Her mind is pounding. Absolutely pounding. Like someone is using a jack-hammer to try and break open skull.
"Rachel? Baby?"
She can barely hear him through the haze that's fogging up her mind. She can't really think straight. She squints her eyes to try and make out his shape, but the lights are too bright and everything is spinning and blurry and, oh God, it's starting to make her queasy.
"Finn? What are you- "
But before she can finish her sentence she feels a sharp pinching pain in the middle of her stomach, causing her to lose her train of thought.
"Whoah, easy there, Rach. You're looking pretty rough."
She feels his weight settle on the bed next to her, a large cool hand touch her forehead and then move slowly to cup her cheek.
"Oh man, you're burning up."
"Finn, I- "
"Just relax. Don't worry, take it easy and I'll take care of everything else. I'll be right back"
She's vaguely aware of him lifting off the bed and quietly exiting her room. She rolls over to try and find a more comfortable position, curling her body into a tight ball. Next thing she's aware of, Finn is lightly nudging her. She tries to open her eyes again, to see a small pill of Tylenol in his hand, a glass of water in the other. He urges her to sit up, and she slowly swallows the pill, leaning her head against his shoulder.
All he does is simply push her sweaty bangs off her face and gently rub her back. She feels disgusting and doesn't know why he isn't repulsed with her right now. Not that she could really find it in herself to analyze it too much at the moment. She feels herself falling asleep, her head drooping, and Finn softly laying her back onto her bed. She slips in and out of sleep, taking notice of only small things, like a cool cloth being pressed to her forehead, Finn's quiet voice in the hallway talking to his mom over the phone asking the best kind of tea for someone who's sick, and the soothing feeling of familiar hands lightly running over her back in a comforting manner.
The next time she's fully conscious, she sits up, seeing Finn sitting silently in the corner of her room (on a bean bag chair he insisted he buy for her room for when they did homework there), reading her Brittany Spears biography, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She loves that he stayed. She hopes he always will. She couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend.