A/N: Here you have it, this is Chapter 2 of Hit and Run, please enjoy & don't forget to review :) I am going on holiday tonight for a couple of weeks so I won't be posting in the meantime, but hopefully this will only make you more eager for my return & I hope you'll keep reading in anticipation while I'm gone. Chapter 2:
"Sam! Oh my gosh, Sam!" Rachel ran towards his still figure and knelt beside him.
His unmoving body was spread-eagled awkwardly with his limbs sticking out at odd angles to his frame. A thin trickle of blood seeped from his mouth and there was bruising on his toned torso.
"Call 911. Noah, call 911. Noah?" Rachel looked around for him and spotted him a distance away. He jogged back over to her and bent over, nursing a stitch.
"Tried to catch up to the asshole that ran him over. I'll kill them if I ever find out who it was."
"Never mind about that now, we need to get Sam to a hospital. Call for an ambulance!"
"Right, right." Puck ran a hand over his face and slid his phone out to dial emergency. He walked away from the mauled form of Sam and Rachel weeping over his body.
She ran her hands over his chest, feeling the strength that it once was, praying he would be okay. She could only imagine how horrific she would feel had it been the other boy lying motionless in front of her.
"They said they'll be about 5 minutes maximum." Puck wandered back over and crouched beside her.
"He'll be okay, Rach, don't you worry." He put an arm around her shoulder, comfortingly and drew her close to him.
"I know, I know" She wiped her tears angrily from her face, "Positive thinking right?"
"Exactly, positive thinking." And he took her in his arms, rocking her gently, waiting for the ambulance.
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They rode with him in the ambulance, Rachel squeezing Sam's hand tightly, Puck squeezing hers.
At the hospital he was whisked away for tests and Rachel and Noah were told to stay in the waiting room considering they weren't family. They took seats in the hospital chairs and stared blankly at the wall in front of them.
"I just, I can't, I can't… process, you know?" Rachel whispered hoarsely, swallowing heavily.
"Let me get you a cup of tea." Puck stood up and moved towards the drinks machine, fishing around in his pockets for change.
Rachel watched him and smiled wearily at the boy before her. This was not the Noah Puckerman the rest of the world knew. He was her Noah, the boy that would always look out for her and protect her. He made her heart beat fervently in her chest every time she caught sight of him. One day she would pluck up the courage to tell him how she felt.
He strolled back towards her and handed her a steaming Styrofoam cup of hot brown liquid. She murmured a 'thanks' and sipped it slowly. The heat seeping through her body warmed her slightly, but even a hot cup of tea couldn't stop the aching and the worry in her heart.
About fifteen minutes later a harassed looking blonde woman ran through the waiting room and through the double doors where they were refused entry. They assumed that she was Sam's mother and looked after her, waiting for a sign of good or bad news.
She still wasn't back a good fifteen minutes later, by which time Rachel had finished her tea and was staring at the wall again. Noah slipped an arm around her again and she nestled her head in the crook between his neck and shoulder, closing her eyes briefly.
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"Rachel," Noah whispered softly, shaking her gently. "Rachel,"
"What hmm?" She lifted her head and wiped her mouth, squinting in the sudden brightness.
"Sam's mother is here. They've got news."
She sat bolt upright, thrust awake at once and said, "Mrs Evans, how's Sam?"
"Not good, I'm afraid." The blonde woman held her hands together in front of her body and saw as Rachel sucked in her breath sharply. "He's still alive, but in a coma. We don't know when he'll wake up."
Rachel nodded and said, "Thank God he's alive. I'll be praying for him Mrs Evans. If there's anything we can do, please," she rested a hand on Noah's thigh to indicate him, "let us know."
"Thank you Rachel and thank you for your support. I saw you at the Regionals. You were fantastic. You too, Noah, was it?"
"Yes ma'am. And Rachel's right, whatever you need, we'll be there for you and of course, Sam."
"Thank you." She murmured and rubbed her forehead, "I better go and let Sam's father know how he's doing. Goodness only knows how we'll be able to pay all the medical bills," She said, more to herself as she walked away from the pair.
Noah stood up and took Rachel's hand.
"Come on, I'm taking you home. You've had more than enough stress for one day."
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