Wow, 10 chapters already, this story is going by so fast. Don't worry, there is still a lot to come with this story, and there are more troubles for the Schuester family. A few things, yes Epilepsy is curable, I have a friend that was diagnosed with epilepsy when she was younger, but it was minor (I am basing Rachel off of this), so all she had to do was take a certain medicine and eventually, she was cured after a good 10 years. It will take a while, but she will not live with it forever, I promise. Next, the babies gender and names will be kept under wraps until the next chapter, so it is just a little wait on that. This chapter is going to focus mainly on Rachel, and her perspective, then it is going to be Will and Shelby trying to prepare their kids for a surgery that is going to hurt, a lot.
I am done talking now, so please, ENJOY! :)
Rachel POV:
Mama and Daddy are scared. When they took me to the hospital, it started to scare me, but I was hurting too much. They laid me down on a moving bed and I don't remember what happened that well. There were a heaping load of nurses and only one doctor, that doctor was talking to me, but all I could think about was Mama and Daddy, but it wouldn't go to my mouth for me to say it. I hear little bits of what the doctor was telling me, that I wouldn't be awake, that I will need a tiny surgery to see if I was healthy or not. I already know that I am not healthy, I don't feel it. I feel lost and confused and tired. The doctor soon put me in this big room, there was a giant light over head, and before I could look anymore, they gave me this funny tasting drink. I don't remember a thing after that drink, until I woke up, in Mama's arms. I slowly adjusted to the light in the room, and I looked around, at my whole family. I am feel loopy, or it might just be from that drink they gave me. It is hard for me to focus on one specific thing, and it is making my head hurt. I voice a little bit for some water, but my voice comes out scratchy and cracked. OH NO! I need my voice in order for me to get on Broadway when I am older. I need water, as soon as possible.
I see someone is holding a plastic water cup, and a straw to my lips, and I slowly drink it all. The water feeling good in my throat. Once I was rehydrated, I look around and notice something. Everyone was sleeping, except for Quinnie.
"Hey, Rachel. How are you feeling?" She asks me, stroking her fingers through my hair.
"Tired, and my head is hurting." I reply, wincing as talking is straining my head even more.
"Well if your head is hurting, you should get resting again. Do what you normally do, and sing a Broadway song in your head. You used to say that it gets your mind off of what you are doing, because you are singing about your feelings. Also, it makes you smile and then go out like a light once the song is done." Quinn says to me, moving extra hair from my face, and she kisses my forehead and turns away and goes onto a chair, and closes her eyes.
Is that Quinn? She isn't usually nice. She doesn't act like Mama, or Daddy- at all. Is she alright? I know for a fact that there is something changing her. I need to get to the bottom of this, but I can wait until I start feeling better. Alright thoughts, now it is time to turn into song. But what song? Oh, I got it.
Have you ever wondered, well I have
About how when I say, say red, for example
There's no way of knowing if red means the same thing in your head
As red means in my head when someone says red
And how if we are traveling at almost the speed of light
And you're holding a light
That light will still travel away from us
At the full speed of light
Which is right in a way, but I'm trying to say
I'm not sure, but I'm wondering inside my head
I'm not just a bit different from some of my friends
These answers that come into my mind unbidden
These stories delivered to me fully written
And when everyone shouts, like they seem to like shouting
The noise in my head is incredibly loud
And I just wish they'd stop
My dad and my mum
And the telly, and stories would stop for just once
I'm sorry, I'm not quite explaining it right
But the noise becomes anger and the anger is light
And this burning inside me would usually fade
But it isn't today
And the heat and the shouting
And my heart is pounding
And my eyes are burning
And suddenly, everything, everything is
Quiet
Like silence but not really silent
Just that still sort of quiet
Like the sound of a page being turned in a book
Or a pause in a walk in the woods
Quiet
Like silence but not really silent
Just that nice kind of quiet
Like the sound when you lie upside down in your bed
Just the sound of your heart in your head
And though the people around me
Their mouths are still moving
The words they are forming
Cannot reach me anymore
And it is Quiet
And I am warm
Like I've sailed
Into the eye of the storm
Wow, Quinn was right. That was calming. I guess I will see the whole family in the morning. Then I feel into a wonderful sleep, which would keep me from knowing what my family is actually going through.
Shelby POV:
What the hell just happened? I was sitting quietly in the Cafeteria of the hospital, a day before the first groups surgery and it all went chaotic and insane.
"Quinn, honey, you will need your strength, please eat." "No, Noah stop it, you are started to scare Tina and Mike" "Quinn eat your food" "Santana, please stop fighting with Kurt" "No Brittany, Lord Tubbington cannot get tested too"
"EVERYBODY, QUEIT!" Will shouted at everybody seeing my frustration.
"Quinn, honey, please tell me why you cannot eat anything?" I ask quietly hoping to get a response out of her.
"I don't feel well at all mom." Quinn quietly whispers, and I notice that there is something else, but I will ask her when we are more alone.
"Alright Quinn, come with me to the bathroom." I say to her, to get her to open up without causing a ruckus through the rest of the family.
Once we were in the bathroom, I found a way to get Quinn open up, and not in the way I wanted. I went in my bag and I found a water bottle, and a travel sized tissue box and leaned against the counter giving her water.
"Quinn, what is going on. I am worried. You are running off, and you are paler, and all of a sudden you claim that you aren't feeling well. Really honey, tell me please." I start begging a little bit.
"Mom, I'm fine, its just everything that is happening with Rachel, and I am worrying about the surgery, that I am started to have second guesses and I don't think I can go through with it." Quinn whispers to me.
"Why don't you think that you can go through with it?" I ask, truly curious and concerned.
"I am in a little trouble." Quinn mumbles, I can hear her, but I don't understand her.
"What do you mean trouble?" I ask her, coaxing information out of her.
"I won't be able to help Rachel." Quinn said to me, quietly and shedding tears.
"And why not?" Now I am getting frustrated, again.
"I'm pregnant." Is all I hear, before I see black.
Wow, Okay. So I love the support for this story, and I am happy where it is going. I sure hope I am not moving too fast for people. Anyways, the song doesn't belong to me it is the song Quiet from Matilda the Musical, you should listen to it, its inspiring. Maybe a little cliff hanger ending as well, but oh well.
Sorry I haven't updated fast, I was on Vacation for the last 2 weeks, first with my friends and then my family. So I was really busy. Hope you enjoyed and don't forget to hit the review button and leave what you think.
Thanks and TATA for NOW! :D