𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 • 𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚎

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It had been nearly four hours that we sat in the hospital. No updates. Nothing. It was tiring and nerve wracking to know that I didn't know anything yet. Surprisingly, I was more worried about her than Scarlett or Finn. I think that Finn just couldn't process what was going on and Scarlett just wanted to call Santana but her phone had died. I offered to give her, mine, but she said that she didn't want to kill my phone battery, in case I had to call anyone. 

Finn told me that he would call Lexie's parents, but I highly doubt that he did. "So...what did they tell you in that room that you went to?" 

"Um...that this entire thing is pro-bono--meaning it's free--and...there is a...um...seventy-five percent chance that she'll never walk again." 

Both Finn and Scarlett just stared at me. "Right, probably shouldn't have mentioned that. Let's just get back to hoping that she'll be okay, alright? And that she'll make it through the surgery." They both nodded and turned back to what they were doing. It was a while before someone came out to explain what was going on. 

"Okay, so...we did as much as we could, but we had to cover her up. She's still stable and everything looks okay, but there was a lot of damage so they're gonna go back in tomorrow. You can stay with her tonight, and as long as she stays stable through the entire night, then they can go back in tomorrow and finish." 

I turned to Scarlett and Finn. "You two, go to the hotel. You need to get some sleep. If anything changes, I'll call you, okay?" Finn just stared at me. "I can do it. I'm a big girl." He nodded and both him and Scarlett headed out to the hotel. I walked back to Lexie's room, trying to hide the fact that I was panicking out of my mind. She meant everything to Finn. If she died, because of his ex-girlfriend, you don't know the kind of self blame he would have for himself. 

Lexie was still connected to the machines in her room. "Oh god, Lex. What the hell did Rachel do to you?" I whispered as I walked into the room. I sighed as I walked over to sit in the chair that sat next to her bed. "I might as well catch you up on everything that's going on. You've been so busy with the play--sorry, musical--that you've missed a lot." 

"Um...Sam and I broke up. It's been, a few weeks. It's pretty boring and lonely without him in the apartment. I mean, Artie and Blaine never bothered me, but Sam was always there to make the most boring of times, fun. I haven't even talked to him. Um...listen...I really need you to not die, okay? Finn...he really loves you and I think that if you die, it'll kill him. And besides, I think that you and Finn will make great parents so...and I really wanna be the cool aunt, so do me a favor and not die, okay?" 

I looked at the clock that sat on the wall. "Ten-thirty?" I looked back over to Lexie. "Finn and Scarlett will be here in the morning...so...uh...I'm gonna close my eyes for a few minutes and I'll be awake before you go back into surgery tomorrow." 

And that's what I did. I closed my eyes and went to sleep, for what I thought was ten minutes. 

**

"A.J!" 

I was woken up by my entire body shaking. I rubbed my eyes and made out the blurry shape of Finn standing there. He handed me a cup of coffee. "What time is it?" My voice raspy. He looked at the clock. "Ten-thirty." 

"Ten-thirty?" He nodded. "Damn. I slept for twelve hours." He laughed a little. "Come on. They're getting ready to take her into surgery." I nodded and leant over to Lexie. "If you die, Alexandra May, so help me, I will stomp on your grave." 

I turned and walked out of the room. As Finn and I walked down the hall, we were both very quiet. "Hey, are you okay?" I looked up at him. "Yeah. I'm okay." It took me a minute before I started laughing. "How are you so tall and I'm so short? We have the same parents." 

"Maybe you just got the bad genes." 

"Bad genes? I'm the one that can dance." 

"Yeah, barely." 

I laughed a little. "I can sing. It doesn't matter if I can play the drums or dance or not, I can sing." He shoved me a little, nearly knocking me over. "Alright. You cannot do that. If you push me or bump me in a way, I will fall over." 

"Genetics, A.J, genetics." I scoffed. "We have the same parents, Finn. The same genetics. Things may be different, but I mean, we have the same blood type. We both have mom's brown eyes and dad's dark hair. I got mom's height, you got dad's height." He looked down at me. 

"Technically, siblings are the most different." 

I stopped and just stared at him. "That is not true. If anything, siblings are the most similar. Did you skip science? Maybe eighth grade science?" He just shrugged and the two of us kept walking. 

It was quiet between the two of us for a moment. "I'm scared." Finn mumbled as we approached the elevator. "Why?" He just stared ahead for a minute, trying to gather his thoughts. "What if...she doesn't make it through the surgery? What if she dies? We were planning a future together." I sighed. 

"Finn...sometimes, God decides to throw a monkey wrench in your plans because you're moving too fast. Alright? He throws it there to stop and slow you down. I mean, look at my relationship. We got together at the end of senior year and we had already moved in together. We didn't even have a discussion, we just did it. And maybe it wasn't the best decision I've made, because it caused us to break up, but that happens. And when the one monkey wrench isn't enough, he throws another one in your plans, putting you on a different path entirely. So, let's just hope that he doesn't throw this other monkey wrench in your life. Because, when you and Lexie have your kids, I'm gonna be at that hospital. I'm gonna be the first person before Mom or Burt to hold said child. I'm gonna be there. And you and Lexie are gonna be at the birth of my children. Because, unlike you, I already have names picked out. I have a whole Pinterest board on what their room is gonna look like, and I wanna be able to say 'Do you wanna go to Finn and Lexie's?' because that's what is gonna happen. Alright? God may throw monkey wrenches in our relationships, but he will never throw a monkey wrench into our relationship." 

He just stared at me. "You think so?" I nodded. "I told Lexie that if she dies I'm gonna stomp on her grave. She doesn't even let me in sit in your living room because she's afraid I'm gonna mess it up, do you really think she's gonna let me mess up her grave?" 

He nodded, telling me that he knew I was right. We walked down over to the waiting are and waited. 

We waited and waited and waited and waited for another four hours. It was the longest I've ever been in the hospital and boy did I hate it. Hospitals were never my thing, I mean, they were okay, but they always gave me a weird vibe and they never made anything feel right. 

Finally, the time had come for the doctors to come out. George and all of the other doctors that were working on Lexie came down. "Why don't we go into the conference room?" I looked back at Finn, who had a blank look on his face. 

"Oh my god. No...no. It's nothing bad." The one said. She turned to the other doctor. "Why would you say it like that? They're kids, Derek. You can clearly tell that they're scared." She rolled her eyes and smiled at me. "Come on." 

I nodded and both Finn and I followed them in. "Do you wanna wait until your friend gets here or should we just start?" I looked back at Finn. "We can tell her later, besides, she's the worst. I think it's best that we don't tell her yet." 

They all nodded. "Alright...well...her surgery went perfectly. Everything is back in order. All of her spine is back, no brain damage, and there won't be any scars." I chuckled a little, the tears coming to my eyes. "And the twenty-five percent?" 

"We'll check that when she wakes up, but I do believe that she will be able to walk again." I turned to Finn and practically whispered, "She's gonna be okay. He didn't throw a second monkey wrench." 

"He didn't throw a second monkey wrench."