All Chapters of Chasing The Moon: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

QuinnThe beeping of the hospital machines were making his head pound. The beeps, plus the bright lights were definitely going to give him a headache before this was all over. But he wouldn’t leave. It had been two days since the accident. Em was still out. He had been by her side the entire time. She laid there, with tubes and needles and machines hooked up to her. Her body bandaged up from all the breaks and rips and tears. Her face.. bruised and cut. It was all his fault. All over again. Except this time he didn’t know what to do. Last time, with Finley. He knew he had to stand by her side. He had to protect her. And that’s what he had done. But this time… this time it happened again. And he didn’t know if protecting her would be enough. Fuck. She would never forgive him for this. She would hate him. But that was okay with Quinn, he would take it.. because he hated himself even more. His hands, bloodied and bruised too, from where he had just almost killed his brother. O

EmShe felt like she was underwater. There was darkness and … bubbles. She was floating. There was a few bright lights around but they hurt her eyes. So she stayed away from them. Then she heard voices. Was that her mom? Wait. Quinn? She could hear them talking but couldn’t understand what they were saying. She tried to come up out of the water, so she could see them and hear them but every time she got close to the top, she would be too tired to go any further. Then she would slip back down again. This seemed to happen over and over. Once, something was tickling her foot, but she couldn’t even see her foot. And she heard Aspen talking. She had heard Asher too, and the girls. And several voices she didn’t recognize. There was something that kept on beeping. What was going on?? Suddenly she started to remember something. Something bad had happened to her. What was it? Wait… there was a wreck. Had she been in a wreck?? The stress and anxiety pressed down on her and she

Quinn She was looking at him funny. But he wasn’t sure why. He had just literally begged her for forgiveness. He was crying again. For someone who never cried, he was making up for 18 years these past few days. He had been one big blubbering mess. “Forgive you,” she said. “For what??”Quinn looked at her a long time. “What do you mean for what? This. You. I got you into this mess it was all my fault.”She still was looking at him like his head was on backwards. Must be the pain med kicking in.. he thought. “Quinn. Nothing that happened was your fault. You didn’t do this, Huxley did.”“Yeah but if I hadn’t made you come to the fight…. And if I hadn’t chased you in the car he wouldn’t have been driving so fast. Hell. If I would’ve just left you alone in the first place …”“Quinn. You SAVED me.” She took his head in her hand, very gingerly turning it so he would look her in the eyes. “You saved me from your brother, you saved me from River, you even saved me from myself. Yo

EmEm had stayed home from school that week. She was under strict orders to rest.. and then rest some more. The girls had come over every day, and Asher came and stayed with her too. And Quinn, of course, was there so much her mom literally had to push him out the door. Midweek, Carol was moving around some of the flowers and balloons that were taking over the living room…. and a card fell out of one of the bags they’d brought home. “Oh here Em. It’s a card you haven’t opened.” Em looked at the card with her name on the outside. She didn’t know who it could be from… She started reading, immediately realizing it was from Finley. It read:Dear Emerson,I hope you understand why I’m writing this, I don’t know if I could get through the words saying them face to face. I wanted to ask you a favor… even though you don’t owe me one. Please take care of Quinn. Our whole lives he’s taken care of everyone else. He sure took care of me. And I know he will take care of you. But he

EmIt was cold and rainy out that day, Em found herself wishing it would snow. She imagined herself frolicking outside, throwing snowballs and building snowmen. So she had become a crazy person in watching the weather channel constantly. Yeah… she needed to get off the couch. Quinn was right she was a couch potato. Although it was through no fault of her own. She shooed Quinn out of her room as she grabbed some sweat pants to put on. Her leg was still very sore, and she didn’t like anything rubbing her stitches from surgery. She threw on her Uggs, and a long sleeve cropped shirt. Then she grabbed her puffer coat and looked in the mirror. “Oh ma geez” she said. Her hair, a mess .. and her face still very bruised. The stitches coming down her forehead looked the worst though. Why on earth Quinn would want to be seen in public with her… she had no idea. A few months later he had had to be She ended up throwing her hair in a messy bun on top of her head…. Once again revisiting