I'm sorry! I've finished school at last, but my laptop is broken so I lost the chapter. After rewriting it, here it is! I hope you enjoy it, it is a heavily based Finchel chapter so Finchel fans specifically, I hope you like it. For non Finchel fans, there is slight Puck/Finn friendship so I hope that satisfies you! The song in this chapter is, When I Look At You - Miley Cyrus; I don't own it! Thank you so much to my immense reviewers, (MaroonFox, you review everytime without fail and you're incredible!) and everyone who's put this on alert. I love you all very, very much. Enjoy...

I try to drown you out, so down goes another one…

Rachel lay there, silent on the bed when Puck wheeled Finn into her room. It had taken more than a little persuasion from the nurse to borrow a wheelchair so Finn could move around the hospital. After feeding her some bullshit lie about how 'it was bad for Finn to stay in one room constantly' and how 'Finn really wanted to go to the garden and sit outside a while' the nurse had reluctantly given in and brought them a wheelchair. Puck visited three days in a row at midday (school was closed until future notice) and smiled at the suspicious nurse. Together they'd managed to help Finn into the wheelchair – it was hard to move a 6ft 3 dude, even with muscles like Puck's – and together they were met with the same empty thank you from Finn. From there, Puck took him to the garden for an hour and they would sit in silence, breathing in fresh air (this was important, ever since the fire Finn would get panicky about not being able to breathe). Then, at 1pm, met by the suspicious nurse, Puck would return Finn to his room, promising to visit again tomorrow. On the fourth day, the nurse wasn't hovering outside the door. Sending a questioning look towards Finn, he was met with a curt,

"She's not in today. Day off. It's time."

Puck responded with a swift nod, got Finn into the chair by some miracle and wheeled him down the corridor to Rachel's room. The only noise between them was the squeaking of the wheels on the floor and the beeping of monitors from other patient's rooms. When they reached the room, Puck stood in front of the door, stopping Finn's eager hand from pushing the handle down.

"Dude, pre-warning. She's not Rachel right now, okay? She's ill, really ill and to be honest, nothing I say can prepare you for what you're gonna see. Don't take it too hard, she's just in a coma," Puck tried to think up some words to make the sight of Rachel easier for an already crushed Finn to cope with, but nothing worked. He was met by angry eyes – Puck didn't know if this was a good thing or not, depending on how emotionless his eyes had been recently – and some cutting words.

"Douche-bag! I know I'm thick, okay, but I know she's not my fucking Rachel now. Just let me the fuck in and shut the fuck up, dickhead!" Finn spat at him.

Even though Puck was a badass, his words hurt – because for the first time in his life, excluding babygate, Finn meant them. He swallowed the return insult and pushed open the door. When Finn gasped, he tried not to spit back 'told you so' and instead just pushed him all the way up to the bed, muttering a strict 'ten minutes, I'll be outside'. He left the room, shutting the door quietly and he went to sit on a chair in the waiting room.

Finn sat there, staring at Rachel's small body. She looked so fragile, and he just wanted take away all the tubes, heal all her wounds, pick her up and take her away from all this pain. Her eyes were shut, her hair lank and greasy and scraped back. If she knew what she looked like, she'd be appalled. Finn let out a heavy sigh and leaned back in his chair… if only there was something he could do.

Finn knew he had been damn straight horrible to everyone over the last couple of days. He had stared blankly at his mom, ignoring her questions and her concerns. Often after she left, he could hear her sob in the corridor. He had ignored Puck, and the only times he had spoken to him he'd insulted him angrily. Quinn and Mike had never returned after their first visit. Mr Schue had popped in once as had the rest of glee, but they also had received the same treatment as everyone else – cold eyes and empty words. It wasn't that Finn had wanted to push everybody away, it was just he hadn't know how to deal with losing one of his best friends – someone he'd known since kindergarden, and his sort-of girlfriend who he loved more than anybody else. Everyone knew it had been a matter of time before they'd got together formally – they'd been making out and sharing 'I love you's' since Regionals, last year. Now, almost a year on she was in a coma and he was this angry, broken person who spat words at people to make them hurt. The only person he couldn't bring himself to be angry at was Rachel.

Rachel was the only thing that had kept him going over the last five days. At first, he just wanted to give up and let his broken body go because he'd failed as a hero. He'd wanted to live up to his dad, and he'd let him down. But, what if Rachel woke up and he wasn't there? Or what if his dad would be more disappointed that he'd given up? So he kept going and romantic thoughts of Rachel waking up and kissing him as he sat by her bedside got him through the sleepless nights and nightmares filled with him choking on thick black smoke and being burnt by red hot flames…

But those thoughts were over now. As he looked at her in her bed, crumpled and broken, Finn believed he'd failed her. That she was never going to wake up. And he didn't want to be there as she died – he wasn't that strong anymore. Instead, he decided to say goodbye. With his unburned hand he took her bandaged ones and spoke to Rachel and the empty room.

"Rachel… I'm sorry. I've let you down. I never asked you out in case we ruined what we had, and now this has happened. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't save you in time, that I collapsed in that room. If I hadn't, maybe you'd have survived? Maybe both you and Matt would have survived; maybe I'd have got you out! But we're here now, in hospital and I'm sorry that you're like this and I'm okay. I'll never forget you, ever! I love you Rachel, so much. Glee brought me to you, so I'll never give it up and that's a promise for you babe. God Rach – I love you! I don't know if can bring myself to come back here. I'll try Rach babe, I'll try every day I can until… you wake up or you… don't. But I've never been as strong as you, so I can't promise anything anymore. Anyway, I don't know if you can hear me, but if you can I don't want to make you sad… I figured I could sing you a song. Remember that song you played me a couple of weeks ago? I said it was cheesy and pathetic, but you said it was deep and meaningful even though you didn't appreciate the singer all that much. But it suits this situation, so I'm going to sing it you; I got a nurse to get me the sheet music for it, so here goes…

Everybody needs inspiration,
Everybody needs a song.
A beautiful melody,
When the night's so long.
Cause there is no guarantee,
That this life is easy.

Yeah when my world is falling apart.
When there's no light to break up the dark,
That's when I, I, I look at you.
When the waves are flooding the shore,
and I can't find my way home anymore.
That's when I, I, I look at you.

When I look at you,
I see forgiveness,
I see the truth.
You love me for who I am,
Like the stars hold the moon,
Right there where they belong.
and I know I'm not alone.

Yeah when my world is falling apart,
When there's no light to break up the dark,
That's when I, I, I look at you.
When the waves are flooding the shore,
and I can't find my way home anymore,
That's when I, I, I look at you.

You, appear just like a dream to me.
Just like kaleidoscope colors,
That cover me,
All I need,
Every breath that I breathe,
Don't you know you're beautiful!

Yeah

When the waves are flooding the shore,
and I can't find my way home anymore,
That's when I, I, I look at you.
I look at you, Yeah, Woah.

You, appear just like a dream to me."

Finn wiped his cheek, brushing the tears away once more. He softly squeezed her hand and finished what he wanted to say.

"Rachel, if you know I'm here, can't you just squeeze my hand? Please Rachel, this is killing me, please Rachel…"

Finn waited with baited breath, but there was no movement. A sob ran up his throat and he coughed it away.

"I love you…" He breathed, and he put Rachel's hand back on the bed. Finn wheeled himself to the door, glancing back at Rachel one more time. As he opened the door, he couldn't help but think he'd seen Rachel's eye twitch. Finn, wishful thinking, his brain responded, and he wheeled himself to where a tired Puck sat slumped in an uncomfortable seat.

"We cool, dude?" Memories from sectionals flashed through Finn's brain as he approached Puck, and he knew this was the time he needed to start repairing what he'd done to him over the last few days.

"I'm sorry," Finn softly said, extending his non injured hand to Puck. The mohawked boy looked at him, and just nodded.

"We're cool, dude," He took his hand. Puck didn't want to laugh at him for being a pansy. Things like that weren't funny anymore. The exhausted boy stood up, grabbing Finn's chair and wheeling him down to his room.

"Remember douche, we've been to the garden…" Puck whispered hastily to Finn.

"I know fatass!" Finn's retort was echoed with a smirk, and they laughed for a moment, cutting it short when they remembered the fire and Matt and Rachel's coma. Guilt flooded the two, and they continued walking down the corridor in their own thoughts.

Rachel couldn't believe it when she heard the squeak of wheels on the floor of her room. Her initial thoughts were that Artie had visited, but when the person in the wheelchair took her sore, bandaged hands, holding them tenderly, she knew it wasn't.

When she realized it was Finn speaking, her heart nearly shattered. All these words about how sorry he was and how much he loved her… it was as if each time he said a new word he was stabbing a knife into her back. Rachel had never concentrated so hard on trying to move a hand before. She was trying to get some movement to happen, when all at once Finn's beautiful voice cut through. He was singing to her! And not only was he singing to her, he was singing one of her all time favourite songs that she'd played him just weeks before. She couldn't believe he'd remembered! Rachel wanted to cry happy tears so badly, but she couldn't move one inch. When he finished the song, she wanted to clap, to jump out of this ridiculous bed and hug him, and kiss him.

And finally, when his desperate words echoed around the room, about how much he wanted her to squeeze his hand, Rachel's heart just broke and she'd never wanted to move more in her life. She felt him let go of her hand and place it on the bed. She heard him squeak across the room and pause at the door. Forcing all her concentration on some form of movement, she felt her eye twitch. But Finn, Finn hadn't seen it, as she heard the door shut quietly behind him.

She would have sobbed if it was possible, as the one person she loved most in the world hadn't seen the fact that Rachel was very much alive in her broken body. But, she was exhausted by the slight movement, and she felt herself slipping into the depths of sleep.

Three good things had come from Finn's visit – she knew he loved her well and truly, she knew she had regained some form of movement, only if it was her eyes and she knew Finn was alive. Inwardly smiling, she drifted off to sleep.

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