A/N: Okay before anyone kills me, an explanation for my mysterious absence. I was writing a new chapter for this story and listening to music when one of my speakers fell on my laptop and it got really screwed up. It broke, and I couldn't retrieve the files on my own, but I thought I could take it to the computer repair store, but they couldn't get them either without completely fixing my computer which was way too much money. Being lazy, I didn't want to try and rewrite everything that I had already put down, but I'm starting to realize my situation and I'm finally back. This is obviously where the story takes on a plot and it's no longer just a series of vignettes. R&R please!
This was it. Will Schuster sat on the floor of the girls' bathroom, desperately clutching the lifeless Rachel Berry to his chest. He could feel a pulse, which was good, but blood dripped from her nose and her hand lay limp on his leg, proving her tragic mistake. As he gripped her figure to himself, he desperately wondered what she had done it for. Part of him wanted to deny any of his doing in this situation, but he realized that avoiding it was futile. There was a strong possibility that he killed Rachel Berry. Not directly of course, but that doesn't make the sting go away. His heart ached for the star she'd never be, the woman she'd never grow into, and the friend she'd never become.
Each minute was agonizing. He wanted more than anything to know she was okay. Or even that they couldn't do anything. But the waiting was tearing him apart. He figured that it might be best to bring her to the front of the school for easier access when the ambulance arrived. He picked her up carefully under her knees and arms and carried her out of the horrid location. God she's so pale he thought to himself. It was true; Rachel Berry had the exterior of a ghost with a bad nose-bleed. Beyond that, she was frail. Will was afraid of dropping her in case her bones would shatter at mere contact with the ground. He shrugged it off as a paranoid notion, but worried himself to pieces about it.
By the time he made it to the front door, everyone else in the building had left. They were actually alone. In a meager attempt to take his mind off of the situation at hand, he looked out of a large, arched window. It was like the gateway to heaven. A world where Rachel was fine, and where the sun shone each day. Much to his dismay, when he peered out the window all he saw was a bleak, grey sky filled with clouds from which a light drizzle began to patter down. Any hope he had quickly dissipated and he was left alone.
Once the ambulance arrived he was on the verge of tears. Never before had he lost someone so important to him. They strapped her to a gurney, her cold, dead head swaying back and forth without any support. He sharply inhaled, appalled by the rather gruesome sight. As the ambulance turned on its siren and began speeding off into the distance a stinging commenced in his eye. Not the sting of an eyelash, but rather of a tear. He decided from that moment forth, it would be the last tear he would cry for Rachel Berry.
A/N: Sorry it's so short, but I will be back soon. And by soon, I mean in a day or two. Initially this chapter was going to be longer, but this seemed like an acceptable break, and I need to update my other stories. Toodles!