Quinn's head was pounding when he began to stir. A deep, rhythmic pounding that made his whole head ache and his eyeballs feel like jello in his head.
Groaning, he raised his hand to rub his eyes only to have it caught on something and someone let out a shocked, warbled gasp. It was feminine in nature, and it took Quinn about three seconds before he realised it was his Mom.
"Quinnie?" She rasped. "Are you awake?" Quinn begged his eyes to open so that he could see his Mom. Something told him that he needed to. His eyes were stuck together, tacky, and it took some effort to peel them back but when he did, his Mom's face took a second to become clear.
She was crying, holding onto his hand. Not only that, the hand she was holding onto was covered in tape and other things. Quinn's breath quivered as he noticed the needle in his hand, his body shaking and trembling.
His Mom covered it up with her hand gently, hiding it from his view as she gave him a watery smile.
