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Chapter 6

Finn had to stop feeling sorry for himself. He wasn't the one who got shot. He wasn't the one who had to deal with Jacob. He wasn't the one in the back of the ambulance, fighting to stay alive. No, he was just the person who had to witness all of the above. He was just the person who had to see Rachel suffer.

And that was what hurt the most.

Finn picked himself off of the ground and walked towards his truck. He slowly pulled open the car door and slid into the seat behind the wheel. He had some driving to do if he wanted to catch up with Rachel.

After what seemed like hours of driving (it was only a mere ten minutes in reality), Finn pulled into the parking lot in front of the emergency room and raced through the doors. He saw a mob of doctors and nurses running in one direction and, before he had the chance to think, darted after them.

Soon Finn saw what all of the medical professionals had been so frantically rushing towards. It was Rachel. She was lying on a stretcher, motionless. For a split second Finn thought that maybe she didn't make it, his heart sinking at the idea, but then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed her head turn in his direction. Rachel gave a faint smile, acting like a silent thank you. Caught up in the commotion, she rolled her head back so that she was staring at the ceiling and at the flurry of doctors trying to help her.

The atmosphere could be best described as chaotic. Doctors were shouting instructions at nurses; nurses were scurrying around, trying to get the necessary materials.

"Entry wound, upper right abdomen," one shouted, trying to be heard above all of the excess noise.

"Pulse 115, she's starting to go into shock!"

"Start an IV and get her two units of O, stat," another ordered.

"Call the OR. We have to get her in for an exploratory laparotomy right now."

Several doctors began rolling Rachel away. As she passed him, Finn caught a glimpse of her pale figure. She was lying so still, now too tired to even call out to Finn. He tried to catch her hand as she was being hurried away; he missed. Finn could hardly wrap his brain around this. Absent mindedly, he followed the flow of doctors to wherever they were taking Rachel.

A nurse who was standing nearby held out her arm, preventing Finn from going anywhere.

"She needs me," he argued, pointing at Rachel who was being whisked away. If he didn't go now, he wouldn't know where Rachel would be.

"No, what she needs is her doctors," the nurse retorted, trying to hold him back.

"Please, just tell me what's going on! Where are they taking her?" Finn begged. The nurse could see that he cared for this girl and tried to be as sympathetic as possible.

"They're taking her in for surgery. I can't tell you all about it right now, I'm sorry. Go stay in the waiting room. A doctor will be with you soon." The nurse left, running after the group of doctors working on Rachel, leaving Finn alone and confused.

He stumbled into the waiting room area and waited for his brain to process everything once more. One thing was clear. He needed to contact her parents. But how? He didn't know their number; he didn't even have a phone.

As much as Finn hated the thought of doing it, he had to go back to the crime scene, to Rachel's house. He knew Rachel's dads probably left some way to contact them somewhere in the house. He wasn't sure when they'd be back, but Rachel was in the freakin' ER! Of course they had to know. Finn decided to muster up enough courage to go back.

He climbed into his truck and unenthusiastically drove back to the Berrys' house. On the way there, Finn began contemplating about how he would break the news to her parents. "Hey, your daughter just got shot" didn't exactly roll off the tongue. However, Finn found himself drowning in his thoughts; he was so concerned for Rachel that all of these "what if's" found their way back into his head. What if she died on the operating table? What if she had amnesia? What if he never got the opportunity to see her again, to hear her laugh, to just be with her? What if..what if...what if...?

Finn pulled into the driveway and, after parking his truck, slouched in his seat. He couldn't bear to go into the house where it all happened. After taking a few deep breaths, Finn forced his feet to move. Step by step, he came to the front of the house. The door was still wide open; no one had bothered to close it after the ambulance arrived. Finn hesitated for a brief moment, but then resumed to enter the house.

He stood in the doorway, remembering that just a few hours ago he was so much more naïve and clueless. In just a few short hours, everything had changed. He had changed.

Finn strutted inside the house, reminding himself of the task at hand. He had to find some way of contacting the Berrys. As determined as he was, Finn couldn't help but notice the blood stains on the couch where Rachel had been moments before. He turned his head away, looking down at his feet in order to escape the sight.

Finn made his way into the kitchen. He sighed. This was where they had their little flour fight before—well, before their world came crashing down. There were still tiny mounds of flour scattered all over the linoleum floor, not to mention the unfinished bowl of pizza dough that was still sitting on the countertop. Finn wished he could turn back time; things had been so simple then, so happy, so carefree.

God, get a hold of yourself, he thought, annoyed at his weak, pitiful self, Stop being such a wuss! Just find the Berrys' number and then you can get the hell out of here.

Looking around the room, Finn spotted a note taped onto the refrigerator door. It read:

To our little star,

We'll be home soon. Don't forget to water the plants and to always keep the house in a nice shape (that means no parties). We know you'll be a responsible young lady and make us proud. Another thing, remember to always lock the doors whether you're at home or not. Safety is key.

Finn scoffed at this point. That didn't exactly help much did it? he thought, still fuming over the situation. Jacob found his way in through the stupid window. Finn tried to get rid of his irritation as his eyes continued to scan the letter.

We will miss you dearly. Good luck with your schoolwork and Glee club. We know how much you love it. With much love, Dad and Daddy.

Right below their signatures lied exactly what Finn was looking for: contact information.

Finn picked up the house phone that had been discarded on the ground and dialed the number as seen on the note. The Berrys weren't picking up. By the sixth ring, Finn had almost given up until he heard a "hello" on the other end.

"Hello?" the voice repeated, "Rachel, is that you? Hello?"

Finn finally spoke, "No, Mr. Berry. It's Finn, Rachel's friend."

Hiram Berry was the one answering the phone. He replied, "Oh yes, Finn. I remember that name. Rachel has told us a lot about you."

She has? What did she say? he wanted to ask, his curiosity peaking. No, get back on track. Finn tried to refocus himself and was just about to talk again until he was disrupted by Mr. Berry's voice coming through the other end.

"So Finn," he said, "Why did you call?"

Crap. He never did think of what he was going to say. "This isn't going to be easy for me to say, Mr. Berry," he started.

"What's going on?" Finn heard another male voice; it must have been Rachel's other father, Leroy Berry.

Finn decided to continue, "There's been an accident involving your daughter."

"Is she alright?" Finn could hear the concern in Hiram's voice.

"She's in surgery."

The other end went silent. After a few quiet minutes, Finn heard Mr. Berry talk once more.

"Finn," addressed a stern voice, "Tell us exactly what happened."

Finn began his lengthy story, beginning from when he had first arrived to their house for vocal practice to what had happened with Jacob to coming back from the emergency room to find their numbers. He didn't notice it at first but he soon realized that he was shaking while reciting the story all over again; it was like reliving a nightmare. After he had finished his tale, he waited for Rachel's fathers to say something, anything. It seemed as if her fathers were in shock.

"We'll be back as soon as we can," Hiram told Finn. "C'mon Leroy, hurry, get the car ready. We're going back to Lima now." Mr. Berry spoke into the phone once more, "We'll be there in two hours, tops."

So Rachel's fathers are on their way!

I'm not totally pleased with this chapter; it focused mainly on Finn and his way of grieving the whole time. I just thought this chapter was necessary in terms of how Rachel's fathers found out about the whole Jacob incident. I'll try to make the next chapter a little more interesting and fluffy :)

Next chapter will most likely deal with Rachel's outcome and some Finchel love…with an unexpected surprise! Please review! :D They make me giddy…like more than usual.