"I got to go," Rachel said running off. She ran out of the school, got into her car and sped home. She pulled into her garage and closed it behind her. As she traced the knife horizontally against her wrist, she couldn't help crying. The harder she cried the deeper the cuts she was making. She knew this was the only way out. In true Rachel Berry fashion, she researched suicide methods online before she even considered doing anything. This seemed to be the easiest option. She sank towards the cold tile crying violently not because she was ending her own life but because there was no one there. Her breathing was starting to even and the weight of her eyes began to take its toll on her.

Puck, Mike and Matt sat back in glee not knowing what to do. They couldn't face all the other members because they were so angry with them. Puck's stomach twisted; something in him was telling him that something was very wrong. He tried to shake off the feeling because he knew that Rachel wanted to be alone but no matter what it was still persistent and getting harder to ignore every second. He decided to call her just to ease his mind. The phone rang for a few seconds before going to voicemail. Puck stared at his phone in confusion and called again. Still, there was no answer and the unrelenting feeling he felt strengthened. Puck immediately bolted from his seat and ran out the door and into his car. He knew something must be wrong. Even when Rachel needed alone time, she would answer her phone calls. He sped towards her house.

Taking the hidden key from the gap between the porch boards, he opened the door screaming her name. With no sound, he made his way towards her bedroom. Turning the lock, he found the bedroom door locked.

"Rachel! Rachel! Open the door!" Puck yelled. He didn't hear anything not even any sound of movement. He slammed his body against the door until the wood finally gave in. That's where he saw her lying there in a puddle of her own blood. He rushed towards her side and grabbed her light body, trying to hug her to transfer some body heat towards her cold body. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket and fumbled the buttons to call 9-1-1.

"Hello what's your emergency?"

"My friend's dying! She slit her wrist," Puck cried out. The operator informed the paramedics and instructed what to do.

"Do you feel a pulse?"

"Yes, but it's faint." Puck's voice broke as he spoke with the operator.

"Okay, I need you to get something so that you can apply pressure to the wound." Puck did as he said. "Is the flow of bed lessening?"

"No."

"Okay lie her down and elevate her wounds. Next, apply pressure to the brachial artery." Puck did as he told, suddenly glad that Rachel hounded him to focus on his schoolwork. If she hadn't, he wouldn't know where to apply pressure. "Okay you're doing good. Stay on the line with me, the ambulance is almost there."

"Please be okay baby. What were you thinking?" It was the first time Puck ever cried after his dad had ran out on him. The sound of the ambulance was getting louder now and he could hear people downstairs.

"We're up here!" he yelled. The paramedics ran over towards Rachel and quickly put her on the stretcher and rushed towards the ambulance.

"You coming kid?" the paramedic asked. He nodded his head and climbed into the ambulance truck with him. The ambulance rushed towards Lima General's emergency room.

"You're going to have to wait out here," a couple of nurses said stopping him from following Rachel to the operation room. Puck was drenched in blood. His hands, shirts and jeans were covered in Rachel's blood. The nurses escorted him to the nurse's station since his mom had just started his shift. She was the shift nurse so all the nurses recognized Puck and his sister.

Jodie Puckerman looked up from her conversation when she noticed the rest of the nurses were distracted. There she saw her red eyed 16 year old son covered in blood.

"Noah what happened?" she said running over towards him inspecting his body for any wounds. When she didn't see anything, she asked another question.

"Is it Quinn? Is everything alright with the baby?" she whispered. She knew about the predicament her son was in and she knew that Quinn didn't want her son in the baby's life. Puck shook his head.

"It's R-Rachel Ma," he said breaking down.

"Rachel?" Her back stiffened after hearing the name. She loved Rachel like a second daughter or better yet a daughter in law. Over the past few months of Puck and Rachel's friendship, she saw a huge improvement in Puck. He was getting better grades, getting in fewer fights and spending more time with his family. She also bonded with Rachel as well once she realized that her parents were mostly always gone and she had no mother.

"Wait in the waiting room. I'm going to find out everything. Don't worry she's in good hands I'll make sure of it." Puck nodded and made his way to the waiting room. He pulled out his phone and called Mike.

"Hey Puck, how's Rachel doing?" Mike asked.

"I'm in the hospital," Puck dead-panned.

"What?" The yell coming from the even tempered Asian caught the temper of everyone in the choir room especially his best friend Matt.

"You have to come here right now and can you bring me an extra set of clothes from my locker."

"Ok." Mike hung up the phone sent a quick text to Matt even though they were right beside each other. They didn't want anyone else in glee to overhear. Matt looked at his phone and shot up in the same fashion as Mike. They both gathered their stuff in a quick hurry and made their way to the door.

"Wait a minute, where do you think you're going?" Mercedes said.

"None of you deserve to know. We quit and that includes Puck too," Mike yelled back. The two looked at Mr. Schue with an apologetic look. He nodded at them and let them leave. They ran down the hallway towards the locker room and pulled out the clothes hanging in the locker. Mike and Matt got into Mike's car and sped their way to the hospital. They ran in to find Puck pacing back and forth. Their eyes zoomed on his clothes which were saturated in blood. Puck's eyes were blood shot and his hands were trembling.

"Here man," Matt said handing him the new clothes. Puck thanked him and made his way towards the bathroom. He quickly changed his clothes and washed the dried tears from his face. He returned back to the waiting room, the thirty clothes folded in his hand.

"Dude what happened?" Mike asked. Puck tried to speak but the words couldn't escape. His throat was dry but he knew mentally and emotionally he wouldn't be able to utter the words.

"It's okay man. You don't have to talk about," Matt said placing his hand on Puck's shoulder. Mike nodded in agreement. The boys sat down in the waiting room silent. None of them knew what to say to each other to help ease the situation. All they knew was that their friend was in there and they didn't know what was going on. They sat like that for a lengthy amount of time until Puck's mom came out of the emergency room doors.

"Oh boys, you're here," she said looking up at the boys. Puck, Mike and Matt all had faces of worry.

"Ms. Puckerman, do you know what's wrong?" Mike asked.

"Puck can't speak about it," Matt said pointing at their distressed friend.

"We managed to stop the bleeding but she's going to need a blood transfusion. She lost a lot of blood. The problem is she has A- blood."

"Don't you guys have blood banks for that?" Puck asked rudely. He felt bad for speaking to his mother in that kind of manner but he was annoyed. He just wanted to see Rachel.

"That's the problem, while we do have a large stock of supply; we're low on negative blood. Only 15% of people have negative blood types. She can only receive blood from A- and O- people and there's a wait list for it."

"So you're telling me she's screwed?"

"Well no, do you know anyone who has A- or O- blood?" Puck, Mike and Matt shook their heads.

"There's one person I know who has O- blood but you're not going to like it Noah." He looked up at his mom curiously; his face showing that he didn't want to play any games. "It's your dad."

"What the hell does he have to do with this?" Puck asked enraged. Mike and Matt looked at his mother apologetically before trying to calm down their friend. "I don't even know where the hell he's at."

"He's in Lima."

"How the hell do you even know that?" His mom sighed deeply before getting out a pen and pad. She quickly jotted down the address and handed it to him.

"He's been in Lima for a year already. He called me when he moved back and apologized. He has a wife and a kid and that's all I'm going to say. I don't care what your ill feelings you have towards him. He's the only donor we know who has O- blood. This is for Rachel put that aside until we take care of her first," she said sternly. His jaw tightened and relaxed before finally nodding his head. "Matt, Mike I think you should go with him."

"No, someone needs to stay here and be here when Rachel wakes up. She's going to be alone. I'll take care of my dad," he said sharply.

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