Thanks for the reviews on the last chapter :)
A/N: The prolouge (the very first chapter) will be included in this chapter :)
Ready to find out what's wrong with Rachel? Will she be okay? Let's find out
Enjoy X
Finn was sat besides Rachel's side in her room. She had been out cold since she had collapsed outside the hospital. Thankfully, his screams of pure terror had attracted the attention of the doctors and nurses very quickly, so they were able to admit Rachel straight away. They had taken some blood from Rachel and he hadn't heard anything since. He sat in the chair, staring at Rachel. He was holding her hand, stroking it with his thumb.
'Wake up, baby. I need you' he whispered, kissing the back of her hand. The movement seemed to rouse Rachel a little, as she let out a small whimper.
'Rach?' Finn questioned, reaching up to stroke her hair lightly
'Finn? Where am I?' she whispered, as her eyes opened and she glanced round the room.
'Just give me a minute' he said, before he dashed to the door and flung it open. He poked his head round the door frame and saw a nurse.
'Nurse! Nurse, she's awake!' he said, before a pained filled cry reached his ears. He spun back round and saw Rachel attempting to sit up.
'Rach, no! You've got to rest!' Finn said, rushing back to her side and gently easing her back onto her back. Rachel frowned.
'What? Why? Why am I in hospital?' she said, her voice starting to get panicky as her fear escalated.
'It's okay. You collapsed in my house and I brought you here, so you could be in safe hands' Finn said, soothing her with his voice. Rachel nodded.
'Can I have a drink? It's in my bag' said Rachel. Finn nodded and reached into her bag, grabbing the water bottle and handing it to her. She drunk a long gulp, making Finn raise an eyebrow.
'Thirsty?' he questioned, making Rachel chuckle.
'Yeah' she said, screwing the lid on the bottle and placing it on her bedside table. She winced as she stretched and scratched her abdomen.
'You okay? You in any pain? Finn asked, seeing her moment. Rachel shook her head and smiled tightly. Just then, a nurse entered the room, checking Rachel's notes. She glanced up and saw Rachel was awake.
'Ah. Ms Berry, you're awake. That's a good sign' said the nurse, Lauren. Finn frowned.
'What's that supposed to mean?' he asked. Lauren glanced at Finn, before glancing back at Rachel.
'Rachel, are any of your family here? At the hospital?' Lauren asked. Rachel shook her head.
'I've called them. They should be here within the next hour or so' Finn replied. Lauren nodded and looked at Finn.
'Are you her boyfriend?' Lauren asked. Finn nodded
'Yep. Whatever is wrong with Rachel, you can tell me... Whatever it is' he told Lauren. Lauren sighed and nodded, before looking at Rachel.
'Rachel? Have you ever had a drink problem?' Lauren asked. Rachel froze.
'I had a bit of one, a few months ago, but, with the support of Finn and my family, I was able to stop' Rachel told Lauren, who raised an eyebrow.
'Were you? Truthfully' Lauren asked. Rachel nodded frantically.
'She said she has... I'm even a witness to that. Now, please tell us what wrongs with my girlfriend!' Finn said, only just managing to keep his calm. Lauren sighed.
'Well, we've ran some test and we're afraid it doesn't look good... I'm afraid Lauren has Hepatitis Alcoholica' Lauren announced. Finn looked at her blankly.
'Whats that?' he asked, failing to notice Rachel's expression.
'Hepatitis Alcoholica is liver damage caused by excessive drinking. Jaundice is what's caused Rachel's skin to turn to yellow' Lauren replied. Finn frowned.
'Yeah, but Lauren hasn't been drinking. She stopped nearly three and half months ago' Finn argued. He took a deep breath and asked the question he was dreading to ask. 'Is it deadly?' he asked, squeezing Rachel's hand in comfort.
'It can be... I'm not going to lie to you, because I can see how much you love her. If Rachel has between one to ten drinks... She will die' Lauren said. Finn recoiled slightly at the information.
'But, I don't understand... Rachel hasn't even being drinking! Have you?' Finn directed the last part at Rachel, who gripped his hand.
'No! I would never lie to you! You know that' she said. Finn looked at her and then back at Lauren.
'See!' Finn said. However, Lauren was looking a the water bottle on Rachel's bedside table.
'Finn... what's in the water bottle?' she asked. Finn frowned at her question, before realizing what she was looking at.
'Oh! Water' he answered. Lauren nodded and grabbed the bottle. Rachel's eyes widened and she lurched forward, going to grab the bottle. She cried out in pain as Finn grabbed her to stop her from herself anymore.
'Baby, calm down. It's aright!' he soothed her. Lauren unscrewed the bottle and sniffed, before nodding and handing the bottle to Finn, who frowned, sniffed and froze in his seat, before looking at Lauren.
'Vodka?' he questioned. Lauren nodded.
'Think we've found what caused all this. I'll be right back' she said, before she exited the room, leaving Finn and Rachel alone. Rachel was frozen in place on her bed.
'All this time?' Finn questioned. 'All this time, you've been drinking right in front of me! Me thinking it was water and that you had actually given up on the drink? Wasn't I enough to stop the drink?' Finn questioned, tears stinging his eyes as the truth dawned on him. Rachel hadn't stopped the drinking at all, not even after she promised him she would.
'I'm sorry!' Rachel cried.
'Sorry isn't good enough! You're killing yourself! You heard the nurse, one drink could kill you!' Finn cried at her.
'I know! I'll stop, I promise! I promise'
'Don't! Don't say that word. Don't say it if you don't mean it!' Finn said, making Rachel gasp.
'What do you mean?' she whispered
'I mean! Once you get out of here, you'll go straight to the nearest bar or club or off license. That's what addicts do, Rach. They think they can control but they can't!'
'An addict? I'm not an addict!' Rachel spluttered
'There you go! You can't admit it' Finn said, rubbing his hand through his hair, before looking at Rachel. 'I love you, but I can't trust you anymore. Unless you can prove to me, that you can stop, my trust in you is gone' Finn admitted.
'You're breaking up with me?' Rachel whispered, her voice shocked.
'I'm not breaking up with you, because you're going to need all my support to get through this... But I can't trust you anymore. I'm sorry, babe' Finn said, before he got up and headed for the door.
'Finn?' Rachel sobbed. He stopped and cocked his head to one side, a sign to show he was listening. 'please don't be ashamed or mad at me' Rachel whispered. Finn breathed in deeply and opened the door, ignoring Rachel's cry of his name as he shut the door behind him and headed into an empty waiting room, calling his Mum...
An hour had passed and Finn was sat in the waiting room, waiting for Kurt and Rachel's Dads to arrive at the hospital. He was pacing around the waiting room, where he had been since he walked out on Rachel. He couldn't get the image out of his head, seeing his Rachel lying there on the floor, unresponsive. He began to feel angry, angry at not been able to look after and protect Rachel. She was his girlfriend and he was suppose to love her (which he did, so much) and protect her from everything, and he couldn't even do that. The door opened and Kurt and Carole entered the room, Carole rushing up to give her son a hug.
'Oh Finn, my darling... She's going to be okay!' she reassured him, rubbing his back. Finn sniffed and pulled away, walking away from his Mum and sitting down with his head in his hands.
'How do you know that?' he snapped. Kurt rushed and sat next to his step brother.
'She'll be okay, Finn. It's Rachel. She's get better because she knows that I've got tickets for Wicked in New York for us... and you know that's she's been wanting to get her hands on them for ages' said Kurt, pulling three tickets from his pocket and showing them to Finn, who glared at him.
'And I see now isn't the time to be talking about that, okay' said Kurt, putting tickets in his pocket. The room was tense, before Kurt decided to do something. He clapped his hands and dragged Finn to his feet.
'Right, we're going to get some Starbucks Coffee and a frozen yogurt' said Kurt, making Finn turn to him
'I'm not going anywhere until I know Rachel isn't go to do anything stupid!' Finn growled. Kurt raised his eyebrow.
'She's in a hospital with nurses and doctors, she's pretty safe. Now I know you haven't eaten or shaved for nearly 24 hours hours, because your breath smells like stinky gym socks and your skin looks rougher than sandpaper rubbing on wood' said Kurt, making Finn stutter in protest.
'Son, go and get cleaned up. Get refreshed and then you can come back... Rachel will need you to help her through this when she starts to realize the consequences of her actions' said a voice from behind Finn. The Hudson-Hummel clan turned to see LeRoy and Hiram Berry (Rachel's Dads) stood in the doorway.
'I can't. I'm scared something will happen if I leave' said Finn, his voice breaking. LeRoy sighed.
'Finn, she needs you, yes... But she'll want you be well' LeRoy said. Finn sighed and rubbed his face with his hands.
'Fine. But I'm coming straight back' he warned them, before allowing Kurt to drag him out of them, muttering about what razor is best to get rid of the stubble what had grown on Finn's face, and what moisturizer would be good for his skin, which Finn loudly protested to. LeRoy and Hiram stepped into the room and shut the door, blocking out Finn's protests.
'Howse Rachel?' asked Burt. Hiram sighed and sat down, LeRoy sitting next to him, putting his hand on his arm. He sighed, before replying.
'Not good. She's got Hepatitis Alcoholica...'. Carole smiled sadly at Rachel's Dads. She knew all about addiction, and what it does to people and their families.
'LeRoy, Hiram. I know exactly what you're going through. Addiction is difficult and she's going to need a lot of help and support to get her through this... And I promise I will do everything I can to help you guys through this' she said.
She had already lost Finn's father, she wasn't about to let Finn lose anyone else who he loved and admired, not if she could help it...
R&R :D xx
