So here's Chapter two! Still warming up... it's sort of a rough start, I know, but hopefully it will improve :) Enjoy!

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Will woke up smiling. His eyes remained shut; he wasn't ready to stop thinking about the dream he just had. It involved Emma, of course, and their wedding. He sighed happily. He could not wait for the wedding day. It would be so spectacular and Emma would look so beautifully marvelous…

Wait. Something was off. What was that smell? It didn't smell like home. And the sheets felt foreign to his body. And why was it so bright? His eyes still closed, he reached out his left arm to find Emma. Except there was no Emma. His arm flailed off of the side of the bed. Will's eyes immediately flew open and he sat up in bed, almost ripping the needles from his arm.

He was in a small room, the walls painted a blinding shade of white. The sun streamed in through the window, and the fluorescent lights on the ceiling were turned on full blast. His arm was hooked up to an IV machine, which was the source of the beeping, and various hospital equipment was stacked neatly around the room. Hospital. He was in a hospital. Emma. Emma.

Everything came back to him in a blur. The high-pitched shrieking of the brakes. The blaring horn. The crash of the metal. Emma's gaping mouth. The jolting impact.

Will started breathing heavily, hyperventilating almost. He ripped the needles out of his arm. Before he could recollect his thoughts any further, Will leapt out of the bed. Just as he was about to run out of the room, a young female nurse appeared and came into the room, almost running into Will. She gasped, putting a hand over her heart.

"Oh! You scared me! Um… Hi William, it's good to-"

"Where's Emma!"

His voice came out rough, urgent, harsher than he had intended, but he didn't care. He needed to know that his Emma was okay.

The nurse gave him a sad look, not speaking. This wouldn't do for Will. This was killing him.

"Talk to me, PLEASE!" He grabbed the nurse by the shoulders, not even noticing how startled and intimidated she looked. "Why aren't I in the same room as her? Where is she? Please tell me she's okay!"

The nurse backed away from the desperate, unshaven man with bruises and cuts all over his face.

"Calm down, okay?" she said, her voice shaking a little. "She's alive."

A wave of relief washed through Will's entire body.

"But I'm afraid that's all the good news we have, William. She's in a severe comatose condition. We don't think she is going to be waking up any time soon."

And all the blood left Will's face again, the wave of relief disappearing as quickly as it had entered his body. His legs shook and he ran his hands through his hair.

"Take me to her. Now. I need to see her." The nurse nodded and said, "Follow me." She turned around and walked out the door, down a long corridor, nine stories up an elevator, down another long corridor, and into a room on the left. She gently opened the door, and Will followed her inside.

"I'll give you some space, okay? I'll come back in about 20 minutes." The nurse said, patting Will on the shoulder. She seemed to have forgiven him for his near-crazy behavior; she was probably used to it, anyways. "Um… just remember, William, she can't move or talk, she's in a severe coma. We don't know if she can hear you, but it's worth a shot so try talking to her."

Will slowly nodded, barely hearing a word the nurse said as she walked out the door, clicking it shut behind her. He took a step closer to the pale, unmoving girl in the bed. His eyes filled with tears and his throat closed up at the sight of her. She was lying on her back with two flimsy pillows holding up her head, which was bandaged from her eyebrows up. She had cuts and dark bruises all over her face and neck, and as he stepped closer, he could see that they were on her arms too, probably over her whole body. The bedsheets were wrapped tightly around her small body, and her head was rolled over to one side.

Will put a hand over his mouth as tears spilled over his cheeks, splashing onto his hand and down to his shirt. She looked so weak and forlorn, lying there unconscious on the bed, barely even breathing. She had so many tubes and needles hooked up to her; she almost didn't even look human. He pulled the sole chair in the room up to her bedside and sat down.

Emma's soft red hair was fanned out over the pillow, but some had fallen over her face, and Will tenderly took the ginger locks and tucked them behind her ear. He took her small white hand in his own and squeezed it lightly.

"Emma" he pleaded in a low, hoarse voice. "Sweetheart, please. Please wake up." He stared at her angelic, sweet face, willing her to open her wide bambi eyes and blink quickly like she always did when she was nervous.

Emma laid there, not moving.

Will let out a stifled cry as more tears escaped his sad eyes. He grasped Emma's hand with both of his hands and brought his face down to it. He held her limp hand to his lined forehead and he prayed. He prayed like Emma did when she was especially hurt or sad, or feeling hopeless.

Please God, let Emma get better. Please don't take her away from me. We have been through so much. She has been through so much. Her whole life, she's had to battle an illness, and finally she's starting to get a handle over it. She's finally starting to enjoy her life as she should. Please, God, don't do this to me. We have had so many obstacles as a couple but finally we are able to be happy and together with nothing stopping us. I want to spend the rest of my life with Emma, God. I want to start a family with her. I want to love her forever. Please don't take her from me, God. Please.

Will cried more than he had ever cried before, not even aware that the tears were streaming down his cheeks. He looked up at Emma's emotionless face.

"Emma" he sniffled. "Emma, I love you so much, honey." He took a few deep breaths to stop crying. If Emma could hear him, he didn't want her to hear him like this. After a few minutes, "Sweetheart… Everything is going to be okay. Everything will be all right. I won't let you leave me, okay? Do you understand? You will get through this."

He stared at her limp body dejectedly. All of a sudden, it came to him. The song. He gasped and he heard his own voice whisper, Take it slow, take it easy on me, and shed some light, shed some light on me please. The beautiful lyrics floated to Will on a cloud, and entered his heart without warning.

"I'll wait for you, Emma." He cried. "I'll wait however long you need me."

A few minutes later, a doctor rapped lightly on the door, then entered the room hesitantly.

"William Schuester?" Will nodded silently. "Hi there, I'm Dr. Carter. I'll be taking care of Emma, and you as well, but you seem to be feeling just fine" he said with a smile. Will tried to smile back, but his mouth denied him. The doctor took a deep breath.

"Okay, so I'm gonna give you all the details about little Emma here. She's your fiancée, correct? Okay, well she's in a deep coma, resulting from severe head injury from the vehicle, not to mention the other minor injuries she's received throughout her body. The other injuries are mostly just cuts and bruises though, not to worry. Now… head injuries are quite unpredictable, William. We can't know if she can hear us and unfortunately, we can't know if or when she is going to wake up. But we're working on it, okay? We're working really hard to figure out what's wrong with her." The doctor put a hand on Will's shoulder. Will knew the words needed to be said, but it just made him even sadder.

"I just… I just want her to get better, Doctor," Will croaked. "Whatever treatments you have, whatever surgeries you know…" Dr. Carter nodded with sympathy.

"I know," he said quietly. "Okay, now as for you, you came out quite lucky, with just a few bruises. No broken bones, just very minor head injury."

Will nodded, another tear sliding down his cheek. He looked up at the ceiling, as if he could see the whole sky. Why? Why am I perfectly fine? Why is Emma in such a critical condition and I get off easy? Why can't I be the one in the coma? Emma did nothing to deserve this.

The doctor's voice pulled Will from his thoughts. "We were able to contact Emma's parents," he was saying. "They said they would be here as soon as possible… they're supposed to arrive in a couple of hours."

Will stared out the window. "Thank you, doctor" he murmured. Dr. Carter nodded, understanding, and left the room. Will sat back down in his chair next to Emma's bed and began to talk to her.

"Em, I'm so sorry this happened. It's… it's all my fault. I wasn't paying attention, I was… gosh I don't even know, Emma, I'm just… I'm so sorry." His voiced cracked again. "I never meant for this to happen…. God, just 12 hours ago we were making out on the couch, remember? And you stopped of course, and I just wanted you so badly. Em… I'm so sorry. I never should pressure you into anything, ever, even the tiniest bit. You deserve so much respect, Emma."

Will rubbed her shoulder and continued to talk to her. He talked to her with such love, and such passion, hoping his desire and intensity would wake her up. He talked to her for an hour, until he lost his voice, and then fell asleep on the cold metal chair, still holding onto Emma's frail hand.

It will get happier, I promise! :) Emma's parents will make an appearance in the next chapter, and don't worry, Emma won't be completely absent from the story just because she's comatose. There will be flashbacks and such, so please don't give up on me! It will get better, I promise! :)