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"I can't believe she did that."

"Neither can I. I feel so guilty about it."

"Don't Tina," Mercedes said softly. "You heard Mr. Shue, we can't hold our self responsible."

"But I saw her, buying the stuff. I even asked why she needed it."

"You tried, remember that. At least you were nice to her." A sigh, footsteps, a chair being pushed around. "I was just mean to her, meaner than usual. Even Kurt said so."

"Don't beat yourself up over it. I don't think she did this over one remark of you. Not with everything else going on that day. She's just very lucky that Kurt and Brittany were there."

A silence followed, with a few sighs. "Do you think she can hear us?" Tina asked.

"I hope so, so she know she has us when she wakes up. That she knows we're sorry."

A door opening. "She's in the room." Brittany said. "Hi Rach. You should talk to her."

"Hi Brit, isn't Santana coming with you?" Mercedes asked.

"She wasn't ready, and Quinn went to Cheerios practice with her."

"They went to practice, not caring about what's going on here." Mercedes sounded angry.

"Don't worry Rach, Mercedes isn't angry at you."

"Ehm, Brit," Tina said shyly, "I don't think you're allowed to sit on the bed."

"I also slept her last night. Besides the bed is big enough, right Rach?" Another silence. "You don't have to say anything back, I know you can hear me."

"Are you kidding me? She is in a coma, A COMA! Off course she isn't going to answer you, and you can't be sure she is hearing you."

"Calm down, you making Brit cry. Why don't we go, we can come back tomorrow. Bye Rachel, Brit."

"I'm sorry Brit." Mercedes said, before sighing and adding. "I'm sorry Rachel, see you tomorrow."

A door carefully being closed. "So Mr. Shue told everyone that you're sleeping this morning. S told me about it. Since I was sleeping here with you. Coach wasn't even mad for missing practice this morning. I guess she can't be mad about me sleeping, when you're sleeping as well."

A silence. "In case you forgot, since you've been forgetting more recently. Finn is coming home tomorrow from the game. I'm sure he is going to visit. He is, …, was, … is your boyfriend. I'm sorry I don't know if you were on or off. You break up to many times."

The door opening again. "Miss, it's time to go. Visiting hours are over."

"But then she's going to be alone. I don't want her to sleep alone."

"I'm sure your friend is going to be fine. Don't you sleep alone?" A friendly voice asked.

"No, San mostly sleeps with me, or else a boy, or else my sis. Sleeping alone isn't fun."

"But I must really insist."

"No." Again the firm voice, telling that Brittany wasn't going to move.

The door closing again.

"I don't like nurses. They always tell you what to do. Just like coach, but I don't like her either. They probably going to call my dad now, but he's really good. He's a laywer." A phone started ringing. "It's my dad," Brittany told Rachel before answering.

"Hi dad."

"But I want to stay."

"I don't care."

"That's mean."

"Fine, I'm coming."

"Sorry Rach, I've to go home. Otherwise my dad is going to ground me and I can't come tomorrow. See you tomorrow." Footsteps retreating and a door slowly opening and being closed.