I don't really like this. Yes, I'm not sure where I'm going with this. I'd absolutely LOVE suggestions on what to do. Obstacles and people to help Rachel out and the like. So yeah, review and leave in what you think would be good.
Disclaimer: if i did own Glee, Finn wouldn't be here.
Puck never did like hospitals, you know. they're full of people who smell of rubbing alcohol and wear all white as though it's not the most disgusting place in town, full of infections and shot wounds and the like. Lima General Hospital sucked most of all. The doctors were all male and seemed to never show up on time. The nurses were all young and snooty except for one, Puck's mom. She seemed to be the only qualified person to be treating people there. And yet, she barely made enough money to keep Puck full(which, he admits, is a hard job in itself) and his sister entertained and happy. She worked hard, she gave life her all and yet she was single, a mother of two rowdy kids, and basically working herself to death. He hated the hospital with all his might and if he could, he would never set foot in it.
But yet again, a certain Broadway-loving, immensely talented midget changed his opinion about it.
A sigh escapes his lips before he can help it and Sam glares tiredly at him. "Puck, come off it. They're doing their best." A snort almost comes out but Puck holds back, smirking. Sam has obviously never been in Lima General.
"You've never been to the hospital here, have you?" Warily, Sam shakes his head no and Puck nods as to say, 'There you go then' and shifts uncomfortably in the plastic waiting room chairs. Mr. Schuester was already gone, saying something about telling her fathers about the incident. Puck had almost snickered at his glee club coach. Like her fathers cared. But the curly-haired Spanish teacher was probably trying to reach them in, what, Rome? Ireland? England? Who the fuck knows where they are.
Well, except for their unconscious daughter.
The magazines on the wooden table in front of him and Sam are from like, 2009 and Puck is tired of reading about Kanye West and that blonde chick again and again. He sighs yet again, more frustration poured in and Sam doesn't say anything, just mumbles under his breath about the stench of hydrogen peroxide. Then, fin-fucking-ally, a doctor with gray streaks in his brown, kind of shaggy hair, walks over, eyes scanning his clipboard.
"Yes, uh, the family of Rachel Berry?" He says and looks up, taking one look at Sam and furrowing his brow. It's pretty obvious that Sam's not related to her(the kid's pale as Casper and blond as Brittany) and so Puck speaks up before the doctor can question about it.
"We're not family," Puck mumbles, not looking at the doctor. It was weirdly embarrassing to admit it. Sam turns pink.
"Oh. Then friends?"
A pause comes over them and then Sam's the one to speak up, staring at the floor in shame. "No. We're... we found her, I guess." Puck closes his eyes, sighing in defeat. They found her. Found her. They should have saved her from all this. The guilt drenched knife plunges down his throat and he swallows thickly, ignoring the stinging behind his eyes. The doctor doesn't speak for a few moments and Puck opens his eyes hesitantly before seeing that the man in the white cotton outfit is gazing at him with strong sympathy.
Sam clears his throat and the middle-aged man looks quickly down at his clipboard, coughing. "Well.. She's fine. Not completely, mind you. There's her broken wrist so that's in a cast. And she's got some bruising along her collarbone and ribs which means she'd need to rest for at least a week. The cast is gonna need five weeks. But other than that, fine."
Yeah, if you exclude the rape. Puck stares at the hallway in which her door is located. Sam gazes at it too. "Oh yes, she should be waking up soon. You can see her. Just try not to upset her. Upsetting her can.. can do some drastic things." Whatever the fuck that meant.
Getting up, he and Sam lock eyes and nod at each other. They both know what they're going to face. Puck knows how much he will want to cry and Sam knows how much guilt he will feel. But they have to be strong for her, for Rachel Berry, the strongest person in Ohio.
Following the doctor down the hallway, they pass by plenty of rooms, rooms with lots of family in it and rooms with no one but the victim. Something that tastes horrible crawls up his throat but then again, he thinks determinedly to himself, they're visiting her. She's not alone.
"Ah, here she is. Room 789." With a nod and a vague 'good luck', they're in the room and shutting the door quietly. Turning to the bed, Puck's stomach lurches in his throat and Sam's whispering a prayer that the other boy is sure came from Quinn.
The doctor said she was fine! He fucking lied, obviously. Her face was contorted into a face that one would make when experiencing a nightmare. The skin across her eyebrow is split but threaded back together with stitches. Most of the skin on her cheekbones is purple and slightly yellow, surely going to turn uglier shades later on. And the slight bruising along her collarbone? Yeah, right. There's nothing slight about it. It was dark purple, an angry violet, creeping up a little along her neck. And her wrist is laying on her stomach, wrapped in a white cast, starting from the middle of her forearm to the middle of her palm. It is also wrapped around her thumb. Puck suddenly remembers that this is her left arm, the arm she writes with. And they were only a month away from Regionals. She was hellbent on writing a song for them to perform. But how would she do that now, with her wrist broken? She would be upset, heartbroken even, to see that some of the simplest things in life to do, she could not.
She is anything but fine and it's evident. Sam stares at her, horror reflected on his face. Puck turns away, hands itching to grab the boys responsible and stop their breathing for a few moments and make them look at her right now. He wants them to see the destruction they had caused.
Sam chokes on a sob and Puck snaps out of his thoughts, shoving the bleached-haired boy in anger. "Shut the hell up, Trout Mouth. What if she wakes up and hears you whining like a bitch?" Sam glares back, eyes shining.
"What's with the mouth jokes, man? It's not even relevant anymore. It's not even that big!" Sam practically shouts. Puck glares harder. He really doesn't have the patience for this shit. Not right now anyway.
"Okay, fine! No more mouth jokes. God, when did you become such a little bitch? After Hudson stole your girl out from under you?" Puck hisses, raising an eyebrow in satisfaction when Sam's face screws up in fury.
"He didn't steal her!" Puck snorts. "Don't you fucking snort! He didn't! I broke up with her. She was crying! She still loves me. She just.. She's only with him because.. because.." Puck at first thinks he's trailing off because he doesn't even know why Quinn and Finn are fooling around. But the other boy's eyes widen comically and Puck whips around in a hurry, watching with shock as the tiny girl in the hospital bed sits up and rubs at her eyes with one hand, obviously knowing that her other is rendered useless. She yawns and runs her fingers through her brown hair, not noticing the boys frozen in shock. Opening her eyes, she stares down at her cast, analyzing it with a horror-stricken expression. When she was done with that, she stares at the tiny cuts Puck and Sam failed to notice along her other arm. Then, as though they only just came into the room, she slowly looks at Puck and Sam.
Then she screams. She screams louder than any high note she ever sang in a song. She screams like they were the one who did this to her. She scream so brokenly that Sam starts to sob, loudly, and he runs out of the room, looking green. She's still screaming when Puck tries to walk towards her. "Rachel! Rachel, it's me, Noah!" She falters, tears falling endlessly on her bruised cheeks. She's coiled up on the bed, as far away as she can be from him. It breaks his heart more than he thought it would.
"N-Noah?" It's not Rachel. It can't be. Rachel Berry wouldn't sound so broken. Rachel Berry wouldn't be so scared of him. Rachel Berry was gone, it seems. She locks eyes with him and then he thinks that maybe, just maybe, everything will be fine. Maybe she'll move on eventually and then they'll get together and they'll live happily ever after and those three boys would go to jail for the rest of their lives. However, life just didn't like him very much.
He knows that because right after she calmed down, three male doctors came in and everything just went to shit.