A/N: Again, I really want to thank you guys for all the response and alerts that I'm getting. You know what really helps me with writing though? Reviews.
Anyways…no, I really want to know what you guys think and whether or not I need to improve on something.
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They drove toward the hospital in silence. At least silence from Mr. Schue, Quinn couldn't stop herself from crying. Mr. Schue considered turning on the radio, but decided against it. The chances of some song that held sentiment to play swayed his decision. Quinn was glad that Mr. Schue seemed to have the same mindset as her; she didn't think she could take listening to any song for a while, not without thinking about Rachel. And he didn't try to speak to her, if it was anybody else they would attempt some sort of conversation. Mr. Schue had been her teacher long enough to understand Quinn.
Quinn felt her chest clenching. Her heart was aching for Rachel. She had never seen anyone so helpless. She couldn't shake the image of that lifeless body from her head. She could remember how the petite girl had felt in her arms.
She was so cold.
She could feel herself shaking and was clutching onto her legs to hide herself away. She wanted to make herself as small as possible. If she curled herself into her chair, maybe she could just blend in. Maybe she could disappear. Just for a little bit.
Mr. Schue reached over and unclenched one of her hands, holding onto it tightly. The grip he held on her told her not to pull away. Because if she pulled away, he would break down as well.
His warmth was comforting and her sobs slowly became quieter. Her tears were still coming though and her breathing came out in short gasps.
The car stopped and Mr. Schue gave her hand a tight squeeze before letting go and exiting the car.
She quickly followed after him and attached herself to his side, holding onto him for support.
They entered the hospital together. Two sets of eyes immediately locked onto Quinn, with glares.
A couple of men walked up to them and began bombarding her with questions.
Mr. Schue spoke to them for her, in an unusually cool voice that he always managed to have.
She hated it.
She hated the fact that he could be strong when she couldn't.
She let go of him and started to wander around. She found a place to sit that was secluded from everyone else. She sat uncomfortably, spending her time twiddling her fingers and shifting in her seat.
The Berrys were still speaking to Mr. Schue and kept on glancing at her. The taller, black man looked like he was about to faint. While the shorter, white man just looked plain angry.
She didn't recognize anyone else in the room. She wondered what the rest of the glee club was doing. She had seen Puck at the lake, trying to get past a few policemen who were holding him back. But she didn't see any of the other members. She wondered if Puck went back to the party or he was on his way here now or already here. Did the rest of them even know what happened?
She kept on seeing Rachel in her mind. The scene replayed in her head. Over and over. She couldn't remember the prayers that she tried to say to God. The words that were repeated to the air had faded into it.
Was Rachel even alive?
She felt a pang in her chest.
It took everything to not break down again. She held down the lump that grew in her throat, her stomach unsettling. She held one hand over her mouth, the other one clenching at the fabric over her chest.
Rachel's eyes.
She had seen them. She knows that she did. She saw Rachel look at her.
She knows that she did.
She whispered once more into the stale air.
But this time, she didn't believe that anyone was listening.
Okay. So this was short. I actually wrote this chapter differently originally, but I don't know. While typing it, it just came out this way instead. It's originally longer. But I liked ending it there. Sorry. I'll make it up to you guys.
Blame the length on that stupid promo. I JUST HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS.