Through our willingness to help others we can learn to be happy rather than depressed.- Gerald Jampolsky.
"Ray? Can you hear me?" Spencer asked a now unconscious Ray.
With Ray not giving Spencer a response, Spencer began to form a plan. The most logical plan would be to take Ray to the hospital, but Spencer knew nothing about Ray. He highly doubted that Ray was her real name and with no surname, there would be no way for the hospital to find who she was and get her medical history.
Spencer then decided that whether or not the hospital would find Ray's medical history, it was clear that Ray needed medical attention.
Carrying Rae to where Spencer kept his car, he gently laid Ray in the passenger's seat, being mindful of the arm that she was still holding. Spencer then put Ray's backpack into the back and went to the driver's side and began driving to the nearest hospital.
Halfway to the nearest hospital, Spencer noticed that Ray was beginning to regain consciousness again.
She groaned and gently shifted to face Spencer as he drove. Slowly Ray began to open her eyes and take in her surroundings.
"Where are you taking me?" She rasped out.
Spencer took his eyes off the road for a few seconds to look at Ray then back at the road.
"I'm taking you to the nearest hospital," Spencer responded.
Ray tried to sit up quickly but was held down by the seat belt. "There's no need to take me to the hospital. I'm fine."
Spencer pulled up to a red light and stopped the car. Looking at Ray, he raised an eyebrow. "Ray, you became unconscious for about 10 minutes. You're not ok and need medical attention. I'm taking you to the hospital whether you like it or not."
Ray laid back down and nodded. "Please don't take me to St. Mary's," She whispered.
Spencer nodded and began driving towards a different hospital that was about 10 minutes away.
They drove in silence, till Spencer pulled up to the hospital's car park.
"Rachel Collins," Ray said.
"Hmm?" Spencer asked, feeling confused.
"My name is Rachel Collins," Rachel said.
Spencer nodded. "Thanks. Do you want a wheelchair or do you want me to carry you in?"
Rachel began to blush and she looked down at her feet. "I can walk by myself."
Spencer doubted that but nodded. He got Rachel's backpack and went to open Rachel's door.
After Rachel took off her seat belt, she took a deep breath and tried to stand up, but her legs refused to work and fell over face first. If it hadn't been for Spencer standing there in front of her, Rachel would have fallen face-first onto the pavement.
"Carrying you in it is," Spencer said as he picked Rachel up bridal style.
Rachel nodded and blushed, accepting her fate and rested her head on Spencer's chest.
"Spencer, can you not tell them about what you saw at the park," Rachel whispered. "I'm not crazy, I promise. I just don't want them to get involved."
Spencer knew that he should tell the doctor that Rachel was trying to commit suicide, nodded and promised not to tell the doctors.
Once the nurse came and took Rachel's pressure and gave her some sugary water, the nurse told them that they needed to wait for the doctor.
When the doctor came looked over Rachel's charts again before speaking to them. "We found that Rachel was dehydrated, her blood pressure was too high and her blood sugar "Well, I need you to be eating and drinking regularly. Also for the next few days, I would prefer if you could stay with someone, just in case you pass out again. If there is no one that you can stay with, you will need to be kept here for a few days," The doctor continued.
"That won't be a necessary doctor," Spencer said. "She'll be staying at mine."
Rachel's eyes widened in shock, but the doctor chose to ignore it. "We also took the liberty and looked at the arm you've been cradling. Your arm isn't broken but it is sprained so we are going to sling that up for you and then you can leave."
"Thank you, doc," Spencer said.
Rachel nodded and mumbled a quick thanks as the doctor left the room. As soon as the doctor left, Rachel looked over to Spencer.
"Am I really staying over at your house?" Rachel asked.
"Yes, you are. Look, I didn't tell anyone about what happened at the park, but I need to know that you are safe. And as it stands, I don't think you will be safe being left alone tonight. Therefore, you will be staying at mine for a few days," Spencer said looking straight into Rachel's eyes.
They held eye contact for a few seconds when Rachel broke it and looked away.
"But I'm a stranger. You can't take a stranger into your house. What if I hurt you or I'm sort of a killer or something."
"You won't hurt me and you're far from a killer," Spencer said.
Rachel nodded and looked at the floor. "You're a good man Spencer."
The two waited for the nurse to come and give the sling to Rachel and then gave them her discharge papers.
Once they had reached Spencer's house, Spencer helped Rachel up the stairs as the elevator was out of action. Spencer unlocked the door and helped Rachel to the sofa that was in his living room. He then disappeared into his bedroom, giving Rachel time to look around the room.
The room was filled with books and different writing equipment. There was a coffee table that had a chessboard on it. The pieces looked like someone playing a match. Rachel picked up one of the white pieces and moved it.
"Checkmate in 4 moves," Spencer said, returning with a big shirt, pillows and a comforter.
"4? I see at least 7 moves," Rachel looked up from the chessboard.
"Really? Wanna see?"
"Yeah."
Spencer sat down and picked the black piece and moved it. Rachel did the same and huffed.
"How are you seeing 3 moves now? It doesn't make any sense."
Spencer just smiled and moved his piece again. "It's really simple once you get the hang of it."
"Yeah sure," Rachel said while moving her piece again.
"Checkmate," Spencer said as moved his final piece.
"I did not see that. How on earth did you do that?" Rachel said shocked.
"As I said, practice and a bit of math."
"Yeah, math was never really my strong point." Rachel said. "Want to play another game?"
Spencer smiled softly at Rachel. "How about tomorrow. You're still recovering from passing out and need the rest. There's a guest room where I put your backpack and I'm going to put the pillows and comforter in there."
Rachel nodded. "Thank you, Spencer. Really. You didn't have to do all of this."
"It's no problem. Here's a shirt. It's too big for me so it will probably be small on you seeing you're smaller than me," Spencer said while handing the shirt to Rachel. "Do you want some pants to go with that?"
"No thanks, that shirt should be big enough for me."
Spencer nodded. "There's only one bathroom. I left a spare toothbrush there. Come I show you where the rooms are."
Holding his hand out to help Rachel stand up, Spencer led the way to the rooms. Once showing where the kitchen and bathroom were Spencer showed Rachel where the guest room was.
"My bedroom is just opposite your room. Wake me up if you need anything." Spencer said.
Rachel nodded and hugged Spencer.
Spencer stood there for a second not knowing what to do, but then returned Rachel's hug.
"Goodnight Spencer. Thank you." Rachel whispered.
"Goodnight Rachel. See you in the morning." Spencer said as he watched Rachel go into the guest room before returning to his room.