In Coma.

As Quinn walked out of the Gerald's house, her vision blurred from the tears she had fought so hard to hold.

She blinked them away, trying to stay strong, trying to pretend that everything was okay when it clearly wasn’t.

“Ivan is going to be okay,” she told herself, over and over again in her mind. But the worry was more than the reassurance at her insides.

"Quinn! Wait!" Harrison’s voice called out behind her, but she kept walking, her pace quickening.

The last thing she wanted was to stop, to let herself feel the crushing fear that was suffocating her.

But he was faster. She felt his hand gently grab her arm, pulling her to a stop.

“Please,” Harrison said, his voice soft, his grip gentle but firm. “Don’t shut me out.”

Quinn’s chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. She turned to him, unable to hold back anymore.

The tears she had bottled up began to spill, running down her face like a flowing stream. She didn’t even have the strength to wipe them away.

Instead, she coll