Hey! It's Lin again! (Broadway Babe WA) So here's the next chapter! Sorry about the suddenly slow updates, but we've been having issues cramming writing time on both our ends so yep like I have homework every day and stuff like that. Anyway enjoy and review!
DISCLAIMER: Yeah, Ryan Murphy took my ideas, but he ain't doin' me any favors. He took the wrong one! If it were up to us April would have sang A Little Bit Stronger! (Psst! Ryan, if you're readin' this… PLEASE!)
April's POV
"Are you sure she'll be okay?" I ask, still worried about Rachel.
Soon after Emma arrived I leaned back on the couch and apparently fallen asleep. Will had carried me to the bed ad let me sleep there until I woke up. Now I'm just worried about Rachel and if she'll have another panic attack or something.
"She'll be fine. Emma's with her," Will says reassuringly.
"Will," I say, "let me remind you of how much she screamed when I said I was leaving for twenty minutes to take a shower."
"She won't react like that, April. Actually I think what Emma's doing is working pretty well. She's calmed down a bit with her."
"All right…" I sigh, out of other reasons.
From what I remember, if I even heard right, my brain doesn't seem to want to function properly lately, Will's mom was coming later today to help with everything between Rachel and my lack of sleep so I can sleep and fix up my apparently falling grades and Emma is helping now.
"You sure?" I ask again.
"Just take care of yourself. You need to."
I let out another sigh, not sure how well this will end, probably with more sleep deprivation in my case, and start into the bathroom. It's the first time I've had a chance to shower in a bit so I'm sure I look awful. I step into the bathroom in front of a sink, and I see that I'm right.
My usually perfectly curled golden hair is in a ratty tangled mess, my emerald eyes have large circles under them from lack of sleep, and I'm pale as a sheet.
Feeling half asleep I climb into the shower and turn on the water. I end up jolted awake by the cold water I had forgotten to wait for to heat, but I stay in the shower anyways as the water gradually warms up and I find it refreshing.
I start to comb through my hair with my hands and suddenly realize how very messy and tangled it is. I eventually am able to force enough conditioner into my mop of curls to get out the worst of the tangles and decide to brush them out later.
Still feeling a bit clouded in my brain I probably should just sleep. I crawl up into Will's bed onto my side and am almost amazed at the thought that I might be able to get to sleep when I remember that I'm beginning to fail school. This time I'm actually serious about graduating so I figure on second thought I should maybe go study a little first. It still feels useless to me since it's still one just cramming a bunch of facts into ones brain until ones throbs and won't remember any of it the next day.
I sigh and pick up a history book and attempt to read it but the words seem to be almost swimming on the page as my eyes skim over the words. Eventually my thoughts just begin to run together and I can't think straight enough anymore to read the book. Feeling too tired and lazy to move the text book, I slide it to the foot of the bed and curl up in bed as I drift back to sleep.
A while later a loud scream jolts me awake again. Groggily, I climb/fall out of the bed and make my way into the living room. From what my foggy brain is taking in, it looks like Rachel got a text from him (she's holding her phone) then the door rang which scared Rachel into thinking it was him. It's Will's mom.
Thank God, I think as I see her coming through the door.
"April go back to sleep. You need it," Mrs. Schue says, looking me up and down. "I'll have Will wake you up when dinner is done."
I look at Will's mom and she already figured out what I'm thinking. What about Rachel?
"It'll be all right, just get some rest."
I nod and hazily make my way back to Will's bed, my thoughts moving at about less than a mile per hour. The next time I'm woken up, Will is gently shaking my shoulder.
"April, dinner," Will says softly as my brain slowly begins to function again.
"Oh…" I reply sleepily, not wanting to leave the warm sheets of Will's bed.
After a bit more coaxing Will is able to get me to get up so I can go eat. I sleepily walk into Will's dining room. As I sit I suddenly I realize how very hungry I actually am. I haven't had too much time to eat between everything. I scarf down my meal when I notice Rachel also at the table. She's still refusing to eat. Though still worried about Rachel not eating I hope that Will's mom will be able to help with that as I have a little more food myself.