Rachel fell to the ground, Zeke falling on top of her. Detective Bridges holstered his gun and ran to the couple. Police officers swarmed the football field, breaking up fights and arresting everyone; they don't know who was who. Someone else could sort it out later.

Finn ran to the bodies, pushing Zeke off of Rachel. "Rachel!" he cried.

Detective Bridges leaned over Zeke, checking for a pulse. "He's still alive!" he yelled to the EMT workers behind him. They ran to the boy, working as quickly as they could to get him to the ambulance.

Finn pulled Rachel into his arms, wiping her hair out of her face. "Rachel?" he said again.

Rachel's eyes fluttered open. "I think," she rasped, "I've been shot."

Finn's eyes searched her body. "Where?" he said frantically.

"My shoulder," she whispered.

Finn held her up, turning her slightly to see her back. "Oh God, Rach," he said. The bullet had gone through Zeke and into Rachel. Blood from the wound was staining her shirt in an ever widening circle.

"It's not that bad," she told him, cupping his face with her hand. "I'm alive."

Finn looked at her, shaking his head. He looked at Detective Bridges. "She's been shot," he told the man.

The detective frowned and called for more EMT workers. "I'm sorry, Ms. Berry. He was going to pull the trigger. I had to take the shot."

Rachel tried to smile at the man. "You saved my life," she said.

A lone EMT came to Rachel and checked out the bullet wound. "I know it hurts, but we're going to get you taken care of in just a minute, okay?" Rachel nodded. The EMT looked at Finn. "Any bullet wound is serious, but this one is not life threatening."

Finn sighed in relief. "Thank you," he told her. She nodded and ran back to the ambulance she came in to prepare for Rachel.

"A lot of our friends are hurt," Finn said, looking at the detective.

Bridges sighed. "A lot of people are hurt, son. The National Guard has taken over Lima. We've set up emergency hospital facilities throughout the town." He looked down at Rachel. "I'm sorry to say that many lives have been lost."

Rachel looked at Finn. "My dads," she said.

Finn searched his pockets for his phone but discovered that he'd lost it at some point. "We'll call them as soon as we can," he told her. He was worried about his mom; he needed to call her too. He looked at the detective. "My brother is in a vent over Ms. Emma Pillsbury's office. His boyfriend is unconscious."

The detective looked surprised but nodded. "I'll send a rescue team over there right now. What are they doing in a vent?"

"We were trying to escape," Rachel said. It seemed like a week ago that she and Blaine had been crawling through the vents.

The EMT workers came for Rachel, loading her onto a stretcher. "I need to go with her," Finn said.

Sam came over to them. "I'll make sure everyone is taken care of," he told Finn, squeezing his shoulder. "You go take care of your girl."

Finn nodded, pulling the other boy in for a hug. "Thanks, Sam. For everything."

Pulling away, he ran to the ambulance that had Rachel in it and climbed in. He took her hand and smiled at her, leaning his head over to kiss her hand. "I love you," he told her.

He looked out the back of the ambulance window at the devastation on the football field; Sam was leading a group of EMT's to their friends. Finn was willing to bet that Sam hadn't mentioned his wrist yet; he'd wait until everyone else had been taken care of before he got help himself.

"Mr. Hudson, you have quite a bit of blood on you," one of the EMT's said. "Are you wounded?"

"I'll be okay," he told them.

"Finn, you're not okay," Rachel said, looking at him. She turned to look at the EMT closest to her. "He's not okay. He was hit repeatedly with a shovel."

"Rachel," he sighed, then shook his head. "Yeah, so I'm seeing two of everything," he told the EMT. "That's probably not okay, right?"

"Can he just lie with me?" Rachel asked them.

"Honey, with the loads we're going to be carrying tonight, a body would be lucky to only have to share a bed with one other person," the female EMT told her.

Finn didn't need to be told again. He moved to the bed, careful to get in on the side of Rachel's uninjured arm. "Hey," he said, looking at her.

"Hey," she said, smiling weakly.

"We made it."

"I knew we would."

"You got shot, though," he said, wincing.

"My nose actually hurts more than the bullet," Rachel told him. She fidgeted a little, then grimaced. "Well, maybe not more."

"The bullet had slowed down by the time it hit you," the male EMT said.

Rachel shuddered, realizing that it was Zeke's body that slowed it down. She looked at Finn. "I'm glad he's alive…but a part of me thinks that I would have been okay with him dying." She closed her eyes. "I've turned into an awful person," she whispered.

Finn kissed her head. "You're human, Rach," he told her. "You're allowed to be human." He grinned at her. "Think you'll start eating meat?"

"No!" she said, rolling her eyes.

Finn smiled. "It was worth a try."

As they rode through town they could see fires still blazing and hear people screaming. "It's not over yet, is it?" Rachel asked the EMT.

She shook her head. "It calmed down for a while, but when the National Guard got here a lot of people got worked up again."

"I hope our parents are okay."

Finn nodded. "They will be."

Rachel buried her head in his shoulder. "I'm so tired," she said.

Finn nodded, closing his eyes. "I couldn't believe it when our friends showed up," he said after a minute. "That was one of the greatest moments of my life."

Rachel laughed softly, the movement causing her pain. She moaned, then laughed again. "Crap," she said, taking a deep breath and then letting it out. "I thought Tina was going to use Artie as a battering ram."

"She could have. It works."

"I hope he's okay," Rachel said softly. "I hate to think of any of them being hurt."

"I'm worried about Tina," Finn admitted. "Whatever hit her knocked her out completely."

"Mike's in pretty bad shape, too," Rachel said. "And Blaine. I hope they find Blaine and Kurt okay."

"I can't believe Kurt climbed into the vent to be with him. He's terrified of things like that."

Rachel laced her fingers with his. "Our friends are so brave," she said. "We're lucky to have them."

Getting to the hospital, they were taken into different parts of the Emergency Room. The bullet was removed from Rachel's back, her arm was stitched up, and x-rays proved that her nose was, once again, broken. "Great," she muttered.

Finn had two cracked ribs, a mild concussion, a hairline fracture in his jaw and another one in his skull. "At least we get to spend the night together," Rachel said as she walked into their hospital room and sat down on his bed.

Finn wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down to him. "We need to check on everyone else, but I'm so tired," he said, absolutely exhausted.

Rachel nodded. The first place she called was her home. Not getting anyone, she called each of her dad's cell phones. Frustrated, she left a message on all three phones. She then called Burt, getting him. "Finn and I are in room 201," she told him. "Just come whenever you can." She listened, nodding. "I'm glad you're okay too," she said.

"What did he say?" Finn asked.

"His shop is completely gone," she told him.

Finn sighed, nodding. "I hope his insurance covers whatever this was."

"Me too," Rachel said, dialing Mercedes cell phone number. She left the other girl a message. "No one ever answers their phones," she complained.

"You sound like Kurt."

"I'm calling him next," she said, dialing his number.

"Hello?"

"Kurt!" Rachel said. "What's going on?"

"Blaine and I are on our way to the hospital," Kurt told her.

"How is he? Is he any better?"

"He was conscious for a moment," Kurt told her. "He just lost a lot of blood."

"Tell him I said thank you, will you?" Rachel said.

"I'll tell him," Kurt said. "Tell that big oaf of a brother that I said I love him and I'm glad he didn't die."

Rachel smiled. "I will. We're glad you didn't die too."

"I'll see you at the hospital, Little Diva."

Rachel hung up and turned around in the bed to lie on her side, facing Finn. "Blaine and Kurt are on their way, his dad and your mom are fine, and help has arrived for our friends."

"There's a funny feeling in my chest," Finn told her, yawning.

"What do you think it is?" Rachel asked him, her eyelids getting heavier.

"Hope," Finn said, drifting off to sleep.

"Hope," Rachel echoed, following him. "I like it."