AN: Hey everyone! Here is an extra long chapter to make up for my absence, along with that horrible cliffhanger. I do apologize for that.

To those who fear me abandoning this story, don't worry, I wouldn't do such a thing. It's become increasingly harder for me to write, so I have to fit it in when I can. Fear not though, I will never leave this story unfinished.

I am sorry if there are any grammar mistakes, my Beta has been a little busy herself, and I could wait to post.

So, without further ado, please read and let me know what you think.

March 12, 2005

"Miss, you need to calm down."

"Don't tell me to calm down! I just found one of my best friends bleeding out on the floor of his apartment."

"We are doing everything we can to help him."

March 13, 2005 Morning

"His vitals are stabilizing. We can see that his brain activity has been picking up. It shouldn't be too long now before he is awake."

March 14, 2005 Evening

"No answer."

"What about his mom?"

"She was in Australia when I spoke to her. She said she would get on the first flight out, but she won't be here until tomorrow at the soonest."

"Did you call Rory?"

"Yes."

"What did she say?"

March 14, 2005 Morning

All Finn could hear were the beeping of monitors.

He slowly opened his eyes. It took a while before the room around him came into focus, but once it did he recognized it as a hospital room.

It was very dim in the room. The lights were turned off and the curtains were pulled shut blocking out all sunlight save for a small sliver where each side met.

His head felt foggy and his whole body hurt.

He didn't know how he got here.

He tried to sit up, but found it extremely difficult. "Ow, fuck!" He exclaimed when he felt shooting pains go up both his arms.

"Finn?" He heard a whisper from across the room. "Oh, thank God you're awake."

A blinding light was switched on, causing Finn to shut his eyes tight.

When he opened them again he saw Stephanie standing next to his bed, worry lines etched in to her face.

She pushed a button on a remote that was attached to the bed. "We need a nurse to room 408. Finn Morgan is awake."

Moments later a crew of a doctor and two nurses entered the room.

For the next several minutes, Finn found himself being poked, prodded, nudged, and stared at by everyone in the room.

The doctor, a beautiful blonde woman, looking to be in her mid-40s, asked Finn a series of questions. "Can you feel your extremities? Do you feel lightheaded at all? Can you sit up? Follow my light."

After the questions, and the checking his vitals, the doctor and nurses left with the promise of being back shortly, but assured Finn and his friends that everything seemed okay for the moment.

As the door closed behind the last nurse Finn knew that the questions were about to start up.

Stephanie did not disappoint him.

"What the hell were you thinking Finn Morgan!" Stephanie shouted as soon as he heard the click of the door. "Do you know how worried Colin and I have been?"

"Babe, don't you think you should," Colin tried to interject, but was quickly cut off.

"No," Steph said sternly, "I don't think I should anything. Finn had me worried for practically two days. I think we deserve an explanation."

Finn knew she was right. They deserved an explanation. But Finn was not about to give them one. What was he supposed to tell them? He didn't even fully understand the whole situation himself.

"Steph don't worry, I'm okay now."

"Okay? How are you okay? You try to kill yourself. You were nearly successful. Had Colin and I not come home early because of a canceled movie you would have been dead."

Stephanie's words sunk into Finn's mind. He would've been dead. He knew that the bandages on his arms were from where he cut himself, and by the way they felt, he knew that they were not shallow cuts.

Colin sat in the chair that was right by his bed while Stephanie paced back and forth by the window. "Dude, what happened? Like a week ago you were just fine, the happiest I've ever seen you. Does this have to do with Rory?"

"I don't want to talk about Rory."

Stephanie was relentless. "Well if this has something to do with Rory, then you're going to have to talk about it. She's on her way now."

Finn went from 0 to 60 in a heartbeat. "Why would you call Rory?" He shouted that the two of them.

"Dude, don't get mad at us. We didn't know what was going on or why you're doing what you are doing. How are we supposed to know that it has something to do with Rory?"

"You mind your own damn business that's how. You didn't have to call her."

Finn knew he had taken it one step too far. The look on Stephanie space could have killed him if he stared at it too long. But at the moment he couldn't help what he said, he didn't want to see Rory.

"How dare you Finn. How dare you talk to us in such a way as if we have no right to care about you." She looked towards Colin, "call me when he come to his senses and stopped me in an ass hole."

With that she gathered her things and left the room. She probably would've slammed the door if they weren't rigged to shut slowly.

He looked back at Colin and started to apologize, but Colin stopped him.

"No need dude. She knows that if you were emotional enough to try something like kill yourself, then you're not really going to be the calmest of people." He grabbed his coat and started for the door. As he opened it, he turned back to look at Finn, "Look dude, I am glad you didn't die, and I hope that whatever is happening with you and Rory is solved soon. I really can't bear the thought of losing one of my best friends."

He didn't wait for Finn to reply before leaving the room. Before leaving Finn alone. With nothing but his thoughts. With nothing but the overwhelming depressing that was building in his chest.

He wasn't alone long though. The doctor returned shortly after Colin and Stephanie left. He was accompanied by a psychologist, or psychiatrist. Whichever the one was that would determine if this was a one-time thing, or if Finn was looney and needed to be put in a special facility for a month-long 'rest'.

Both doctors asked several questions, surely trying to get an idea of whether or not Finn was mentally stable.

Neither told him what their findings were as they both left the room mumbling random medical jargon to each other without so much as a 'goodbye' to Finn.

He found himself, once again, alone. But also, once again, it didn't last long.

A nurse entered the room with a cart of bandages, gauze, and other first aide-like stuff.

"Hello Mr. Morgan. My name is Regina, I am going to change your bandages and clean your stitches."

Finn wasn't aware he had had stiches. But, why wouldn't he? He knew the cuts had been deep. The only way they would have been able to stop the bleeding would have been to stich him up.

Regina Started with his left arm first. She Carefully removed the tape, and when she was done, she pulled the bandage away, and then the gauze that was underneath it.

Finn was horrified to see the long row of stitches in his arm. At least 6 inches worth.

Regina carefully dabbed the area around them with dry gauze, and this proceeded to cover it back up with a new bandage and tape.

She moved to the other side of the bed and started the same routine on his right arm. This time, as the bandage and gauze was removed, Finn heard a loud gasp from the doorway.

He turned his head to find Rory standing just inside the room, both hand covering her mouth, and what looked like tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

Regina must have seen the uncomfortableness in Rory's stance, because she had told her to stand in the hall until the bandages had been reapplied. She would let her know when it was okay to go back into the room.

Ten minutes later, Regina left the room and Rory sheepishly reentered it. She was carefully training her eyes to look anywhere but at Finn.

He knew she was trying to avoid the large bandages on his arms. She knew that she had some part in him being where he was.

He knew it was wrong of him, but he blamed her for his current situation.

True, he was the one who held the blade, and he was the one who made the choice, but she was the one who didn't have the balls to fucking end their relationship right. Why didn't she tell him from the beginning that this way all just a casual, non-serious thing? Why? Why did she just up and disappear instead of telling him that she was ready to be done? Why? Why couldn't she act like a decent fucking person, instead of ripping his goddamn heart out of his fucking chest?

Despite all of everything, though, some part of her must still care for him. At least enough to come to the hospital to check on him. That meant something, right?

The tension in the room was thick. Neither spoke for a very long time.

Eventually, Finn let out a sigh. He figured that one of them need to break the silence. "What are you doing here?"

"What do you mean by that?" She asked with an accusatory tone.

"I mean, you kicked me out of your house and told me you wanted to break up. You practically told me our whole relationship was nothing more than a joke. After all that, why did you come here?"

She opened her moth to say something, but quickly shut it again. After a minute or two had passed she started to speak. "Steph called me. I was worried about you. I still care for you."

"It's a little late for that. You should have been a little more caring sooner."

She winced at his words.

He knew he was hurting her, but, he didn't care.

"I have no excuse for my actions the other day. No good ones, at least," she amended. "I was going through some things, and all the emotions that were whirling in my head just sort of spilled out into our conversation."

None of that made sense to Finn. What emotions? What was she going through? After thinking them to himself, he verbalized the questions to Rory.

She shook her head, "It's nothing you need to concern yourself with right now."

"The hell I don't," Finn half-shouted at her, "If these emotions and thoughts cause you to say the things you said, then I think they have to be very concerned."

Rory started to pace the room nervously.

She kept tucking her hair behind her ears, and fiddled with the buttons on her shirt.

"I…I'm not sure if I can…If saying it will make anything better."

He words confused him again. He chose to remain silent, giving her the time she needed to work out the words she needed to say.

"If I had known…if I…I would never had said the things I said." She stopped in front of his bed. "I was just trying to push you away a little. I just needed space. I didn't know what to do. Saying, I thought we needed to break up, was just the only thing that came to my mind at the time. My mind has been so clouded. I…I had to figure out what to do, how to talk to you about what was going on. I was going to talk to you, but you came by to soon. I wasn't ready. I wasn't prepared."

Her rambling continued, but Finn remained silent. He knew she would get to her point. She had a knack for talking in circles until she got to her point. It was best to let her get herself there rather than rush her.

"I didn't want to disappoint, you, or my mom, or my grandparents. I was scared. I was scared and I said awful, horrible things to push you away. I didn't want you to find out yet. I didn't want you to find out like this."

She stopped talking.

That was his cue. "Find out what?"

She finally looked up from the floor and met his eyes for the first time since she got there.

He could see that she was fighting the urge to cry. Her brilliant blue eyes shone bright with unshed tears.

"I'm pregnant."