The faint beeping slowly grew louder and louder until it was driving me crazy. My eyes wouldn't open, they felt so heavy I could hardly stand it. I just wanted to open my eyes. I could hear everything going on around me but my eyes wouldn't open. I felt too groggy. My body felt like lead or some kind of heavy metal. I could hear something that sounded like air going through a tube.

"How is she doing?" I heard Carole's voice ask. Someone shuffled near me and I heard a woman clear her throat.

"She's stable, but still not responsive. They can't take her off the vent yet either. She's not strong enough." Shelby's voice answered. I heard her voice catch like she was trying not to cry. I wanted to reach out and tell her I was okay. That I wasn't going to leave her, but I couldn't even open my eyes. It was like there was this concrete wall between me and the world. "How is Finn?" Shelby asked.

"He's awake, and stable. He's going to be fine. They say he'll make a full recovery, he's going crazy worrying about her though. He's frustrated that we won't let him see her." Carole answered. Suddenly even the beeping faded away and I slipped back into total blackness. When the beeping came back into focus it started out clearer to begin with. I didn't feel as heavy so I tried to open my eyes again. Nothing happened at first so I tried moving my toes maybe, anything really. I was vaguely aware of the feeling of sheets underneath me, and the fact that Shelby's hand was holding tightly to mine. I tried to squeeze her hand.

"Rachel? Rachel baby. Can you hear me?" She asked, her voice peaking with hope. She had felt my fingers move. I tried my eyes again and they blinked open slowly. The light was harsh and I could hardly stand it. My eyes slipped closed again almost as soon as they opened. "Come on baby girl. Open your eyes for me." Mom pleaded. I tried again and this time my eyes focused on more than the bright white walls. They focused in on mom. She broke out into a wide grin and tears started to slip out of her eyes and down her cheeks. "Oh thank God. Thank God." She exclaimed excitedly and reached up to wipe the water from her cheeks.

"Mom." I said hoarsely. Shelby reached to grab the glass of water from the bedside table and she handed it to me. She held it for me while I sipped the water from a straw. It felt good on my raw throat. She took the cup back from me and sat it back down on the table. She reached up with her now free hand and stroked my hair.

"I'm so glad you're awake." She gushed.

"How long was I asleep?" I asked.

"Two weeks." Mom answered, trying to keep her voice from cracking.

"Two weeks?" I asked. "Mom I'm so sorry." I apologized. Mom frowned.

"Why on Earth are you sorry baby? It's not your fault. I blame that drunk driver that almost killed you. I am just so glad that you are alright." She gushed. I smiled.

"Finn okay?" I asked. Mom smiled and nodded.

"Finn is doing excellent. He was discharged yesterday." Mom answered. I smiled.

"That's awesome. When can I go home?" I asked. Mom frowned.

"It's going to be awhile baby. You sustained a lot of injuries. Your right foot was crushed, you're going to need at least another surgery from the one you already had. You have a lot of internal injuries as well. Most of those are healed now, but you've still got a couple broken ribs that are healing." Mom told me. I sighed and leaned back against my pillows. A single tear slipped down my cheek. "Baby don't cry." Mom pleaded.

"My foot is badly damaged. What if I can't dance again? Broadway would be gone." I choked out. Mom smiled and shook her head. She pushed my hair away from my face.

"I know you Rachel, and I know that you will overcome this, and I know that you will get up on that Broadway stage one day and you will be a star. Therapy is going to suck, but you are a fighter and I know that you will get through this." Mom encouraged. I smiled and took a deep breath in. I took another deep breath and let out a yawn. My eyelids suddenly felt heavy again. "Get some sleep baby. I'll be here when you wake up." She promised and squeezed my hand. I smiled and let my eyes slipped closed.

Next thing I knew my eyes were fluttering open again. I knew it had been several hours though because mom had changed clothes and was sitting in a chair by the foot of my bed and not the head. Instead a bandaged up Finn was sitting where she had been sitting. He broke out into a huge grin when he saw my eyes open.

"Rach! Hey. I'm so sorry for what happened. I'm so glad you're okay." He gushed. I smiled and leaned in to kiss him.

"It's not your fault Finn. I'll be okay." I promised him as our lips connected. He smiled and pulled away.

"As soon as my truck is fixed I will wait on you hand and foot. I promise." Finn told me. I smiled.

"Finn you don't have to do that. It wasn't your fault." I told him. Finn smiled and kissed me gently again.

"I know I don't have to but I want to Rach." Finn promised.

"Let him be a doting fiancé Rach." Shelby joked from her spot in the chair. I rolled my eyes and coughed harshly, it made my side twinge with pain. Finn handed me the water quickly and I sipped it gratefully. I was parched and worn out again already.

"Why am I tired again already?" I complained. Finn frowned.

"Shelby is that normal?" Finn asked concerned. Mom smiled and nodded.

"Sleep is the best way for a body to heal." She assured me. "In fact it's time for Rachel to get some more sleep." Mom told me sternly. Finn nodded and kissed me on the cheek before standing up from his chair.

"I'll be back Rach, I promise. Get some sleep." Finn told me and limped out of my room.

"What all happened to Finn?" I asked mid-yawn. Mom moved over to where Finn had been sitting.

"Finn dislocated his knee so it's going to give him trouble for a little bit and then it'll be fine. He cut up his face pretty bad and broke a couple ribs." Mom told me. I nodded and sighed as my eyes slipped closed.

Hey guys! Sorry there wasn't any music in this episode. It just didn't feel like it fit in well. But don't worry, there will be in the next chapter. I hope you enjoyed. Please review. I'm open to any advice or CONSTRUCTIVE criticism.