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The blonde haired petite lady that had come out about twenty minutes ago to get Rachel came back out to the waiting room. She was glancing around looking for Will, and after a few seconds she found him and made her way over to him.
Will didn't see the woman until she tapped him on the shoulder gently. His face was buried in his hand and was distracted, thinking about Rachel.
At the woman's touch he shot his head up and jumped out of the seat. "Is everything okay? Is she alright?" He asked worriedly, his facial expression clearly conveying that.
"We don't exactly know." The woman shrugged apologetically. "She won't let us near her. She just keeps flailing around and yelling and crying. I feel really bad for her but we have to do this." The woman tried to explain.
Will sighed slowly and ran his hand across his face yet again. "I know, I know." Will said softly, and then put his hands on his hips. "So what happens now?" He asked confused.
"Well . . ." The lady started slowly, and unsurely, " . . . we were hoping that you could come sit with her, calm her down. She knows you. Maybe she won't feel as . . . well"
Will shook his head from side to side slowly and his eyes flickered with uncertainty. He tried to speak but only short little cut up sounds of words came out. He stuttered a few more times and he clenched his lips together tightly to form a thin, line.
"I don't know" Will said after a moment, he looked at the lady before continuing. "I mean, I'm her teacher, you know? I don't know if she'd want me . . . to be . . . I don't know" Will shook his head from side to side a few more times before burying them in his hands for a spilt second, and then he looked right back at the lady confused and flustered, waiting for a response.
The lady smiled gently, "I know what you mean, Sir, but actually, it was Rachel that asked for you."
Mr. Schue raised his head quizzically, confused, and slightly heart felt. "She did?" He asked softly, almost inaudibly. A whisper.
The nurse simply nodded and awaited Will's answer, she didn't know what she was going to have to do if he wasn't willing to come back to Rachel's room with her. Nothing seemed to be working, the girl was a mess, and she was hysterical. It really broke her heart.
Will closed his eyes and nodded up down a few times quickly. His lips started to form somewhat of a smile, and a single tear slid down his face. Rachel needed him. He had to be there. Put aside the awkwardness, the embarrassment. Help her. Be there. He felt honored that Rachel wanted him to help her through this, but his heart was crumbling with the thoughts of her pain and fear. He had to help her, do something to ease her pain. And if she needed him to stand next to her, he was going to.
He opened his eyes slowly, "Alright," he nodded, "Of course."
The nurse nodded as well, and grabbed Will's arm. "It'll be okay. She will be fine . . . eventually."
Will nodded as he let the woman bring him through the door and down the hallway. They stopped outside Rachel's door and waited for a second before walking in. The woman reached for the door handle and then stopped, paused, and looked directly back at Will.
"You know," she smiled warmly, "None of my teachers even cared enough about students to barely even teach them. You, though. You're different. You didn't have to come here, into her room. You didn't have to bring her here. You didn't even have to console her when she told you. And think about this . . ."
The nurse paused and simply looked at Will for a moment before continuing. Will was touched with the nice things the nurse had said but he was really just worried about Rachel at the moment. He looked at the woman quizzically, pondering her next assertion.
"She didn't have to tell you. But she did. She told you. Out of all the people in this young girl's life she told you. You. You're the one she felt the most comfortable with, the one she knew would help her through this, the one she knew would make everything better. She trusts you so profoundly and obviously knows that you care a great deal for you're students. I know that you must love your students and that they mean more than a lot to you. But think about what you must mean to them. What you mean to this young girl. What you mean to Rachel."