Third Grade II
Third Grade II
Author: Twi-RangerWords: 2,021Chapters: (8/40)Disclaimer: I don't own anything.Author's Notes: Not enough Quinn in Naked. Vote on Marley being in the story. Vote on my profile! Please! Oh my gosh, Quinntana went all the way! Sad that Dianna didn't have a bigger part in We've Got Tonight. Sorry it took a while. I got injured on Valentines day, and it was my arm. It hurt.
Uploaded: March 09, 2013
When someone in the group is hurt, everyone would come together. They are a family and they stick together no matter what. They support each other and they drop everything to help the one in need. All of them, all fifteen, fourteen, thirteen, who ever wasn't hurt, would hang out with the one or ones in need, and they do would everything they can to help them cope.
Rachel, Lucy, Sam, Puck, and the older Berrys were the last ones to arrive at the hospital. They had gotten a call while they were at the fair. The Fabray twins had never been to a fair before, and the older Berrys decided to take them, help them have a childhood. Once LeRoy told them of the phone call he had received, the four kids begged to go to the hospital. When they entered, they saw all their friends and at least one of their parents, all but one.
Artie Abrams was in an accident, a car accident to be exact. He was with his parents, going home after a fun day at the park when a drunk driver crashed into them. Artie and his mother were still in surgery, while his father came out with scratches and bruises, nothing too seriously. While Artie and his mother were in the emergency room, his father had called all of Artie's friends' parents because he knew his son would need them. He knew it was bad, he had a gut feeling that this incident was going to be life changing.
"Thank you for coming," Mr. Abrams told the two Berry men. He smiled at the four small children, who looked anxious. He pointed to the other few children who were waiting and the four rushed to them.
"What happened?" Sam asked his friends, looking worried. All of them looked tired and sad. He wanted to know their friend was fine, all of them needed to be reassured.
"Artie was in an accident. We don't know what will happen to him, I hope he's fine," Mercedes said, sitting down next to Kurt. They were holding hands, supporting each other. They were close friends with Artie. There were clicks within the group.
Rachel looked at Lucy, her face showing sadness. One of their own could be fighting for their life and there was nothing the others could do about it. The children just sat there, waiting for something, anything that would let tell them the state Artie was. They were praying and wishing Artie would be okay.
It was late when Mr. Abrams walked to check on the children and found all but one asleep. Tina, Mike, Mercedes, Kurt, and Lauren were on the chairs. Sugar, Rory, Finn, and Matt were on the ground on the right of the chair. On the other side were Santana, Brittany, Sam, and Noah. Brittany's head on Santana's shoulder, and Santana's head on Brittany's head. In front of them, across the room, were Rachel and Lucy. Rachel was lying down on the ground, with her head on Lucy's legs. Lucy was the only one awake.
"You should be asleep," the older man told the small blonde girl. He was touched by all the children. When he was a child, he had never seen any friends like the ones in front of him.
"I can't, I'm worried. Is Artie going to be okay?" she asked, looking at him with big eyes. She had tears in them. He could tell these kids were affected, and they really cared about his son.
"Artie's is a tough boy. He'll be fine. Nothing can hurt him," the older man said, smiling, as he knelt down in front of her.
"And your wife, is Mrs. Abrams going to be okay?" Lucy asked, still staring at him the same.
His tears welled up. That was the first time anyone asked him about his wife. He remembered a year prior, when no one had known anything about the twins, they were trying to get their kids from being friends with them, himself included. It wasn't because he didn't know the children, but because he knew who their father was. Because of their name, and the blood relation with the man.
Now he regretted it. The twins were one of the sweetest kids he had ever met. They were so innocent, so caring, so respectful. Nothing like their father. They had a heart of gold.
"Sh-she's going to be fine," he answered, giving the small blond a smile. She gave him a smile back.
As it got closer to midnight, the parents started taking their children home. LeRoy picked up Sam and woke Puck. Hiram picked up Rachel and smiled at Lucy.
The youngest Fabray stood up and walked to the depressed man. "Are you going to be okay here?" Lucy asked, looking worried.
He gave her a small smile and nodded. She kissed his cheek and walked towards her guardians while her parents were away.
Artie slowly opened his eyes. Everything he saw was white. He heard a beeping noise next to him. He frowned and looked to his right and saw the heart monitor. He tried to sit up and realized he couldn't feel anything from the waist down. He started to panic, why couldn't his legs move? Why couldn't he feel anything? His panicking caused his heart monitor to go crazy.
Nurses rushed towards him. They tried to calm him down, to calm his heart rate.
He started crying for his mother and father. He was scared, and in an unfamiliar place. He didn't know what was going on, or where anyone was.
The nurses tried to reassure him that he was safe, but he didn't believe them. He wasn't safe, he was alone and knew no one. The nurses were strangers, and he had been taught to never talk to stranger.
His father rushed into room and towards his son. He started to reassure his son that everything was okay. After Artie calmed down, he noticed his mother wasn't there and asked for her.
"She's fine. She's asleep in another room. She wanted me to tell you she loves you," he answered, kissing his son's forehead.
"Why can't I feel my legs?" Artie asked, his voice full on confusion and innocence, that it broke his father's heart a little.
"The crash, it hurt your back and you won't be able to feel or move your legs," his father answered, trying to make it sound not as bad.
"Never?" his son asked, his voice sad.
"I don't know Artie," Mr. Abrams responded, "just go to sleep. Your friends will be here tomorrow."
Artie nodded and fell asleep with his father lying on the bed with him.
The next morning, the Berry-Fabray group were the first to arrive, followed by the Pierce-Lopez group, Hudson, Jones, Hummel, Chang, Cohan-Chang, Flanagan, Motta, Rutherford, and Zizes families.
Artie's father had told the children that Artie was awake, but the children could only groups. Mercedes and Kurt were able to go first with their parents. It was only fair. Rory and Sugar were after. Tina and Lauren followed. Finn, Mike, and Matt went after the two girls and their families. Brittany wouldn't go unless Santana went with her, so that was their small group. Lastly were the four children.
*Mercedes and Kurt*
"Hey Artie," Kurt whispered, giving the injured boy a wave. He looked at the boy, and tried to figure out if he was okay.
"Hi," Mercedes said, smiling.
"Hey guys," Artie muttered, looking at his two best friends.
"How are you?" Mercedes asked, sitting down next to him.
"I'm okay. I just can't feel my legs though," Artie told them, giving them a sad look.
"I'm sorry Artie," Kurt sympathized, hugging their friend. They talked a little more, before having to let the next group go.
*Rory and Sugar*
"Artie! Are you okay?" Sugar asked, worried.
"Yes, I'm as okay as I can be," the injured boy said. He smiled at the two newest members.
"Are you sure? Is there anything you need?" Rory asked, with a hint of an Irish accent.
Artie smiled at their caring nature. His friends were so close. He was sure nothing couldn't break them apart.
"All he needs is here. Artie, Sugar is here," she said, making his giggle a little.
"Yeah, all I need is you guys," Artie told them.
"How long are you going to be here?" Rory asked, looking at his curiously.
He shrugged. He didn't really know.
*Tina and Lauren*
"Hey Artie," Tina whispered, hugging her friend.
"Hey Tina, Lauren, how are you guys?"
"We fine. You Abrams?" Lauren asked.
"I'm okay," he said. He didn't interact with Lauren a lot, and he had a small crush on Tina. This was awkward for him.
"Will you be fine?" Tina asked, worried about his state of being.
"I will be," he answered, looking at her.
*Finn, Mike, and Matt*
"You're going to be a transformer now?" Finn asked, when Artie told him he would be using a chair.
"No, but that would be awesome," Mike said, grinning.
Matt nodded in agreement.
"It would. I can now be faster than you," Artie said, giving them a slight smile.
*Brittany and Santana*
"What wrong with you?" Santana asked once she entered the room. Brittany was right behind her, with their mothers behind her.
"Santana!" Maribel Lopez scowled, glaring at her daughter. She couldn't believe her daughter had just said that.
"What?" she asked innocently.
"Are you okay Artie?" Brittany asked, ignoring her best friend.
"Yeah, I'm okay. I just can't move my legs," Artie told them.
"So you're a crippled now?" Santana asked, in shock.
"Santana Maria Lopez!" her mother shouted in shock that her daughter had just said that.
"What did I do?" Santana answered, giving her mother an innocent smile.
Artie smiled. He knew Santana meant nothing about that, and he also knew Santana was not going to treat him different just because he was going to in a chair. He just didn't want to be treated differently.
*Rachel, Puck, Sam, and Lucy*
Artie explained to them his situation.
"Look at the bright side, you get special privileges," Puck said, smirking.
Artie didn't think of that. There was things he could do now that he couldn't before, and vice versa.
"Shut up Noah," Rachel told him, glaring. "You can be so insensitive!" Lucy had been teaching Rachel some new vocabulary.
"Make me midget," Noah said back, sticking out his tongue. They started arguing, bickering.
"No matter what, those two will be fighting," Lucy said, smiling. She was sitting next to him, as they watched the siblings argue.
"I wouldn't have it any other way," Artie said, smiling back. He turned to see Sam pushing different buttons.
It had been a few weeks before Artie was able to go back to school. Their group members were a little miserable. They missed their sixteenth member, and it was killing them, not being there for them.
"He's coming tomorrow," Finn told the group, as they sat in a circle on the playground.
Kurt and Mercedes nodded. "He's still getting used to the chair. For a while, someone will have to help him push it," Mercedes informed them. "I'm going to help."
"I can take a turn," Lucy offered, "he is in my class."
Finn, Brittany, Rory, and Tina offered as well. Lauren was a little reluctant, but agreed to help as well. The others offered to help during the breaks. They made a small schedule, and once everyone knew their part, the bell rang. They all stood up and walked to class.
"You think he'll be okay?" Rachel asked Lucy as they walked to class.
"I'm not sure, but he will be, as long we are there for him. Together, we can overcome anything," Lucy told her, smiling.
Rachel smiled and nodded.
The next few weeks, everyone helped Artie going and returning from places. While they paid extra attentions to Artie, they didn't treat him different. They didn't let the fact that he was in a chair affect them and their friendship.