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Chapter Nine:
Heaven
Finn slowly opened his eyes, ignoring the pain in his head as he did so. He blinked violently as he stared around the plain room, seeing nothing but white. Fire burned through his arm, and he winced.
This can't be heaven; it's too painful.
Finn looked down at his body, noticing the tubes and wires hooked to him, piercing in his skin. Where the hell was he? He realistically can't be alive.
"Finn . . ."
He turned his head to the muster of the sound, his eyes widening with tears as he came face to face with the person calling his name.
"Mom?" He must be dreaming.
She smiled sadly at him, gently stroking his hair. "Yeah baby, it's me."
His lips trembled, and he stared at her, confused. "Mom . . . where am I? Why are you here?"
His head swarmed over the events that just occurred, and his eyes rose with panic, his fingers shaking. "Mom where's Rachel? I need to see Rachel!"
She bit on her bottom lip, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill over. "Honey, Rachel's . . ."
"Don't say it," he interrupted her, shaking his head back and forth. "I know my Rachel, and I know she's strong, please don't say she's dead."
He began to hyperventilate and Carole took his hand in hers, stroking it lightly. "Rachel's been stabbed and bit by a shark honey . . . she isn't doing so well, with also the amount of bruises and cuts on her body caused by Jesse's abuse and – "
"But she's Rachel," he stuttered, choking out the words as water welled up in his eyes. "She's my Rachel, she has to be alive."
Tears dribbled down Carole's cheeks, and she nodded her head solemnly. "Let's just pray she's okay alright? You need to get a check up you should – "
"No!" Finn cried, his hands squeezing his mother's too tightly. "No, let me see Rachel first, I'm not doing anything until I see her."
Carole opened her mouth to speak but he cut her off. "Let. Me. See. Her."
She nodded slowly, grabbing her son's second, grazed hand tightly. "Alright."
After an hour of forced checkups, the doctors placed Finn gently into a wheelchair. Although it hurt like hell, and it felt like his body was on fire, it still wouldn't stop him for seeing his girlfriend.
He knew that Rachel was alive; he knew that she was okay, because she's Rachel fucking Berry, the most beautiful and strongest girl in the world. He knew she survived, if she didn't, he wasn't sure how he would be able to . . .
"You're going to have to be quiet honey," Carole whispered as she wheeled her son towards the door that led to Rachel's hospital room. "She just came out of surgery and she hasn't woken up."
She opened the door to reveal Rachel Berry lying motionless in the hospital bed, her body covered in bruises, cuts, and glaze. He noticed the shark bite on her leg, and he winced as he saw a chunk of flesh ripped from her skin as a result.
He tried not to run out of the room crying at the sight of his broken girlfriend, but she needed him right not, dead or alive, she needed him, and he needed her.
"Mom can you leave us alone?" he stammered, his voice low and weak. Carole pushed his wheelchair beside to the side of the bed where her cut up face lay lazily. He whimpered at the sight, and his mother pressed her lips to his forehead once before walking silently out of the room.
Finn stared at Rachel in the hospital bed, his eyes slowly analyzing her pale face and motionless body. If she ever woke up, he would kiss her so hard that it might even bring her to another deep sleep.
"Rachel," he whispered, gently soothing her scarred cheek.
Rachel didn't move, and Finn tried his hardest not to try to shake her awake. Tears sprung to his eyes, and he laid his head down on the hospital bed, wanting nothing but for her to finally open her beautiful brown eyes.
Suddenly, a movement vibrated the bed and Finn's head snapped up, glancing at Rachel. Her fingers began to crumple, her neck began to stretch, and her lips gently parted.
Finn waited cautiously, speechless. Finally, Rachel slowly opened her bold eyes and blinked violently, turning to Finn.
Finn said nothing, but just watched her face go complete blank with confusion. He grabbed her grazed hand, squeezing it gently.
He leaned forward in his wheelchair slightly enough to press his lips to her cold and damp forehead. She smiled gently under his kiss and he leaned his forehead against hers.
"Hi," he whispered, his voice low. She lightly rubbed her thumbs along his cheek, wiping away the sudden tears that dribbled from his eyes.
"Hi," she breathed, closing her eyes as he kissed her forehead softly again. "Are we alive?"
He smiled gently at her, nodding his head against hers. "Yeah baby . . . we made it."
She let out a harsh sob, and Finn crept his fingers along her jaw, cupping her face in his hands as she continued to cry.
"I thought f-for sure . . . we were g-g-going to die," she bawled, clutching the back of his hair tightly. "I thought-t I w-wasn't going to . . . s-see you a-a-again."
His hold on her tightened and he gently placed his lips on hers, kissing her softly. "That would never happen baby."
Her sobs grew louder and he tried to get up, to comfort her, but he couldn't move without pain coursing through his veins. "Puck," she cried, shaking her head beside his. "Quinn and Puck are dead, Finn, they're still d-dead."
He nodded slowly, his fingers tracing lightly along the teardrops on her cheeks. "They're still here Rach, never forget that they'll always be here," he whispered, pointing to her heart beating through her chest.
She grabbed his fingers and squeezed them tightly, before pressing them to her lips. "I . . . everything hurts."
"Everything will get better baby, I'll always be here don't you forget that, I'm not leaving your side, never okay? And we're going to get through this, and we're going to recover, and we're going to get better alright? Trust me."
Her eyes narrowed in on his and she pressed her lips against his for the second time that day. "I love you. So much."
He pecked her one more time, cradling her face with his hands. "I love you too."
And because of that, anything is possible.
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