Why God?
Why take Rachel?
Rachel.
The one who bakes cookies for the homeless.
The only one of us who had a plan on getting out.
The only one who would escape.
Now the only one trapped, a prisoner in her own body.
So I tell her.
I tell her that I admired her.
I admired her strength.
And I admired her courage.
But somehow.
Somehow all of us loving you.
It wasn't enough.
I'm sorry Rachel.
I'm sorry our love isn't enough.
But we love you Rachel.
All of us.
And thanks.
Thanks for telling me the truth.
But somehow, now.
Now you're to skinny.
So, now you're too skinny.
Your too skinny and, and your dying.
I tell her that I don't know how to grasp it.
I don't know how.
How to wrap my head around the fact that at the end of the day.
She won't be alive.
Because she only has a few hours left.
So hold on.
Hold on with all of your strength Rachel.
Hold on so everyone can say goodbye.
You're a beautiful girl Rachel.
You really, really are.
And by the way.
I think Quinn is jealous.
Quinn is jealous that you're so skinny now.
You beat Quinn.
Congratulations.
