Nov 30, 2016
I wish I could help you all. I feel your pain and see you struggling, but I'm at a loss. I want to fight your battles so you don't have to, so you can rest. Hold tight, know I am here, and use me for the little I am good for.
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I wish I could help you all. I feel your pain and see you struggling, but I'm at a loss. I want to fight your battles so you don't have to, so you can rest. Hold tight, know I am here, and use me for the little I am good for.
I'll Be Your Crying Shoulder.
Finn: This couldn't be good. It was odd for Rachel to text him this late - normally she would be sleeping because of her early morning routine - and it was even worse that she needed him to come to the hospital. What did she do or what could have happened to her? The last time he saw her she was perfect and normal and happy. Now she seemed the complete opposite. Quickly snatching his keys, he threw on the first t-shirt he could find and walked downstairs. Since he didn't know if he would be coming back or if Rachel would want him to spend the night with her, he quickly scrawled out a note for his mom to read tomorrow morning. There was no way she would be mad if she knew that Rachel needed him. Carole really liked Rachel. His truck's engine quickly turned over and he was off to the hospital. He turned a normal twenty minute drive into a five minute drive. Anybody would do that if they knew that their best friend was hurt. Even though he didn't know how or the extent of her injuries, she wanted him and he was going to get there as quickly as he could. Finn pulled into the first parking spot he found, not caring if he was straight or not, slammed the door, jogged into the hospital. "East wing. I need 451 in the East Wing," he told the first nurse he saw. She pointed him in the right direction and he took off. It was a quick stair climb and a left turn, but he made it to Rachel's room. Nothing looked like it was wrong with her. She didn't look hurt. There was no cast or anything; she just looked like she'd been crying .... a lot. He nodded at her fathers - Hiram was the only one that acknowledged him because Leroy looked way too upset to talk, which terrified him - and then directed his attention towards her. "Hey," he said lightly, taking a few steps towards her bed when her dads didn't do anything. "I ... How're you doing?"