Title: Bittersweet HarmonyFandom: GleeAuthor's Note: Started out as a prompt given at glee_angst_meme and then I realized this story was going to turn out longer than I wanted. So, it's going to be posted in parts. Here's the first.
Part 1
It had all started with the day in Glee. Rachel had gotten angry about some musical selection that Mr. Schuester had decided. She stomped her foot but didn't say anything. Just sat in her seat. As the rehearsal continued on, Rachel's right hip began to hurt. She ignored it though. Figured it was just a bruise forming from being pushed into the lockers earlier.
They were now ready to practice their choreography for their next number. Rachel had been paired with Puck. He picked up and placed her down as the choreography called for but when Puck placed her down, Rachel's right leg gave way and she fell.
"Rachel, are you okay?" Puck was instantly at her side. Rachel nodded and let him help her up. "I think so," she mumbled as she stood.
"Rachel, do you want to sit down for a few moments?" Mr. Schuester suggested.
Rachel nodded and made her way over to the side of the room. She pulled her skirt away from her hip and saw a bruise starting for form. 'Being pushed into a locker couldn't have made something like this happen this fact.' She shrugged it off though.
A few more days passed and the pain hadn't gone away, the bruise got bigger. Rachel was starting to get worried, so she brought it up to her dads who in turn called her doctor.
So this is where Rachel Berry is sitting now. She's sitting in the waiting room, alone, her fathers wanted to come but Rachel insisted she would be fine on her own, of an orthopedic surgeon by the name of Timothy Damron. Upon explaining her symptoms, he had Rachel undergo an MRI scan. Now she was just waiting for the results.
An hour had passed and Rachel had gotten bored of playing Tetris on her iPod, now silently wishing she had let her fathers come along, or at the very least one of the kids from Glee. More time seemed to pass very slowly before Dr. Damron, followed by two students entered the room.
"Rachel, we have the results of your MRI scan," Dr. Damron began, taking a seat across from Rachel. The young girl didn't respond, just stared at the doctor waiting for the results.
"Are you sure you don't want your fathers here with you?" Dr. Damron asked. Rachel shook her head. "No Dr. Damron, I am fully capable of going to the doctors unaccompanied by an adult, no matter what the visit may be for."
Dr. Damron gave her a soft smile before sighing. He took the x-rays from the MRI and put them up the projector on the wall. "Rachel, come here." He said, motioning for the girl to come closer.
Rachel got up from her seat and walked over next to the tall doctor. The x-rays were of her right leg, more specifically her right femur. In the middle of the slim bone seemed to be a weird shape, looked sort of like a lump. Dr. Damron pointed to it. "Rachel, do you know what that is?"
Rachel shook her head. "It looks like a lump. Why is it on my bone?" She looked to the doctor, confused.
Dr. Damron sighed. "Rachel, we might need to do further tests but from what we can tell that 'lump' is a tumor."
Rachel's breath got caught in her throat and she started shaking slightly. "A tumor, as in cancer?" She looked as if she was about to cry.
Dr. Damron nodded. "A biopsy will help us find out what exactly kind of tumor it is and if it's malignant or not."
Rachel nodded slightly, still trying to take all the information in. "We're going to schedule you for a biopsy for the end of the week. Is that alright?"
Again, Rachel nodded.
"For the time being, you can't put any weight on your right leg because too much pressure can cause the bone to break. So, we're going to put you on crutches."
Rachel nodded and the next few moments seemed to pass in small, slow movements. A nurse came in to bring her to the physical therapy department to get crutches fitted for her. Then being pushed back to the desk to make the appointment for the biopsy.
Her fathers picking her up. Telling her fathers what was going on. Crying on the couch as her fathers held her. And crying herself to sleep. What Rachel was most scared of right now? Telling the Glee club. More importantly, telling Noah Puckerman.