squeeze. It was stretched out with pillows tucked around her body so she didn't move too much.

"This thing on my body is driving me nuts though," she lifted a hand and rapped her knuckles on the plastic around her chest.

Santana took in the state of the room and her friend. Quinn's bed was like something out of a sci-fi movie with buttons and remotes. She had the rails up either side of the bed so there was no possibility of rolling out. The pillows behind her head supported both her head and upper body and more were under her arms and down either side of her ribs. The cast covered the gown, which in turn covered her body. It was made from plastic and had some kind of flowery pattern on it.

"The flowers are going as soon as I get the chance. Mom picked this. What was she thinking?"

They all laughed at the blonde's response. "If they don't give me a new one, I'm going to take a can of spray paint to it."

Lower down, the gown poked out and covered the blonde's legs almost to the knee. There was a small gap and then the white surgical stockings covered her lower legs and feet, as did some weird looking things with tubes stuck out the bottom and were attached to a control box at the foot of the bed. They kept twitching and there was a small hissing every few seconds as they inflated and then went down again.

"What's this for?" Santana asked pointing down to the cuffs on Quinn's lower legs.

"Stop blood clots I think," the skin between her eyebrows puckered as she tried to recall what everything was. "Everything is so gross." It was the first real complaint they had heard from her.

Santana continued to let her eyes roam. She could see the rubber tube running under the gown and at the other end connecting to the oval bag hung on the side of the bed. It didn't take much of an imagination to work out what it was.

"How come you have to pee in a bag? Is it because you can't get up to the bathroom yet?"

Quinn looked upset momentarily and flushed. "I can't pee on my own anymore. I told you everything was gross. Apparently I'll probably have this for a few weeks and then they can teach me how to use one when I need to go instead of being plumbed in permanently."

They all fell quiet for a few moments. Rachel came to the rescue.

"Are they letting you eat again?" She noticed the IV seemed to still be connected but there was a jug of water beside her on the nightstand and some leftover fruit on a dish.

"Yeah, just bland stuff though. I got some soft fruit and yoghurt to try now I can sit up a bit."

"Can we bring you some food then? Hospital food is terrible."

"You don't need to feed me Rachel," Quinn chuckled then regretted it as pain shot through her neck. She moved her hand to her head as if that would help to make it hurt less.

The other three teenagers looked worried briefly but found a nurse on her way in a few moments later.

"Everything okay, sunshine?"

"Yeah, just hurts to laugh."

"You want to lie on your side for a while? It's almost time to turn you anyway."

"Can I get some pain meds first?"

"I'll give you some now and then come back to turn you in ten minutes." She took a dose from her pocket and injected it into the IV. "It should kick in pretty quickly. Might make you feel nauseous though." She placed the puke bowl down by Quinn's right hand and patted it.

"Push the button if you throw up," she smiled and headed towards the door.

"I'm going to stop calling you Nurse Ratched if you keep being nice to me!" Quinn called after her, her voice much stronger than it had been the day before.

"Do you feel okay? Your mom said we shouldn't stay too long." Kurt looked concerned. "We can go if you want?"

"No, don't go. I'm okay, Kurt. I'd just be bored and lying here feeling sorry for myself. Can you get me some water?"

Rachel was on it in an instant and held the glass out towards Quinn's hand. The paler hand reached tentatively for the beaker.

"Don't let go," the blonde sought some assistance. "I might drop it." She tried to pull her arm up towards her mouth, but her neck once again protested and she stopped moving.

Rachel kept her hand on the beaker. "It's okay, let me." Quinn released it and let her friend put the drink to her lips.

Quinn sipped from the cup a few times and then relaxed letting the painkiller to do its work.

The three teenagers around the bed went quiet when the nurse and a nurse's aide came back in.

"Time to turn you, Quinn."

They moved her friends out of the way and lowered the bed. Quinn couldn't really see what was going on for a bit as the lines and tubes running in and out of her were checked and monitored.

Judy arrived in the room with Beth as they prepared to roll her over.

"It's going to hurt a bit, Quinn. Be brave for a few moments. We'll be quick."

A pillow was placed on her chest and they wrapped both arms over it and then pulled her in one move, over and onto her right side, bending her knees and then shifting her back into the centre of the bed. Some more adjustments took place and pillows moved around to keep her from rolling back. Another was placed between her knees, the gown slipped away from Quinn's left hip. Santana didn't miss the large bruise and white dressing over the area. She realised that was probably where they had taken the bone graft from. The red and purple marks were huge.

"Are those from the surgery?" She asked the nurse.

Covering the hip again the nurse shook her head. "Seatbelt." She smoothed the sheet back over Quinn's broken body.

"All done for a couple of hours," she squeezed Quinn's shoulder. "Get some rest, sunshine."

Santana was suddenly aware that there was someone else in the room and gasped. She hadn't met either Mrs Fabray or Beth and now saw the identical eyes of Quinn's daughter looking right at her.

The Latina approached and smiled softly at the child. She had a reputation for being a hard-ass but she loved kids.

"You must be Beth," Santana gave her a wave and received a baby chuckle in response. "She looks just like you, Q." There was no response from her friend. "Q?"

"She's asleep. The meds knock her out for a while." Judy sat Beth down on the floor with a blanket and a mobile to play with. "It's probably going to be an hour before she wakes up."

The three teenagers looked at each other.

"We'll get going." Rachel picked up her bag and drew it over her shoulder. "Is it okay to come back tomorrow?"

"Visiting is two to seven on the weekends so anytime then is fine." Judy went to Quinn and leaned over to give her a kiss on the cheek. Sensing they were now intruding, the teenagers moved to the door giving Beth a wave on the way out.

"Mrs Fabray, I know you don't know us very well, but if we can help out with babysitting or grocery shopping anything like that while Quinn is in the hospital, you will let us know, won't you?"

"Thank you, Rachel. My parents are retired and happy to help, but it would be nice to give them a break sometime. I'll let you know if there's anything you can help with. Mostly Quinn just needs friends right now though."

Rachel nodded. "I'll call tomorrow to see how she is before visiting."

Judy nodded and gave them a small wave as they went out.

—

Quinn looked at her feet as the nurse stripped the blanket and sheet from on top of her. She was sitting at a shallow angle but she could see her lower body.

She concentrated all her efforts on her toes and tried to make them move, the strain on her face was evident.

The nurse looked at Quinn's face and followed her gaze. She wasn't going to tell her it was useless, even though the odds were that the teenager would have no use of her lower body for the foreseeable future. She didn't say anything because it wasn't her place but also because acceptance couldn't be forced on someone, it had to be learned for oneself. It would be a while before the girl accepted what had happened to her.

"Steph?"

"You finally learned my name," the nurse chirped with a grin.

"I've been struggling to remember my own you dope me up so much," Quinn grumbled.

"What were you going to ask me?"

"Oh, yeah. Can I eat something real today?"

"What's not real about fruit and yogurt?"

"It's baby food practically and I'm hungry. I want to feed myself as well."

The nurse looked at her. "Let's try sitting you up properly. If you make it fifteen minutes without puking, you can have some toast. How does that sound?"

"Okay," Quinn relaxed her head back and stopped trying to move her feet. "How long before I can do stuff on my own?"

Steph raised an eyebrow as she folded up the blankets. "They'll have you up today and see how you go. If you get on okay, you'll go into a regular room for about a week or so. Once we know you're okay, we can have you off to the rehab centre in Columbus."

"Columbus? Why do I need to go to Columbus?"

Steph turned back to face Quinn. The kid looked scared.

"The type of injury you have needs specialist rehabilitation. You can do it here, but it would take you forever to learn how to deal with it if you only had a couple of hours a day. They can help you in a fraction of the time. You'll be independent much quicker if you go there. It really is for the best."

Quinn hadn't cried in the last twenty-four hours but she started again as the reality of the situation hit her.

"How long will it take?" she gasped out between trying to breathe.

"I'm not sure, it depends how quickly you learn things, but I would say around two to three months."

"Months?" Quinn lifted her left hand to her face to rub the tears off. It was the first time she had managed that since the crash.

"It will go by quicker than you think," Steph handed her a Kleenex.

"Thanks," the blonde replied.

The aide, Carlos, brought in a wheelchair and set about adjusting it so they could get her out of bed.

Quinn turned her shoulders a little to see it better and grimaced. "That's ugly looking," she complained.

Carlos laughed at her. "Don't worry. They give you a proper one after you can sit for a while, but this one tilts back to keep you from falling out until you get used to it."

She turned her stiff neck back and let the pillows take the weight of her head again.

"Hurry up then, I want a fancy one instead of that contraption."

Carlos grinned at Steph. "I think Ms Fabray is probably ready to get out of ICU right?"

—

They moved her precisely one yard to her left from the bed to the chair and she managed half an hour before she felt dizzy so they moved her back. It was early afternoon before they tried her again, the physical therapist had worked her arms and legs over for an hour first. Quinn noticed he was much less gentle than the previous two days, where she had been in too much pain to get much done.

When Rachel and Santana came to visit that afternoon, Quinn was eating home made apple pie and custard with a huge grin on her face. Her grandma was holding the dish so she could see it and her left arm was moving comfortably enough. The right was still badly bruised and it hurt to try and hold the bowl herself. The neck brace was a pain because it stopped her moving her head comfortably to see anything.

Everyone brightened instantly at the arrival of her visitors.

Rachel brought a bag of snacks for her friend now she was eating normally. They noticed that the IV lines were gone, though the port was still on the back of her right hand. The other equipment seemed to be around but not all switched on.

Quinn paused after swallowing a spoonful. "I get out of here this evening. They're moving me to a regular room."

"That's immense," Santana looked genuinely pleased. "You're a rock star, Q."

The blonde gave her an incredulous look but then turned her attention to her grandma. "I think I'm full."

"You sure, sweetheart?"

Quinn pulled a strange face. "My belly is numb," her brow furrowed. "I don't know for sure."

Her grandma placed a hand on her cheek. "It's fine, sweetie. Do you want a drink?"

"No thanks."

Rachel as always saved the embarrassment by talking her way through everything. "I brought you some more books based on those that were in your locker at school, so I hope you enjoy them and I brought something to munch on in case the food here is terrible." She started organising things again.

"Rach, just leave everything in the bag. They're moving me, remember?"

"Oh of course. Would you like me to make a start on packing everything else away for you then. I like to be useful."

Quinn rolled her eyes and signalled silently to the Latina that she might need to step in.

"Berry, get over here and stop fussing like mother hen." Santana caught her by the elbow and made her put the bag down. "Come give blondie a hug now she's in a more accessible position."

Quinn flashed a grateful smile as Rachel looked nervously at her friend.

"Can I, I mean is it okay to give you a hug now? We won't cause any pain?"

"C'mere," Quinn waved her left hand.

The shorter girl approached and there was a brief moment of uncertainty but then Quinn got her to move to her left side.

"Just don't squeeze my right shoulder too much, it hurts like a bitch still."

Rachel's face fell and she looked like she might cry as her arms extended around the hard shell protecting Quinn's spine.

Santana copied the motion and put her head to Quinn's briefly.

"You look so much better today. You better keep getting well or I'll kick your ass."

Quinn chuckled.

"I feel better. More human anyway."

They released each other.

"They said I have to go to Columbus for rehab. I'm going to be gone a while. Probably two months at least." She sighed slowly, careful not to aggravate her healing neck.

"We'll still visit, though it might have to be at the weekend. I'm not sure a round trip to Columbus on a school night would be feasible." Rachel thought about it.

"How come Kurt's not here?" Quinn wondered how he was doing.

"Finn is going to bring him later. Artie asked about you again yesterday. I didn't get a chance to tell you because you know…"

"Did my sleeping beauty impression? That's what my nurse, Steph calls me," the corner of Quinn's mouth tilted upwards.

Rachel giggled. "He's worried about you. I mean we all are, but I guess he knows what you're going through."

Quinn nodded. "I do want to see him, but I don't want him to feel bad either." She moved her eyes to her hands. "Maybe he could come tomorrow."

"I'll text him now," Santana suggested, taking out her phone.

Quinn gave her a small nod. "Thanks Santana."

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