I know that you guys probably really really hate me for not updating in over six months and leaving you with that cliffhanger and I'm really sorry. I promise that I'm getting back on track with my fanfics like The Four New Warblers and Facebook with a Drop of Cherry. I'm not sure about Through Thick and Thin yet but possibly that one too. Anyway, I apologize for the wait and I am EXTREMELY thankful for all the wonderful reviews.
On that note, the lyrics at the beginning of the chapter are background lyrics, no one is actually singing them. It's like in those movies...Yup...
Anyway, the show must go on. So, without further ado, the long overdue Chapter 3. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any music that I use.
If that goddamned machine does not stop fucking beeping I swear to fuck that I will put my fist through it myself, Rachel thought as the insane and continuous beeping of the machine gave her a major headache. She would like nothing more than to sit up and punch the stupid thing until the screen cracks and it shuts the hell up. But of course she couldn't because, well, she was unable to move.
The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events
Rachel tried to remember what happened and why she was even in a freaking hospital and why the hell couldn't she move. She tried so damn hard but couldn't remember anything other than the song La, La, La by LMFAO and being with Mike. Everything else was just a distant, unclear memory.
This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
It's not so pleasant
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
Rachel suddenly remembered why she hated hospitals so much. The smell, the too clean smell was a bit unbearable. It was truly torture to make someone stay in a hospital, a place of injury, a place of mourning, a place of death. Lives were broken and destroyed in hospital. They were the most terrible places on earth.
The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
The brunette wondered how she even got here. She definitely wasn't at a hospital with Mike the last time she checked. Speaking of the Asian, where was he anyway? Was he alright? Was he even in the hospital with her? Or was he the one that he called the ambulances to take her away after a particularly tragic accident? Either way, she would have to deal with not being able to get the answer at the moment because she was still unable to move because she was so damn numb.
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relax
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relapse again
She tried to get herself to calm down and push away the thoughts at the moment. She had time to think about all of that later, she had time to grip the situation later on. Right now, the best thing for her was to sleep. They always said the best cure is to sleep it off. Whoever they were and whatever 'they' were curing.
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back, bababada
You can take the kid out of the fight
She floated into sleep, first staring off floating on clouds. Then, like someone changed the station, she was in the passenger seat of Mike's car, singing along to La, La, La while Mike started at her in disbelief. She was laughing and then the scene suddenly switched to her in a dark space, Quinn and Finn just an arms length away. They both smiled at the brunette with sharp teeth and charged towards her, closing the small space that was previously between them. Just as Quinn opened her mouth wide, it changed again. She was back with Santana and Brittany, who were apologizing to her. Then, all the sudden the scene changed and then changed again. And then changed again and again and again. Scenes from her childhood staring coming back to her, with her daddies helping her reach the monkey bars at the local park.
Rachel heard a faint cry, "We're losing her, we're losing her!"
You're a regular decorated emergency
You're a regular decorated emergency
Like before, Rachel was floating on clouds but this time, they were black instead of a fluffy white. She felt a jolt and she fell off the cloud she was floating on and hit the moist, grass-filled earth with a bang! The ground underneath her feet started to dissolve as she picked herself up from the hard fall. A bright light was left, nothing but that bright light.
This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
Rachel could barely hear several sighs of relief and a person say, "She's back." Once again, she could smell the god awful sterile smell of the hospital room and the beeping of that motherfucking annoying machine again.
The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
The nagging thoughts of before returning with a vengeance, spinning and swirling in her mind like a hurricane that had just formed. Where was Mike? What happened to him? What happened to her? And who the hell called 911 or brought her to this goddamned place? Why couldn't she get any answers to her questions?
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back, bababada
You can take the kid out of the fight
Rachel tried to thrash around to try and signal that she ready to wake up but it was a lost cause; her physical state wasn't ready but her mental one was. No matter how hard she tried her body just needed to rest but her mind was too frantic. She needed a mind sedative, stat.
You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again
Her eyes were just about to peel open when all the sudden she heard a lot of commotion in her hospital suite. There was yelling, demands and threats. There were a mix of voices: deep male, high female, nasally voices and even a high male. Rachel knew exactly whose voice the high male's was and she mentally smiled at the thought of him. Oh how much she missed him.
You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again
Questions were shot out from everywhere. "How are they?" and "What happened?" accompanied by "Where's Mike? Is he in surgery?" The word 'surgery' made Rachel shudder mentally. She hated the thought of Mike getting surgery because of an accident she couldn't remember but was sure that it was her fault.
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back, bababada
You can take the kid out of the fight
At one final attempt to open her eyes, Rachel succeed slightly, being only able to open them about a millimeter. She could feel the white lights melting away her cornea. She tried hard and she got them open fully, thank the heavens. People noticed and started to crowd around her bed, falling silent.
The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events
She was afraid to speak and just stared back at her guests and her nurses and her doctors. Through a small space she could see the messy, empty bed next to her own. There was a figure shaped on the bed that was left behind from the person who had previously occupied it.
"Where's...Mike?" she said, her voice hoarse.
Everyone shared sidelong glances and faced the brunette again. A nurse, one with a blond bun and purple scrubs, said, "Mr. Chang's in emergency surgery. His condition is critical."
Rachel just stared by at the nurse like she just kicked a puppy. No, more like tortured and murdered five puppies right in front of her, forcing her to watch just to see what her reaction would be. "He's going to be okay, right?" she asked in a small voice, sounding like a five-year-old.
The nurse looked down and murmured, "We're not certain yet."
Rachel had the urge to scream, cry, kick, shout and just die right there all at the same moment. She never wanted to see Mike Chang's handsome and flawless face more in her life at that moment. She wished that she could reverse time and go back before the accident happened and prevent it from happening so Mike didn't have to suffer. He didn't deserve to suffer.
Instead of screaming, crying, kicking and shouting, Rachel blacked out because of the overwhelming wave of guilt that washed over her.Song credit: Camisado - Panic! At the Disco
Again, sorry for the long wait and the shortness of this chapter. I just wanted to put something out. Next chapter will be longer and feature different point of views, including Mike's (hopefully, I'm sure yet).