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Puck watched in horror as Rachel came up with blanks on every single question given to her.
"What state are we in currently?"
"What are your parents' names?"
"Where do you go to school?"
"What color are your eyes?"
"I don't know!" Rachel would wail every time. She eventually started to cry.
"What happened to you?" Dr. Smithson asked this question with hesitation. "Can you remember anything from your accident?"
"No. Can you please tell me what the hell happened to me? Who I am?" Rachel's voice sounded like a scared child's. Puck hated it.
Dr. Smithson let out a sigh as if trying to decide something. "Well Rachel, I was not there, but this boy next to me? He was there. He saved you. Can you try and remember his name please?"
A tear ran down Rachel's face. "I can't," was all she said. Puck flinched.
The doctor looked up at Puck and made a motion with his hand telling him to begin the story. "I guess the first thing you should know is that my name is Noah Puckerman. We have gone to the same school since 6th grade. We haven't always been friends, but…. I…. its different now. We're friends now," Puck said with much hesitation. He looked kind of pained once Rachel thought about it
Puck went on to explain her accident to the best of his abilities, but he didn't want to crush her, so he edited it a little. Leaving out the jabs made by the jocks and Santana throwing her water bottle at the back of Karofsky's head, while screaming something in Spanish about Lima Heights Adjacent and razorblades.
Puck saw Rachel's body fly into the air. His heart seemed to have stopped. The next thing he knew Rachel's body was lying on the ground, blood seeping from her temple.
Santana looked past her but the jock's forms were retreating down the hall. The Cheerio threw her water bottle at the back of Karofsky's head with all the force she could muster.
Puck heard Santana's threats, but was focused on Rachel. Her eyes were closing. Puck knew that couldn't be good.
"Rachel! Rachel don't fucking leave! Stay awake Rachel! Please!" Puck knew he sounded desperate, but he didn't care. What if he was watching her die right now?
He shook that thought from his head and picked her up. "Santana! Chill the fuck out! We have to get her to the hospital!" Puck was running down the hall and out the front doors. He got about halfway to his truck when he realized his keys were in his locker on the second floor. He laid her down in the bed of his truck. He pulled off his letterman jacket and turned it into a makeshift pillow.
"San! I gotta get my keys! Stay here with her," Santana nodded, but Puck didn't see it. He was already running back into the building like his life depended on it. Or Rachel's, which it kinda did.
On the way to his locker he saw Azimo pulling his backpack out of his own locker. Puck walked up behind him and tapped his shoulder. When he turned around, Puck punched him as hard as he could in the jaw. "That's what you deserve, motherfucker. Stay away from Rachel." He spit out venomously.
Puck got his keys from his locker and ran back outside. Santana was curled up next to Rachel and she was using a small towel to wipe blood and slushie off her.
Puck ran up and lifted Rachel from the back and laid her down in the back seat. She looked almost peaceful. Puck thought that was a bad sign considering the crack on her head.
He drove like a maniac to the hospital. Both him and Santana not saying a word.
When they got there Puck got her out of the back and ran in with her in his arms, leaving the keys in the truck for Santana to park.
"Help! She needs help!" Puck looked around frantically. Someone saw him and before he knew it a team of doctors fastened her onto a stretcher and whisked her away.
Puck sat down in a chair and cradled his head in his hands. Santana came in silently and sat beside him. "There isn't anything we can do now Puck. They're contacting her dads right now."
"Where are they?" He whispered. There was no way he was abandoning Rachel here. Abandonment hurt worse that any crack on the head.
"Ummm….." she drawled out, "Singapore."
"I'm not leaving. I doubt they get back here for another month." Puck spat out.
"Well then. Why don't we call Finn or Kurt or Mercedes? I'm sure they'll wait for her." Santana said this as if all their problems were solved. As if she could pass this into someone else's hands. But Puck knew she wasn't being a bitch. It was just that Santana hated getting attached, especially if that person couldn't attach herself back.
Like if that person is dead, Puck thought.
Puck almost growled at the suggestion. "It will be better if I wait."
Of course Puck knew that the Glee club was a family. Mr. Shue always blabs about "being there for each other" and "loving each other" and that shit, but sometimes, it seems like the club really only loves Rachel's talent. Not Rachel.
It would be a cold day in hell the day Puck willingly put Rachel's life in their hands. And then there's Finn. Ya, Rachel has a massive crush on him and stuff, but he's with Quinn now. Finn doesn't understand Rachel's standing in Glee. Puck loves the guy like a brother, but he definitely isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer. He ain't even gonna give Finn the chance to mess this up.
Plus, Rachel needs to know who was really there for her. When she could have been dying.
It seemed like hours later when a nurse came out and told the two teenagers that Rachel was alive, but in a coma. They weren't sure when she was gonna wake up, just that she would.
Puck knew he let out a breath that he had seemed to be holding since Rachel fell down those stairs.
"And that's pretty much what happened. Santana came and visited every day after school and various members of the Glee club came once or twice," Puck concluded.
"And what about you? How many times did you come?" Rachel's voice seemed dazed. It matched the look in her eyes.
"Well babe, I never left."
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