Blake had been enjoying a rather delicious breakfast in the hospital canteen with Tyler, Michael and Abraham when they were disrupted by an excited Lily bouncing into the room, screaming excitedly that Taryn was awake. The four boys looked at each other with joy.

"That's great," Tyler's smile faded to a frown, "but we haven't finished rehearsing our song that we're going to sing to you girls yet." Lily returned a puzzled face.

"Okay, we were going to sing a song to you girls when you were all awake, but we're nowhere near finished yet," Blake answered her look. "But it's okay. The main thing is that you're all getting better."

The five of them stood and left the canteen, briskly walking toward the emergency unit. Their path included many twists and turns, passing grieving relatives of the hospital's patients. Blake wondered how Lily knew her way back through this maze of dazzling white walls and a strong smell of antibiotic that didn't quite agree with the breakfast he just ate. Along the way, they passed a solemn looking Charlie who had obviously not slept.

"Taryn's awake!" Michael called joyfully, but he was met with no response.

Finally reaching a small room, Lily stopped. She turned to the nurse by the door. "Can we go in and see her?"

The nurse nodded. "Of course. Mother and baby are just fine."

The five teenagers stared at the nurse blankly. "Baby?" Abraham questioned.

"Well, of course not yet," the nurse responded with a soft, patronising tone. "I guess I should have said mother and bump are fine. It's a bit of a miracle they both made it, but they're both here and—"

"No, Taryn's not pregnant," Michael cut in.

Blake stepped back and looked through the window into the room. Yes, it was Taryn in the room, sitting upright and looking right back at him guiltily.

"So can we see her then?" Lily asked again.

The nurse nodded silently and stepped aside, lips pursed.

"Hello, I'm Hannah, and I'm auditioning for glee club."

The ginger girl stood on an empty stage. At the back of the auditorium, she could see the silhouette of Mr. Schuester. She waited a moment and watched him sit back. Hannah wasn't really much of a singer, but it was something that made her happy, so she didn't mind losing her last ounce of dignity joining the club. She was already used to the frequent slushie. She was a prime target whenever a gleek wasn't around, so there wasn't much to lose at all by joining glee club really, just a few hours after school.

You, with your words like knives and swords and weapons that you use against me,

You, have knocked me off my feet again, got me feeling like a nothing.

You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard, calling me out when I'm wounded,

You, picking on the weaker man.

Well, you can take me down, with just one single blow,

But you don't know what you don't know.

Hannah burst into the chorus, excitedly singing the lyrics. She was a huge fan of Taylor Swift, and this song was her favourite to sing in the shower. It was the first time she was singing in public, but she felt so natural performing onstage.

Someday, I'll be living in a big ol' city, and all you're ever gonna be is mean,

Someday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me, and all you're ever gonna be is mean.

Why you gotta be so mean?

As she finished her solo, Hannah looked back up to Mr. Schue. He nodded slowly.

"Thank you, Hannah. Rehearsals start tomorrow after school," he spoke.

Hannah giggled. "Thank you, sir!" She then spun around and bounced off the stage with an excited screech.

Taryn sat rigid in her bed, looking dazed and guilty as her visitors arrived. Lily, Michael and Blake hung by the door while Tyler and Abraham rushed straight to her.

"Hey," Tyler began.

"Why didn't you tell us, girl?" Abraham questioned accusingly.

"Abraham," Taryn wheezed. It was obvious that she wasn't taking to the antibiotic drugs well. "I didn't know. It was a few weeks ago at the most." She coughed violently before continuing, her voice getting weaker. "I would have told you, though."

Tyler looked from Taryn to Abraham. The three of them were old friends since pre-school. When they reached senior school, the other two transferred to Carmel High. They still got on well, but Tyler still relished the rare occasion that the three of them were together.

"Who's the father?" Abraham asked, dragging Tyler back from the memories.

"I'm tired. I don't want to talk," Taryn responded with heat returning to her voice. She held fierce eye contact with Abraham. The two of them were strong, but this time Abraham gave in.

"Fine. But we're here, Taryn. Remember me and Tyler, your old friends. We love you and are always here," Abraham said coldly. He looked away and walked out of the room.

"Get better soon," Tyler spoke, kissing Taryn on the head. He turned and followed Michael, Lily and Blake to the door. Before he left, he turned back. "We do love you, Taryn. We never stopped." With that, he left.

Author's Note:

Okay, I know I haven't updated in AGEEESSSS and I suck for that, but I have no excuse except laziness.

I'll try and update ASAP, but it's my final year at school, so work has to come first.

Love y'all!

~Marcalus