A:N/ I promise I didn't forget about you guys. I've been crazy busy which has definitely taken away from my writing time. I do, however, have several chapters written. They are not edited so they still need work, but they are written. Okay, well this chapter isn't terribly long. Enjoy!

His phone buzzed in his pocket. With one arm, he reached into his pocket and saw the name flash across his , Finn placed Rachel back in her bed. She shifted slightly, but did not wake up. He pulled the blankets up to her chin and kissed her forehead before skirting out the door.

"Hey, Quinn," he answered.

"It's Santana," the voice on the other side answered. "Quinn's in the other room, but she wanted me to call you. We want to come see her. How is she?"

"She's conscious. But, Santana, I don't think visits are the best idea right now. She's still pretty messed up..."

"I get it," Santana answered. "But, we really do want to see her. Let us know when we can come down. And call us if you need anything of if there's any change, okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah, absolutely. Thank you for calling Santana, it actually means a lot."

"Of course. Bye, Finn." The phone went dead. He turned towards the cafeteria, but was silenced by the sound of Rachel's screams pouring out of her room. He raced back in to the room followed by several nurses. He watched her thrash around in her bed for a moment before jumping into action. Finn ran to her and placed his hands on either side of her face.

"Finn! Finn help me!" she called.

"Rach, baby, wake up now. C'mon sweetie, your okay. Wake up." After a few moments, her cries turned into whimpers and her eyelids fluttered open.

"Finn?" she whispered.

"Shh... It's okay, I'm here."

"Finn..." she breathed. Finn pulled her to his chest, not caring about the nurses and doctors in the room. Rachel held on tight to Finn's shirt and sobbed into his chest. He rubbed her back and rocked her until her tears slowed. She pulled back and looked at him.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"Don't apologize," he said almost sternly. After a few moments, Finn broke the silence.

"Why don't you try and sleep again?"

"No... I don't know..."

"I'll be right here if you need me..." Finn offered. After staring into his eyes for a moment, she nodded and snuggled deeper into his arms. She was out within seconds. This time, he did not set her back down in her bed. He watched her sleep. It made him feel good to see her look so peaceful, even if for a few moments. He kissed her forehead and wrapped a blanket from off the bed around her shoulders. Just then, Rachel's doctor entered the room. He quietly pulled the other chair over so that he was situated across from Finn.

"So, I want her to see a therapist. I'm not a therapist myself, but I think that she has ciraptophobia. Which is essentially the fear of being touched. It is, like most phobias are, treatable. Now I have one therapist I would like to try first. What do you say?" the doctor questioned. Finn thought this over for a moment.

"I think it's a great idea," he whispered, "but I don't want to make a decision for her. I will definitely talk to her about it though." The doctor nodded.

"That sounds fair. While I'm here, do you mind if I just check over her vitals?"

"No, go ahead," Finn agreed. The doctor placed two fingers to the inside of Rachel's wrist. Even though she was deeply under, she still flinched away from his touch. The doctor sighed and quietly continued his assessment. When he was finished, he wrote a few notes, nodded to Finn, and left the room. Rachel was starting to stir in Finn's arms. A few minutes later, her eyelids fluttered open. She shifted and buried her face against his shoulder. Finn laughed and greeted her warmly.

"Hi, love. Do you feel like you can eat something?" She thought about it for a moment, and nodded her head. The nurses had brought in food in hopes that she would wake up, suddenly feeling hungry. The only brought light food, though. He shifted her so that she was sitting up and leaning against him. He handed her a piece of toast. She slowly ate. Finn could tell it took a lot of effort, but he was so grateful. She only ate about half of one piece, but still, it was something. After the nurses took the food out of Rachel's room, she sighed heavily and leaned back against Finn's shoulder.

"The doctor thinks you should see a therapist," he informed her. She looked up at him calmly. She wasn't necessarily against seeing one, but...

"What do you think?" she asked.

"I think it sounds like a food idea. I mean, you don't have to keep seeing the if you don't want to... But I do think it would be good for you. I really think they could help you heal," he responded.

"I guess you're right," she conceded. A look of panic filled her eyes. "But you'll stay with me the entire time right?"

"Of course I will, sweetie," Finn stammered, surprised that she thought he could actually leave her side, even if he wanted to. She nodded and seemed to relax a bit.

"When will a therapist come?" she asked warily.

"I'm not sure. Within the next few days though."

"Didn't waste any time," she mumbled under her breath. Finn chuckled and pressed his lips against her forehead.

"Will you be okay by yourself? For like a minute? I just want to talk to your doctor for a sec..." She smiled and nodded her head. Finn placed her back in her bed, and she watched as the door closed behind him. As soon as he was gone, she felt panic start to rise in her chest, but she suppressed it. Finn found Rachel's doctor within seconds.

"I talked to her, and she thought it was a good idea too. When can this guy come?"

"I contacted him, and the soonest he can come is in three days. Is that alright?" the doctor asked.

"Absolutely," Finn answered before turning and rushing back to Rachel's room. "You okay?" he asked upon entering the room.

"I'm fine," she answered. Finn saw past her brave facade and noticed the deep circles under her eyes.

"Sleep, Rach," he whispered. She was out within a matter of seconds. She looked so peaceful. Finn decided she was deeply under enough for him to catch a few minutes of sleep. He leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes, with his fingers still interlaced with Rachel's.

A:N/ So, kind of a relaxed way to end it. The next chapter should be posted either later tonight or early tomorrow. Reviews=Love!