Past the Point of No Return
No. Just no. You can't possibly stay in this town a day longer.
So I had this written before the episode aired but of course no one will believe that. It was originally going to just be an epilogue but I think I will make a second story from this.
Sometimes I wonder if the Glee writers read my mind or something because I'm not one of them but the ideas are very similar. Oh well. I don't own Glee.
For the most part, you are still asleep. You are at that point where you don't want to move a muscle but you aren't asleep anymore (and you won't be falling back asleep either). You are receptive to probably half the things going on around you. You know for a fact you aren't at home. You try to remember falling asleep on the couch or somewhere but you are too close to sleep to be thinking clearly. Your mind is foggy and you feel so strange.
You remember running from school and getting in your car. You remember getting home and throwing tons of clothes into suitcases. You remember grabbing all the cash from your secret stash and everything else you considered valuable. You remember your mom getting home before you could get out of there. You remember the letter she had in her hand. You remember opening it with shakey hands. You remember it said they wanted you-someone actually wanted you. You remember finally having something worth living for-not that you would admit to anyone that you had ever felt that bad.
Something tightens around your lower legs suddenly, and you jump slightly. Your eyes are still shut but you can feel something warm, like someone else's hand, pressed on your own. You can only assume you moved enough for someone else to realize you were there. The movement also made you aware of the fact there is something between your legs and it is very uncomfortable.
You want to move but you can't. Your body doesn't seem to be listening to your commands.
After a few minutes of laying very very still, you let your eyes flutter open, breaking apart the sleep crust that was joining together your eyelashes and creating a seal you don't know how long had been there. You regret it the second you gain your sight. The lights are very bright (compared to the total darkness of your closed eyes) and there are distorted faces very close to your own. You try to draw back but you can't because it hurts too much. You don't know where you are and before you know it, warm wetness is spreading down your cheeks beyond your control.
Your mother's comforting face becomes clear as she begins to smooth your hair with her hands. You want to reach out for her to wrap her arms around you but you still can't control your body. She seems understanding as she does the best she can to comfort you. You can feel your heart rate going down (you hadn't realized how quickly it had risen) and the tears slow as your mom wipes away the tears.
Once you've calmed down, you look around at all the other faces in the home. You don't know how you feel about them all being there. You're glad they care enough to come sit with you at the hospital (you've come to the realization that's where you must be) but at the same time you feel weak and way less than perfect. And you don't want them to see you the way you see yourself right now. The entire glee club seems to be crowded around your bed. Besides, that has to be against some sort of safety code to have that many people in one tiny room.
Your mom decides you are capable of staying while she goes to do something, you assume she went to get a doctor since you are awake now (or coffee because if she had been sitting there you know she would need coffee sooner or later). She lets go of your hand and pets your head briefly before walking out quickly.
Rachel steps up to take the place your mother had occupied moments ago. She pets your head softly. It's comforting but strange. You never thought you were all that close to her but here she is.
You drift off into your own thoughts in the surprisingly quiet room with her warm hand rubbing yours.
But you're being shaken awake only seconds later by Rachel. She looks at you and moves her lips rapidly probably telling some long story you can't follow.
Then you realize you can't follow anything she's saying because you can't hear shit. Nothing. No wonder the room has been so quiet. If you're in the hospital and hooked up to machines shouldn't there be a beeping or humming or anything to let everyone know you're still alive.
Your eyes widen in a state a panic. Rachel notices the sudden change in your face and worry etches into her own features and she moves her mouth even quicker. Tears begin to flood your eyes and you don't know what to do. When you don't answer, everyone else around you seems to worry too.
Sam reaches out his hand to grab yours and you turn to face him. His full lips are moving but you can't hear a word. You try desperately to shake your head or give them some kind of sign that you aren't hearing them. The tears are flowing freely now and there's nothing you can do to stop them. He squeezes your hand harder and you weakly grasp onto it for dear life.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Puck sprinting from the room and down the hall, hopefully going after a doctor. But all you can do is cry as everyone around you tries to comfort you and fix whatever is wrong.
You remember the accident. You remember everything. And you regret not leaving the first time. If you had just left then, you would be perfectly fine right now. You wouldn't be laying in a hospital bed with everyone around you still in their clothes from the wedding (that you are still against).
When the doctor returns he checks you over and finds the problem. He takes your mother out into the hall to break the news. You see them through the window on the door in front of you. He moves his lips and she drops her coffee to the floor. It's only a second later that she is on the floor in the puddle of coffee.