Hurt-l.h {SLOWLY EDITING}

Chapter 38

"Yes?" I confirm.

"You Quinn's family?" He asks me.

"Boyfriend." I correct. Why does this matter? I just want to know if she is okay.

"Quinn is in a coma. She should be fine in a couple days but she had a nasty hit from the van to her organs and then a hit on the windshield, I believe on her head before falling on the road. She is in cridical condition at this stage. She is only aloud to have one visiter in at a time but at this pont I am not sure if she is able to recognise voices or even hear for that matter. I am not sure what she will even remember. We are just going to have to take it as it comes when she wake up." He informs me, I nod to every word he says, but all I want is to go see her. Make sure she is alright and is in my arms through this.

He leaves me alone, I sit down on a seat and place my head in my hands.

Quinn's POV

All I can see is black. Everything black and blank. My head feels heavy and sore. I can't move a single limb. I can't even open my eyes. My hands feel like they had been run over by a truck and are now cuffed and tied down onto something. I feel heavy and drained. I can't feel anything.

Suddenly my eyes fly open and I sit up like nothing has happened. I look at my hands and they have not a scratch on them. I touch my head and it feels perfectly normal, no dent of a scratch, no nothing.

I stand up, walking around a very white room. I turn around and focus on purple and blue flowers by the bed, next to it catches my eye. I look at a limp sleeping form. Her hair spread out on the pillow, black circles under her eyes, her head bandaged, lips swollen. Her arms rest along her body, cuts and brusises everywhere. A cast conceals her whole left leg.

I walk around the body and look at the face before me. It is...me?

I look down at the,standing form me and touch the lamp next to the bed, my hand goes straight through. This can't be happening.

I go straight to the mirror in the corner and see nothing reflecting. Great.

A creak sounds from the opposite side of the room. I turn around just in time to see someone walk towards my sleeping, unconscious form.

"No. No. No. No! Get away from me asshole." I shout at him. I repeat it over and over before realizing that I can't be heard. What the hell is Mason doing here?

"God Quinn. Look what you have gotten yourself into" he says brushing a strand of hair away from my sleeping face. He bends down and touches his lips to my cheek.

I all of a sudden I can actually feel a something brush my skin on my face, the ghost me. I feel his lips against my cheek, then a loud bang sounds through the room. I look to the now open door, where Luke stands rage in his eyes.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Luke yells, voicing the anger to mirror his eyes. "You don't belong here. You don't deserve Quinn. You never did." He continues.

"Like you would know what she deserves and what she doesn't. I saw you and that girl. Your no better than me." Mason stands from his spot. Im just standing here not able to do anything.

"Get the Hell out of here Mason. You can't be here when she wakes up. She need someone here who cares."

"I do care about her."

"Bullshit. You left her for that slut Sam. You cheated on Quinn with Sam without a thought. Within a heartbeat you ditched Quinn. You never cared about her, not like I did and still do. I care about her more than I care about life it self." Luke snaps at Mason. The way Luke said that he still cares about me more than life warms my heart.