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"Who's Jason?" she asked.
I had a hard time thinking of what I could answer. I didn't want to lie to her, but if I told her everything that happened before I woke up, maybe she would think that I have to go to a mental hospital. I don't want her to think I'm completely crazy.
What the hell. I told myself. Who cares what she thinks of me, she's the most understanding person ever.
"If I tell you something, would you promise to not laugh, or think I'm making things up?" I asked, just to be sure.
Rachel gave a quick nod, "Sure." she stated. I was waiting for something more Rachel-Berry-like, something like 'You need to know that I would never make fun of you, bla bla bla...' but her answer was enough for me to go on.
"Well... Just after the accident I..." I started, then coming to a stop when I realized I had no idea how to explain this.
I then felt that I the golden star that Rachel had put in my hand just before I woke up, was right under my hand. I pushed it aside, under the sheets and decided that I would bring that up later. It was an important object to me, because I consider it as the element that brought me back to life. Thanks to Rachel Berry, the girl I'm in love with, I'm now awake.
And I have no idea how to formulate what I'm going to say, so the following words I was going to say to the petite diva, were probably going to be really messed up.
"Was in a weird world. I... Don't know how to explain this. I wasn't in my body, I could see things. Things that I wouldn't see because I was here in this bed, laying unconsciously. That's where I met Jason, who is apparently still there. We were roaming around clouds and heaven-like objects, witnessing scenes. Watching people who came to talk to me in here..."
I didn't know what I was going to say next, so I'm glad that Rachel decided to cut my sentence, "What do you mean you watched people come in here?" she asked, in shock.
"I know that you came... You came here. So dis Sam, Kurt, and Santana, I think" I said, remembering all of those heartbreaking scenes.
Rachel cleared her throat and fiddles with her hands, anxiously. "So you-... You know what I said?" she stuttered.
"You sang Chasing Cars..." I whispered.
She then put her head in her hands, "I tried to." she mumbled, in could barely hear her voice.
I decided to try and lighten this conversation which was getting slightly too emotional right now. "I saw Santana cry" I chuckled, managing a grin when I remembered her threat after her emotional monologue. I wasn't meant to tell anyone about her crying, so if Rachel told her about this, that Latina would go all 'Lima-Heigts' on my ass.
I shook my head with a small laugh, and Rachel lifted her head to look at me. She gave me a lopsided smile which made me confused, "What?" I asked, with a smile.
"You're laughing" she stated.
I immediately flushed and found some flowers very interesting at that precise moment.
I heard Rachel shuffle around on her chair, eyeing my bed sheets.
Maybe this was the right time to tell her about her golden star.
"I have something... That's yours..." I mumbled, fumbling around under the bed sheets. Feeling around for that golden object.
Once I found it, I brought my hands out of the sheets and handed the small object to her. I saw her hesitate to take it so I said, "It's yours, take it"
She brought her hand to mine and gently took the golden star out of my hand. I shivered at her hand barely touching mine.
"Can I tell you something else?" I asked.
Rachel just nodded in response. I prepared my sentence, this time. I took a deep breath and I then said, "It's the last thing I saw, before I woke up"
I have no idea why, but I got quite emotional when I said those last four words. The thought of waking up was truly overwhelming. It meant so many things, 'waking up'.
It could mean 'waking up from reality', as it could also mean 'waking up from a bad dream', which I had just done. I woke up from this parallel world. I didn't even miss the fact that I could walk around freely, and listen to other people's conversations without getting caught. The bitchy version of me would have loved that idea, but I didn't care, I was just relieved to be back in the real world.
There was one thing I missed, though. Actually, one person. Jason. I needed to see him alive. I could consider him as a friend, now, even though the first time we met wasn't a long time ago. We had gotten to know each other in what seemed a few hours, but was actually a few days. I would never forget that.
The petite brunette was staring at me, with her eyes asking me to continue. I nearly lost track of what I was talking about, but because of those brown eyes. Where was I...
"Uhm... Right." I mumbled, realizing that I had just said that aloud. I decided to continue anyway, "It was just before I woke up. I was in this room, and you were here too. Talking to me. You pressed something into my unconscious-self's hand. I didn't know what it was. I couldn't even feel what it was, since in that strange world, I didn't have the ability to touch things, or speak to people. Anyway, I saw this miniature object fall out of my hand, so I reached tdown to touch it. And it worked, I moved it. While I was going to repeat my action, the star, your star began glowing. And that's when I left that world, to come back to the world of the living. That's when I woke up, Rachel. That star is the reason I woke up. You are the reason I woke up." I said, whispering the last parts.
She looked taken aback. And I was worn out. Well, at least my lungs were. I had never said that much in my life barely breathing. I breathed loudly and motioned to the plastic cup of water on the table next to my bed, "Is there something left in there?" I asked Rachel.
She shook her head and took hold of the plastic object, mumbling what I gathered to be 'I'll be right back' before walking out of the room.
Within a few seconds, she was already back in my room with a full glass with she handed to me.
I lifted my weak and stiff hand and thanked her, taking the glass and bringing it to my lips, sipping from it, before placing it back on the table.
We were both still, for a few seconds, surrounded by a comfortable silence. That's when the door opened.
I sighed happily before turning my head to check who it was.
"Dinner time" Gemma said, holding a tray of food in her hands. I hate hospital food. Plus, my throat is sore, I don't think I'm going to be able to eat those things...
The nurse turned the rotatable table that was on the side of my bed, so now it was facing me. She put the tray of food on it, and I winced as the smell reached my nose.
Rachel giggled at my disgusted face expressions, "Oh come on, Quinn, it's not that bad" she said, leaning over to look at the elements on the tray, then pulling a disgusted face herself, "Actually, it is. Good luck with that" she smirked, patting my shoulder as if to encourage me to eat those repulsive... Food,- if you could actually call that 'food'.
Gemma looked at us with an amused face and then said "You should really eat, no matter how bad it is. You're weak."
I nodded, but there was no way that I was going to eat those things. The nod was only to make her go so that I could ask Rachel to drop those aliments in the garbage.
"I'll see you later, Quinn." she said, before leaving the room.
I held a pleading face when I turned to look at Rachel, who seemed as amused as the nurse, "Please get rid of that" I begged, pouting.
She laughed out loud and deserved a playful glare from myself, "Eat up" she stated.
I looked at her, incredulously. "You're not going to make me eat that" I said, pointing at the food.
"Sure I am" she grinned, "So eat up, now, Fabray"
With wide eyes, I said, "Unbelievable", taking hold of the metal fork and poking what seemed like potatoes. "Yuck, I can't eat that !" I exclaimed.
Rachel's contagious laugh rang through the room, which made me smile. "You really thought I was going to let you eat that?" she asked, shaking her head with a chuckle, "Do you want me to go and buy you a sandwich?"
I didn't want to bother her, so I just poked the potatoes again, wondering if they were actually edible.
"Quinn?" I heard her say.
I looked at her and shook my head, giving her a small smile, "I'm not going to bother you, Rachel. I might as well just eat this..." I trailed off.
The petite brunette rolled her eyes and gently took hold of my wrist, with one hand, and took the fork out of my hand with the other. I was going to try and 'fight' but I felt my hand melt at her touch, so reaching out for the fork was probably going to be useless.
"There's a gift shop downstairs, I know they sell sandwiches over there. So don't move, I'm going to get one for you. And no, it's not bothering me. Helping a friend would never bother me, Quinn" she said, before getting up and grabbing her jacket to leave the room.
"Thank you" I managed to say, watching her head to the door.
"Anytime" she said, smiling before she walked out, closing the door behind her.
I thought I was going to be bored while she was gone, so I figured that I should try to rest a little. But the, I realized that it wasn't going to be possible. Soon after Rachel's departure, Sam and Blaine came through the door, with a bunch of flowers in their hands.
I was surprised to see them here, but I was mostly surprised to not see Kurt with Blaine.
"Kurt is planning a 'welcome back' party with Mercedes" Blaine explained, placing the flowers on the table on the other side of the room.
"Ah, that explains everything" I said, with a nod.
"I see Stacy's Mario mushroom helped you" Sam chuckled, motioning to the metal object on the small table next to my bed.
I nodded in agreement, "Sure did" I smiled.
"We just came for a few minutes, we're going to Breadstix with Mercedes and Kurt right after" Sam said.
"So you and Mercedes, huh?" I asked Sam, with raised eyebrows.
"We're friends, Quinn" he stated, taking his guitar out of it's case.
"We have a song for you" Blaine grinned, waiting for the blonde boy to strum his guitar. "We know this song is meant to be performed with a piano, but we couldn't bring one here..." he ended, before starting the song.
(Blaine/Sam)
"These hammers and strings
Been following me around
From a box-filled garage
To the dark punk rock clubs
Of one thousand American towns
And my friend calls me up
She says, "How have you been?"
I say, "Dear I've been well
Yeah the money's come in
But I miss you like hell
I still hear you in this old piano"
She says, "Andy, I know
That we don't talk as much
But I still hear your ghost
In these old punk rock clubs
Come on, write me a song
Give me something to trust
Just promise you won't let it be
Just the keys that you touch."
"Give me something to believe in
A breath from the breathing
So write it down
I don't think that I'll close my eyes
'Cause lately I'm not dreaming
So what's the point in sleeping?
It's just that at night,
I've got nowhere to hide"
So I write you a lullaby
These hammers and strings
Been following me around
Behind passenger vans
Through the snow, dirt, and sands
Of one thousand American towns
And my friend calls me up
With her heart heavy still
She says, "Andy, the doctors
Prescribed me the pills.
But I know I'm not crazy
I just lost my will.
So why am I, why am I
Taking them still?"
"I need something to believe in
A breath from the breathing
So write it down,
I don't think that I'll close my eyes
'Cause lately I'm not dreaming
So what's the point in sleeping?
It's just that at night I've got nowhere to hide"
To the sleepless, this is my reply:
I will write you a lullaby."
They ended on Blaine's voice, performing a wonderful note.
I let a few tears roll down my cheek during the song.
"I hope you know that we're not trying to make you depressed here, Quinn" Blaine chuckled. "The song is about a friend reaching out for help. And we just want you to know, that if ever you need any help, we're all here for you" he added, with a sweet smile.
I could have heard the song like that, but in my head, I could only think about Rachel. Ever since I woke up, she's been the one helping me. And in the end, her voice is my lullaby. She is my lullaby.
"Thanks guys" I whispered, lifting my sore hand to wipe the tears off my cheeks.
Just the, Rachel came back into the room, with a sandwich in her hand. She looked around to see Sam holding his guitar, and Blaine standing next to him. "Hi Sam." she smiled, "Blaine." she nodded to the boy.
I remembered the last conversation that Rachel and Blaine had on the parking lot and figured that they hadn't finished it, so they kind of left things where they were.
"Hi Rachel" Sam said, ruffling the girls hair playfully.
I laughed at this, because it made Rachel look like she was an adorable little thing, even if she actually was. And it just made Sam look cute, he seemed happier than the other time I saw him.
Blaine, however, just stood there and looked at me, giving me a soft smile before he turned to the other two, "We should get going now, Sam. Don't want to be late for dinner" he said.
The curly haired boy looked at Rachel, and said "Told you" with a shrug and a wide smile. Then he said something, with a quiet voice. I managed to gather a few things, though, "...Can't hate me for being right... pushing you to believe in her" was all I managed to hear.
"C'mon Sam" Blaine said, grabbing the boy's arm. Sam followed him out of the room. Before they closed the door they both said in unison, "Bye Quinn!" and Sam managed to wave before getting pulled out.
"What did Blaine tell you?" I asked, with raised eyebrows as if I was challenging her. What? She got to know what happened to me before I woke up. Aren't I at least allowed to know what Blaine told her?
"Eat the sandwich first, Quinn" she chuckled, handing the sandwich to me.
While I was eating, I noticed that different expressions crossed her face. What's that about?
Disclaimer : I don't own Jack's Mannequin's song, Hammers and strings (Which you should all go and listen, because it's a wonderful song!)
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