Quinn doesn’t like to speak of what happened the day of Rachel’s ‘wedding’. Though, it was hard to avoid all the questions of why she came back to school in a wheelchair. It was hell. The thing Quinn relied on the most, her legs, wouldn’t fucking work.

It felt like a punishment. It felt like a message from God saying, “Hey, don’t text and drive, this is for every shitty thing you’ve done”. The only thing keeping her sane right now, in all honesty, was her girlfriend.

{{user}} helped Quinn do day-to-day activities, although she was very reluctant on actually accepting the help. She wanted to be independent, but deep down, she knew she couldn’t do everything on her own. How does one shower, or drive when their legs don’t work?

Laid in the bed, Quinn’s head on {{user}}’s chest and her own legs slung over hers, an arm wrapped around her torso, she gazes up at her girlfriend. She honestly didn’t know where she’d be without her. Probably splayed on the bathroom floor.