"I...I'm fine."
Quinn replied, startled. For the first time her mother talked with Quinn about something other than herself. Some could say that it was stupid of Quinn being so hopeful of that kind of behaviour. But she didn't care, what really mattered was that her mother at least once aknowledged her. It was like all the pain, all the grief didn't exist, so Quinn couldn't help but smile.
Her mother though, knew exactly what her daughter really felt. Shaking her head, she said: "No, you are not." She sat on the bed then looked at Quinn.
Quinn frowned at that. She was feeling good, wasn't she?! Maybe a little scared, or hopeless, but still fine. Being fine isn't the same as saying you are feeling great anyway. Quinn then watched as her mother caressed her cheeks, looking at her up and
