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Rachel's POV
What was I meant to do? I knew I was meant to be doing something, at least. Maybe crying, screaming or fretting over his health.
But no.
I just sat there. Motionless. Just like him.
Quinn's POV
I couldn't believe it. The day Rach realises who she really loves, is the day that she could lose him. Un-fucking-believable. For about a second I had no idea what to do. I just sat there thinking about how destiny and fate always seemed to turn out to be a load of bullshit. I am not even kidding. My love life hasn't exactly been all smiles and laughter. Being dumped by the only guy who I instantly fell for. Sam.
But soon I snapped out of my trance. I was always the quickest one to recover, in any sort of situation.
Without another seconds thought I pushed Puck out of the car ordering him to find out which hospital Jesse was being sent to. We had to get there ASAP.
For Rachel's sake.
Puck's POV
I was storming past cars, towards the hospital. Now, neither Fabray nor Berry were questioning my speed. Poor kid. She may be a drama queen but Rach's doesn't deserve this. No one deserves this.
Looking in the mirror, I could see the vacant look on her face. Why wasn't she crying, or shouting at us? That was the questioning that was hanging thickly in the air of the beat-up truck. It was on all our minds. That silence, that stupor.
We could lose Rachel to it.
But with one shared look between Quinn and me, you could tell we had both made our decision.
We were not going to let that happen.
Rachel's POV
"Ohh for crying out loud! So what she's not family, what do you think she's going to do? Kill him? Steal him? Hold him up for hostage? This girl is heartbroken and it has been a dramatic night, so either let her go in or I'll scream and shout rape." I have always been able to count on the fiery blond standing in front of me. Thank God she hasn't let me down.
Normally I would have been laughing at the bewildered and frightened look on the male nurse's face as he buzzed me into the private hospital room, or asking Puck about why he can't keep his eyes off Quinn. But now?
I can't even cry for my dying boyfriend.
Did I just say boyfriend?
Oh God.
Why does my mind always have to go into speed-mode everything romance is on the cards? All these questions are doing my head in. I close my eyes for a second in a feeble attempt to make them all flutter away. I take a deep breath and grab hold of the silver door handle, slowly turning it. I walk in.
"Finn?"
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