You're In My Veins

Will Leave You In The Morning

I find myself at your door, just like all those times before.

I'm not sure how I got here, all roads they lead me here...

Quinn sat as still as a statue in the waiting room, her eyes focused on a spot on the plain white wall. Tick tock. Tick tock. The clock ticked by, the hands haunting her thoughts, each second stabbing her in the heart at the thought that it could be Puck's last. Nobody was talking. Hannah had cried herself to sleep in Ruth's lap, and Maggie was sat in a chair staring down at her hands. If they talked, it was real. The longer they stayed in their own minds, the longer they could pretend this was all a bad dream.

Puck's car had been slammed into by a truck driven by a drunk driver, and it had flipped over several times before smashing into a ditch and setting on fire. Fire. He was afraid of fire, and Quinn hated herself for not being there with him. She hated herself for a lot of things, especially as this was all her fault. If she hadn't been such a coward, if she had made him stay, if she had talked to him instead of shutting him out, he wouldn't have left and he wouldn't be here now. If he died, his blood was on her hands. She would have murdered the one person that truly loved her and was there for her, no matter what.

She needed to see him, to speak to him, just one more time. One more time to tell him the truth, to apologize, to make him come back to her, to make him see that she needed him. She felt lost without him, like she was operating under a veil of fog. Nothing was real to her. Not now.

"Mr Puckerman is stable for now. We've managed to remove the metal from his leg, and to reset his ribs, but I'm afraid he hasn't come around yet. There may be brain injuries yet that we can't see. Its a matter of waiting now. Waiting to see if he makes it through the night," a doctor sighed, approaching the family with a glum look in his eyes, his lips tight together in a firm line.

Ruth was about to thank him for taking care of her son when Quinn spoke up, her voice cold and harsh.

"That's all you have to say? We have to wait to see if he lives? That's it?" Quinn demanded, staring up at him with hard eyes. Doctors were supposed to help, to make people better. So why wasn't anyone making Puck better?

"Miss Fabray, there's nothing else we can do at this point. Your fiancé is very lucky to be alive, and with him in a coma, its not clear if he'll survive. I assure you, we're doing all we can," the doctor assured her, sighing to see his words did nothing to ease the coldness in the blonde's eyes.

"Thank you, doctor. We appreciate it," Ruth nodded, putting her hand on Quinn's knee to calm her down before she ended up murdering the poor doctor.

"When can I see him?" Quinn asked, raising her eyebrow at the doctor and daring him to tell her she couldn't see him. She would get up and walk right in there if he tried to stop her. She needed to apologize to Puck and make him understand that she was just scared. Scared of everything she felt for him.

"You can go in to speak to him now if you like, but he won't be able to respond," he warned before heading away.

"Go on, Quinn," Maggie urged. "If Noah is going to come around for someone, it'll be for you."

Quinn stared at her for a moment before nodding and getting to her feet, heading down the hall to Puck's room. She hated hospitals. Always had and always would. They reminded her of her daughter, and it was never a good thing for her to dwell on that day. It wouldn't do her any good to be in tears right now. Puck was the important one right now, and she had to make it up to him, had to look after him and make this right. She had to find a way to gain his forgiveness for what she had done. It was her fault. And it was up to her to fix it.