"She will wake up soon," the doctor said, jarring me from my thoughts. "I can let you see her. I imagine she'll want you there when she wakes."
"I-is she going to be okay," I mumbled, standing up.
"Her body sustained quite a bit of trauma and she lost a lot of blood but as of right now it seems that she will make a full recovery."
I didn't need to know more than that and I pushed past him to Rachel's room. It shocked me, how peaceful she looked. A blanket had been pulled up to her chest, covering the bandages, and her face had that calm I'm-about-to-wake-up-and-I'm-in-a-good-mood look on it. I went to her bedside, half-stting next to her and took her hand.
"Q-Quinn," she mumbled, her eyes fluttering open and finding me. "Hey."
"Hey to you too," I smiled stupidely. I leaned forward, planting a lingering kiss on Rachel's forehead. When I leaned back she was smiling slightly at me.
"What, uh, where am I?"
"Rach, you're in the hospital. You, you didn't pick me up at the train station so I took a taxi to your place. When I got there your door was unlocked and y-you were in the b-bathroom c-covered-"
I couldn't finish, a sob racking through my body. Rachel, from her elevated bed, tried to sit up but a look of pain flashed across her face so she brought her hand to my face, turning it to face her.
"In blood? You found me covered in blood?"
"H-how do you-"
"I remember now."
"Then you have to tell me. I- Rachel I was losing it. I've never felt like that, I've never been so scared."
"I'm sorry."
"Rachel?"
"Quinn, please, don't ask. I promise that you will not like the answer."
The lines on her arms, her shaky behavior lately, the straightness of the cuts on her stomach, it suddenly all made sense and it broke my heart. My hands went to my own arms, covered in thin white lines. Sure, it had been so long and they were only scars but they were still there. Next, my hands traveled to Rachel's arms, finding hers fresh and red and soon covered in my tears.
"R-Rachel, I'm so s-sorry."
Tears streaked down her face as she lightly ran one hand over my scars. I leaned down and took her face in my hands, wiping her tears away with my thumns.
"Why are you sorry, Quinn? It's not your fault."
"I-I should've known, I should've realized sooner. I should've helped. Rachel, will you let me help now? P-please?"
"Rachel," came the voices of her roomates as they entered the room. I gave her the this-is-not-over look and left silently, needing sleep but knowing I'd have to settle for caffine.