Roommates

36. Looking Up

Previously...
I close my eyes and start to picture inside my head me, Finn and our little baby. I picture us in a small flat, with baby toys all over the floor so much that you can barely get through without stepping on something. I hold on to this and let my mind drift away with it, because I can't stand being here alone.

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Friday
Finn's POV
I wake up at 10am eagerly. After staying up in bed for half an hour last night I came to the obvious conclusion that I need to sort myself out again. So today, I'm going to my two classes until 1pm and then I'm going to the hospital. I need to balance out my time, and that's what I'm going to try to do.
I get out of bed and actually attempt to properly dress myself instead of just throwing on a shirt and jeans and rushing to the hospital. I take my time to pick out a jacket and one of my polo shirts, and then just some regular black jeans. I brush my hair up as I used to, so my hair isn't all flat now. I decide I'll text Rachel at least, just let her know what's changing.

Good morning beautiful. I'm coming up to the hospital at 1 today. Need to catch up on some classes and make sure everything else is ok. If you need me text or call. I love you. Xxx

I slide my phone into the back pocket of my jeans and continue to get ready in the bathroom.

When I'm ready it's around quarter to eleven. I think my first class is at half past, so I decide to use my extra time to find my football coach. I need to make sure I don't lose my place on the football team. That means a lot to me. I go down the elevator eagerly and then rush off down the hallway towards the back field and the locker rooms.

Rachel's POV
I'm not sure what time it is when I wake up, but when I do I notice a figure sat by me on one of the chairs.
"Finn?" I ask tiredly, my vision still blurry as I rub my eyes.
"No, just me." I hear a familiar voice return.
"Natasha?"
"The one and only I guess." She laughs.
"What are..." I yawn. "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to see you before I'm let out."
I wake up slightly more as she says this and sit up in bed. "What do you mean 'let out'?"
"They're discharging me. I'm being let out on these crutches." She taps them quietly on the ground next to her. "They're really ugly, but if they'll help me to walk with a broken leg then it's the best I've got."
"Wow... so you're, you're being discharged?"
"Yep."
"When?"
"Like, today."
"Oh jeez." I widen my eyes. "I wish I could say the same for me."
She laughs awkwardly. "How have you been?"
"I'm alright. I started walking really slowly yesterday. But not that great."
"I guess your injuries are worse than mine." She says. She seems genuinely sorry for me. It's not the normal Natasha that I know, but maybe that Natasha wasn't the real one and this is? I don't know how I feel about our new 'friendship'.
"So why did you come to see me?"
"Just to see if you knew when you were getting out too. I want this all to just end soon so I figured if we were both getting out then it would just go back to normal."
"You make it sound like we're being let out of prison." I laugh.
"Hah, I guess so."
I look down. "So what exactly is going to happen when things 'go back to normal'?"
"I don't know. I guess we'll be back in class catching up with our work."
"What about Finn?" I ask the question I've been dreading the answer to.
"I'll leave him alone." Natasha looks down.
"I don't know if I believe that."
"I don't expect you to. I've been awful to you both, but I'm not taking a baby away from a family. It's not right, no matter how much we all might hate each other."
"I don't... hate you." I say.
She smiles. "Me neither. But I think Finn hates me."
"I don't think he does. He was worried about you according to Santana when he first checked up on us both."
"Oh." Natasha looks down and then shrugs. "Well I'll just leave you both alone when we go back."
I don't really want to just start hanging out with Natasha. Just because we've gone through a scary thing together, it doesn't suddenly make us friends. All the bad things she did haven't just faded away. So maybe just avoiding each other is best.
"Yeah, okay." I agree.
There's a silence, and then Natasha gets up on her crutches. "Well I hope you get better soon. I'll see you around."
"See you around." I repeat before she leaves. I take a deep breath. That was awkward.