The doctor told Will he could stay as long as he liked and that he could ask a nurse if he needed anything before he turned and walked away leaving Will standing outside door to her room. He was afraid of what he might find but he pushed back on the solid wood door to reveal a darkened room.
The only light came from the monitors keeping track of Emma's vitals and the hallway which had illuminated a path to the bed. Making his way to her side carefully, he flipped on a small lamp so that he could see more clearly. Even with the bruises and the stitches running along her hairline she looked beautiful in his eyes. He didn't think she could ever look less than perfect to him.
He pulled a chair next to her bed and reached out for her hand. One arm was casted and she had bandages covering one shoulder. He guessed there were more but the covers and the gown that seemed to swallow her small frame hid them from view. There were some tubes and wires and he heard the beeping of the heart monitor reassuring him that she was alive.
Tears came to his eyes and he wished he could take her place because she had waited so long to be happy and now here she was with it all on the line. She had lost a man she loved and didn't even know it and she was fighting for both her own life and the life of her unborn child. It was so unfair. He had nothing left and he was sitting here fine. All he had left was her and he didn't even know if she would want him.
He wasn't quite sure if he should speak or if she could even hear him but he had so much to tell her. He was tired but sleep was the farthest thing from his mind. He leant down barely pulling her hand to his lips and kissed the soft skin before beginning his speech. "Emma, it's Will. I don't know if you can hear me but if you can I want you to know I am here and I will never leave you as long as you want me to stay. You have to fight Emma. You have to survive and you have to wake up so that your baby will have its mommy. You have to wake up so I can see your beautiful smile and big brown eyes look at me. Please Emma…please wake up." He choked out without even realizing he had begun to cry.
He was no poet and despite his best effort the words seemed clunky and awkward rolling off his tongue. Time didn't feel real in the dim light of the hospital room but before he knew it he had dozed off sitting in the chair slumped over the bed still holding her hand.
The day nurse woke him when she entered the room for morning rounds. She was surprised to see a visitor so early in the morning and offered to fetch him some coffee or a snack since he appeared so ragged from his poor sleep position. He accepted gratefully and dug for his phone as the nurse left to fetch it for him. He called the school to tell them what had happened and let them know he wouldn't be coming in today. Principal Figgins was less than pleased but understood under the circumstances.
Thankfully it was close to break so Will wouldn't have to ask off too many days if Emma remained in the hospital for a long period of time. The nurse returned with his coffee and Will settled in for a long day. He didn't mind; in fact there was nowhere else he would rather be. He just hoped Emma would pull through, but he kept reminding himself that the doctor had been optimistic about her condition and that gave him hope.
Emma's condition didn't change much but Will was given a treat when some of the glee kids came by to visit after hearing about the accident on the morning announcements. Will was glad for the company and even gladder when Rachel suggested some shifts so that he would have a chance to go home, eat, and shower. "You wouldn't want Ms. Pillsbury waking up to you all dirty and gross. After all, she does have a thing about clean." She had pointed out. As much as he hated to leave her, he knew the glee kids were his best substitutes and they cared about her just like he did so he agreed so long as he had most of the shifts.
Once times had been worked out and things like food drops were arranged, the kids left leaving Will alone with Emma. The silence didn't bother him and he loved just stroking her hand. He knew though that he would have to break the news to Emma that Carl had been killed and he dreaded that moment. That was just one more reason he hoped the baby would be okay. He wasn't sure he could handle telling her she had lost both of them. "Stay strong little one." He whispered to her stomach the second night before he settled in for another sleepover.
Tomorrow was Saturday and Rachel was planning to arrive bright and early to relieve him until lunch when he would come back for the afternoon and night. Mercedes and Kurt were going to deliver dinner to him that evening as well. He was so afraid of missing something but he knew Rachel was right about being clean and he knew it was important to eat. So far though, he hadn't felt much like eating at all because all he could concentrate on was Emma.