A/N: Finally, it's been awhile. I know but I've been working non-stop but I finally quit my job and now I'm packing for school but I managed to find some time to write. YAY! Also, wow! The reviews were amazing, they blew me away. So thank you! Muchas gracias. You guys are great, sorry for the delay but here is the second chapter. Please enjoy...and review.
Puck's hands are gripped tightly around the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. His eyes are focused on the wet road but he glances over at Rachel every couple seconds. Her body is pressed tightly up against the side of the door and she is still shaking, slightly. The color is returning to her face but she is still pale, her arms are wrapped protectively around her torso. Her brown eyes are staring at the dashboard, glazed and distance. He's never seen her this quiet before, it worries him and he doesn't like it.
"You doing okay?" He questions, she turns to look at him and the anger swells inside of his chest at the sight of the dried blood on her face. His eyes turn back to the road, the image becoming too much for him.
"I'm cold." She mumbles, resting her head against the window. "And tired."
"Okay, well we're going to be there soon. Don't fall asleep." He orders.
Puck is thankful that for once she listened to him. Her eyes had closed once or twice on the ride over but as they pulled into the parking lot of the hospital they slowly opened.
"Stay here, I'm going to go get somebody." Puck tells her opening his door.
"What?" She questions, "Don't leave me, I can walk."
"Rachel, no just stay here." Puck sighs, Rachel is struggling with her seatbelt. He rolls his eyes and opens his door, quickly walking over to the passenger door and opening it.
"Here, take my hand." He extends his left hand to her and she eyes with suspicion momentarily before taking it. He helps her down from the truck and she stumbles into his chest, her legs weak.
"Easy." He says softly.
His eyes notice something on the cover of the seat. A dark, crimson stain. His feels nauseous and he slams the door with intense force, causing Rachel to fidget. He doesn't apologize as they slowly begin walking together toward the entrance of the hospital. They are greeted by a grayed haired woman in her late fifties, with sparkling green eyes that are hidden by her thick black rimmed glasses and a bright smile as she glances up from her paperwork.
"Hello, Noah if your looking for your mother you just missed her. She left about ten minutes ago."
"No, Mrs. James it's my friend, she's uh, she's hurt." The older woman looks up from her paperwork finally noticing the small girl that is leaning against the tall boy.
"Oh my." She gasps, standing up quickly and rushing out from around the desk.
"Noah, what happened?"
"I don't know, I found her on the side of the road like this." He answers and she begins to examine Rachel.
"Lucy!" Mrs. James calls to another younger nurse that is nearby.
"Her name is Rachel, she's uh, she needs girl nurses." Puck tells her and Mrs. James turns to look at him. She looks into his eyes, then nods in understanding.
"Lucy, take Rachel to curtain four and page Dr. Murray." Mrs. James instructs the younger nurse.
"But Mr. Sayre is on call today, he's right over there - ."
"Yes, I know but page Dr. Murray she's on the third floor." The young nurse obeys leading Rachel away. Rachel turns her head back at Noah and he can see the fear that has returned in her brown eyes.
"Noah."
"It's gonna be okay. Their going to help you." Rachel still looks lost and confused.
"I'll be here waiting for you." He adds and Rachel finally allows the nurse to lead her away.
"Noah, we're going to call the police and they will want to question you and I will need to contact her family. What is her last name?"
"Rachel Berry."
She gently pats him on the shoulder.
"Would you like me to call your mother?" She asks.
"No, that's okay."
"All right. Go have a seat." She tells him but he's already heading in that direction, suddenly he's very tired.
Noah checks his phones and twists his neck, sighing. His back is becoming stiff from the uncomfortable chair that he has been sitting in for nearly two hours. There are a few other people in the room but no one is talking. The television is stuck on some channel that is talking about politics or current events, something boring like that. He turns to look at the table that is covered with ripped and worn magazines. He's already looked through all the "Sports Illustrated" and now all that is left is "People" and "Entertainment Weekly." God, what he would give for a "Maxim." He can see a man in his mid thirties in pair of dress pants, a button up shirt and a jacket approaching him.
"Are you Noah Puckerman?" He questions.
"Yeah, why?" Puck asks standing up.
"I'm Detective Andrew Dow." He informs him and extends his hand, Puck shakes it.
"Perhaps we can find a quieter place to talk?" Andrew suggests. They walk down to the cafeteria that is on the same floor and find a table in the corner.
"So, Noah would like to tell me what happened?" Andrew questions.
"You can call me Puck, and I wish I could."
"All right Puck, can you tell me what you do know?"
"I had just got done with my first yard of the day, Mrs. Harper likes it done early. It started raining, so I canceled the rest of my appointments for the day. I was on my way home when I saw someone stumbling on the side of the road." Puck began while Andrew took out his pen and started to write.
"I got closer and saw it was her. I noticed that she had no shoes on, I mean Rachel is nuts but that is crazy even for her. So I asked her for a ride and she told me to go away. I knew something was wrong with her when she called me Puck, she never calls me that. So I kept asking her and she started to piss me off so I got out and she flipped out when I touched her. Her face was beaten and all bloody. She just kept telling me to stay away from her, I've never seen her that scared in her life. I finally got her to calm down and got her into my truck and I brought her here. That's all I know."
"Thank you for your cooperation." Andrew tells him putting his pen back into his pocket.
"I can't believe this happened to her, I mean Rachel can be annoying at times but she's really nice and this is fucked up. It pisses me off, this shit doesn't happen in Lima." Andrew stands.
"This stuff happens everywhere, Mr. Puckerman and it happens to nice people." Puck stands as well.
"Here is my card, if you remember anything else give me a call. I will be keeping in touch with you." Puck takes the card and slides it into the back pocket of his jeans. He nods Andrew a goodbye and sits at the table by himself for some time before standing up. He buys a coffee before leaving the cafeteria. While walking back to the waiting room he recognizes a familiar voice, that is loud, full of fear and anger.
"I want to see my daughter now! Tell me where she this instant!"
So what do you think? Good, bad? Who do you think it is? One of the Mr. B's or Shelby? Please review.