Chapter 2. I will try and update every night but that's only if I get some inspiration.

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So Hard To Hide

Emma didn't go into work at all that week. She called in sick, putting on a fake cough, at the start of the week and told them she would ring them when she was coming back in. She didn't want to have to face him after everything had done. She just spent the week, lying on the sofa, watching the Sound of Music and occasionally crying.

She didn't eat for 4 days, and when she did finally have some toast, she was sick. She only drank water and only had about an hour's sleep from Monday to Friday.

She was just starting to get to sleep Friday afternoon when somebody knocked on her apartment door. She dragged herself from the couch to answer it, but quickly regretted it when she saw Will standing on the other side. She tried to shut the door, but he quickly put his foot in the way, so she gave up and retreated back to the sofa.

"What do you want?" She asked, bitterly.

"I want to talk to you." The innocence in his voice made her angry.

Will looked her up and down. He noticed she had lost weight… a lot of weight. She was dressed in a pair of grey tracksuit bottoms and an old WMHS t-shirt. Her apartment was a horrible. He must have really hurt her if she didn't even care that there was a mess all around her.

"Em, when did you last eat?" He asked her, noticing a tear fall down her cheek. Just looking at him reminded her of everything she had been told. You're a slut, Will. Nobody's safe! She repeated those same embarrassing words, which she had screamed at him in front of the whole faculty, in her head.

"Yesterday. Well, kind of. I had a slice of toast but it made me feel sick." She replied.

"So, before yesterday, you last ate when?"
"Sunday"

"Jesus. Did you want me to make you something to eat." Emma shook her head as another tear rolled down her cheek. She just wanted him to leave her alone. Will went to wipe the tear from her face, but she pushed his hand away before he could touch her.

"Will, just leave, please."
"But Em I-"

"WILL!" She stood up from the couch. "Get out! Please!"

"Fine. But if you need me, I'm here." He slowly walked to the door before turning around and calling "I love you Emma" before leaving her apartment, closing the door behind him.

Emma was awoken at 5pm that night to hear the phone ringing. She got up off the couch and walked to the phone. Please don't be him, please don't be him, she repeated in her head as she picked the phone up.

"Ms. Pillsbury?" The voice down the phone asked.
"Speaking." She replied with a yawn.

"This is Lima General Hospital. I understand you are friends with Mr William Schuester." Emma's stomach dropped as she heard the name. She swallowed before answering with a quiet "Yes."

"I'm afraid Mr Schuester has been admitted to the hospital after an accident."

"What kind of accident?" She asked, holding back the tears filling up in her eyes.

"We'll explain everything when you get to the hospital, if you want to come down?"

"Yes I'll be there as soon as I can."

She hung up the phone and quickly ran into her bedroom to get changed before running out of her apartment and out to her car.

She pulled up outside of the hospital and put the gears of the car into park. She hesitated, thinking that maybe Will wouldn't have wanted her there after everything she had said. But she desperately wanted to know if he was alright, so she climbed out of the car, locked it and walked as quickly as she could into the hospital.

The hospital was loud, people waiting to be see their families, waiting for some answers to their questions. Emma slowly approached the front desk. The woman behind looked about 24, but she obviously knew what she was doing. She looked up at Emma and said "Hello, how can I help?"

"Ermm... I-I'm Emma Pillsbury. I-I got a phone call earlier and someone t-told me that my friend had been in some sort of accident."
"Ahh, Ms. Pillsbury." The smile on the woman's, whose name tag read Eleanor, face dropped. "I am Dr O'Hara, the doctor treating Mr Schuester." Emma nodded, following the doctor with her eyes as she walked around the desk towards her. She indicated for Emma to follow her, so she did. They walked down the hallway in silence for around 30 seconds before Emma decided to speak.

"So, what happened?"
"Well, someone broke into Mr Schuester's home. He wrecked everything in his apartment before Mr Schuester got home, and well, when Mr Schuester returned, the man, he… he shot him." Emma hadn't realised that they had stopped. Her face fell as the tears filling up in her eyes made her vision blurry.

"Where was h-he s-shot?" Emma stuttered. There was a long pause before Dr O'Hara replied with "The head." Emma felt ready to faint, but Dr O'Hara caught her, sitting her down in a nearby chair.

"Where is he?" Emma asked, the tears running down her cheeks now.

"He's in surgery right now, they're trying to remove the bullet. I really don't want to be the one that has to tell you this, but if the surgery doesn't work, there is a 90% chance Mr Schuester will die." Emma's eyes grew wide as she tried to process that last sentence.

"Do y-you know who s-shot him?"

"Yes."

"Who?"

o: Cliffhanger! I've read a few stories about Will/Emma being in a car crash and I was debating over that and Emma going to the dentist and falling in love with Carl. But I didn't want to copy the car crash idea and I don't like Carl, so I just based the idea of him being shot around Jack from Eastenders.

I hope you like it. Please Review.

Leanne xx