She laid in bed, staring at the sky through the window of her room. Balloons and bouquets of flowers were placed on the table several feet away from her bed. The steady beat of the heart rate monitor echoed throughout the room. It had been a few days since her accident, and she’d only gotten out of surgery the day before. There was an abundance of machines around her, multiple wires that entered and exited her body, most of her visible skin covered in deep purple bruises or small cuts, bandages on her face that covered the larger of her cuts. Her left lung had collapsed, which they managed to repair. There was damage to her left kidney, although the doctors saw no need to take any action at the time. Her left shoulder separated in the accident, but they’d reset it during the surgery; however, her doctor also said she may need revision surgery in the future, but Quinn was going to need physical therapy to recover full motion. She suffered a severe concussion, though her scans showed there was no need to be worry. Despite being kept under close observation, the worst was definitely over.
A few footsteps entered the room, and she figured her mom had returned from picking up a few things from the house. Hazel orbs focused on the incoming visitor, her eyes growing wide. “Rachel.” She shifted in her seat carefully, sitting upright as much as she could. “Hi.” @adfasciculum
