@shootingoldstar
They say that when you experience death that every important moment in life is suppose to flash before your eyes. Every little detail that had you crying, laughing, loving and living comes in waves in one huge explosion before the next step. Quinn didn’t see anything, she had no life altering epiphany, nor did she see her happiest moments. It was just pain, cold searing pain running through ever inch of her body. Her right side throbbed and ached as if she was being punched over and over, her head felt as if someone had sawed open her skull and stuck a sharp instrument inside and swirled it like a bowl of soup but her left side...it was the pain that was keeping her awake. It wasn’t enough to have her body passing out from the pain but it was enough for her to literally beg for death.
It was her own fault. No matter what the police said, she had been texting and not paying attention. It was irrelevant that the truck driver’s breaks had broken, she shouldn’t have been texting. It was her fault and Quinn was just thankful that the driver of the truck had escaped with only minor injuries. Whiplash and a broken nose. It was nothing compared to hers but she was thankful that was all he had suffered from her stupidity.
Why was there so much pain? Yes, a car smashed into hers directly. The impact had her slamming her face back into the drivers window, her seatbelt had dislocated her shoulder and her hips...oh god, her hips suffered the most damage. The doctors explained to her mother that because of her seatbelt and the force, it had pretty much tore her hip out of place and snapped the muscles beneath like cutting pasta with a dinner knife. She was lucky, so lucky her spine hadn’t been too badly damaged, but why didn’t she feel lucky?
The paramedics had to call the fire service to cut Quinn’s car open so they could free her limp, dangling body out of the upside down car and twice they resuscitated her dying heart. Blood loss. So much blood. The doctors rushing and explaining the severity of the injuries as one doctor kept Quinn’s lungs filled with oxygen and the others pushed her through a busy hospital. Rachel’s bridesmaid dress was completely destroyed as they had to cut it from her mangled body. Another thing she was more concerned about.
All of her concerns fell to others. Her mother, the obvious panic she would go under knowing her daughter was unconscious. Her friends, and her. Her big day was ruined because of this and Quinn couldn’t speak or get out of her bed to tell Rachel how sorry she was. It wasn't intentional. Even though the blonde was against the wedding, still was against it. She had put aside her own feelings for the brunette and accepted that she had no chance. “You were singing that song to Finn, right?” The nod, the hug, Quinn had accepted her love wasn’t matched. Her chance had been stopped and her slow steps into being a friend had started but now...Rachel would never forgive her.Â
