A few hours later, after a nurse came and checked my vitals, Henry scooted in bed next to me, moving all the tubes over him, so that way he didn't disrupt whatever they were supposed to do, and I leaned my head on his shoulder.

"Henry?" I whimpered.

"Yes?" He replied drowsily.

"Do you ever just dwell on your past, when your brain can't think of anything else, it thinks about how many mistakes you made, how many friends you lost, how many enemies you made, how many romantic relationships that failed..." I listed, trailing off.

"All the time. Why? Have you run out of things to think about? I can always tell stories about all my weird cases."

Rachel coughed. "That sounds boring."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

I sighed. "I honestly don't know. Have you ever felt responsible for someone's death?"

"Sometimes."

"I can't get this one time out of my head when my best friend died in front of my eyes. We were out with some buddies, and one of them brought a gun to the park. Keith got in the crossfire. I was with him as he died, and..." I couldn't continue.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," he prodded gently.

"It's fine. He told me that he loved me. Then the light in his eyes faded. I couldn't say anything, and he died with no one knowing his true feelings but me, and I have to live with the guilt. If only I could go back and tell him how I felt."

A tear streamed down my cheek, and then suddenly, I was bawling in his chest. He put his arms around me, with one hand holding my head, and one on my back. "It's okay. Rachel, the doctor is here."

I heard the door squeal, and then Henry patted my shoulder, dodging the tubes and sitting back down in his seat. Someone handed me a box of tissues, and I blew it happily.

"So, Dr. Morgan, your daughter," he said, over emphasizing the word daughter, "has a normal blood pressure and heart rate."

"What?" I said in disbelief.

"It doesn't take that long for your body to make blood cells. And also, we are going to remove your bandages on your eyes to see if you're still having eye troubles. Now, I'm going to take off your bandages, then we will do a simple vision test."

I felt the many layers of gauze lighten up, and finally, my eyes were free. I slowly opened them, blinking to adjust to the light. "I can see, but-" I started before the doctor cut me off.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" He asked, holding his hand close to his body.

"Three," I said, pausing to squint. Then I nodded. "Three," I repeated.

I looked around to see that everything looked sort of foggy. I could see it, but details were vague to me.

"You're not holding three fingers up, are you?"

"Nope. You need an eye exam."

We went over to another wing, where there was an optometrist waiting for me. "Thank you, Dr. Johnson, I can take it from here," the optometrist said, in her smooth, slow voice.

When he left, the optometrist turned around and walked down a hallway. Henry grabbed by hand and led me down the hall until we entered a dark room, where seeing for me was nearly impossible. Henry led me to a chair, and I sat. A medium sized machine, about the length of a grown man's chest, sat in front of me. "Okay, Rachel, I'm going to ask you to lean in right here and put pressure on this until you see green."

I leaned into the eye holes where I saw two red dots. I put a little bit of pressure on the machine, the red color changing to green. "Okay, now hold it there... Okay, you can back up now."

I did so and she gently pulled my arm up. Henry hooked his arm through mine and we walked to another room. I sat down in a chair and waited a few minutes. "So Henry, did you have a DNA test on me?"

"Yes."

"Results?"

"You are my daughter."

(A/N: hi, sorry I haven't been consistent with my publishing, because I have been pretty busy, because I'm also currently working on another fanfiction which I might be able to publish here too. Thank you for your unwavering support.)