'I'm going to be sick' she moaned.
it was the next day and they were trying to get Rachel into the chair, but sitting up and not being able to feel your butt underneath you made her feel queasy.
'you've got this Rachel just a little bit more until you're in the chair' One of the nurses encouraged.
Rachel was actually sitting up by herself on the edge of the bed, she had a white knuckle grip on the sheets though. There was a nurse behind her and in front of her kneeling down in case she fell. She wanted to scream, wanted to tell them all the fuck off but she caught Artie's eye. He was in the corner giving her an encouraging look, he gave her a nod as if to tell her she had to do this, and she did. 20 minutes later she was in the chair, it was a bulky one with armrests and a seatbelt because Rachel was still so new to this, she was gripping onto the arm rests for dear life so, after about 10 minutes they got her back into bed, Artie cheering her on and clapping, a mega-watt smile on his lips, but this afternoons events had exhausted her and so Artie left once he saw her eyes drooping.
Nearly 3 weeks later Rachel's custom chair had arrived, Artie had been right about it getting easier, she could now wheel herself around and sit up by herself, she no longer sported a flimsy hospital gown, instead she wore her own clothes which was cool.
She had rehab every day, currently she was learning how to transfer from even surfaces to her chair, it was hard and tired her out but she pushed through. It was crucial if she wanted to go home.
Currently, she was sat in her chair, they wanted her to get used to it. According to Artie it was an extremely good model, it no longer had arm rests or a seat belt, her physical therapist explaining that if she tipped over it would be much safer to slip out instead be stuck and dragging the chair down with her.
She had an argument with Finn after he has tried to push her around in her chair, he meant well but he kept doing things for her no matter how many times she told him not to. She hated when people gave her no control over things. Santana had offered to straighten him out but Rachel had shook her head said she had to figure this out.
Eight weeks after the accident Rachel was released home. The house had been transformed, her breath had hitched seeing the ramp that led to the front door. The kitchen was now fully accessible for her, she could even cook if she wanted to. There were now ramps everywhere all over, the berry house was now open planned, no thin hallways or steps. Her bedroom was now downstairs with a fully accessible ensuite, they had tried to make her downstairs room look as identical as they could to her room upstairs. She noticed that there was a new desk that was the same length as her wheelchair, and a standing frame in the corner. It was overwhelming but also very calming, knowing she wouldn't have to worry about getting through a tight corner.