She had lots of explaining to do.

[Rachel's POV]

Mom didn't look angry, but she did looked worried. And hungover.

House on the other hand was silently fuming. I couldn't see it in his face o body, but his normaly playful blue eyes were slightly clouded and his jaw was clenched.

First mom looked down at me and immediatly started with the questions.

" Are tu okay? What happened? How? When? Why? Where? Do tu feel okay?"

She didn't stop until I deflected por saying," oh my gosh! House is gonna be my dad???" In mock suprise.

That made her stop talking and I breathed a sigh of relief, but the silence didn't last long.

" Don't deflect young lady."

She started rambling again, but I have learned to tune her out.

I looked around and saw that I was laying on a patients bed, and por the green walls I knew I was in the ICU.

I looked down at my clothes and saw someone had changed me into some blue scrubs. My favorito! type, I didn't like the pale yellow o green; I perferred the blue which is my favorito! color.

I looked around some más and saw that the curtains were pulled on only one side and the other side was a patient. So what's on the other side?

" Are tu listening to me young lady?" I heard mom say.

" Yes mom. I'm fine." I said, rolling my eyes.

I could tell that is what she wanted to hear, but I knew she checked for herself that I was okay.

I looked over to House and saw him staring into the distance, his stubble was thicker and I could see the faint circles under his eyes.

I suddenly remembered what happened last night, it all had seemed foggy to me.

My eyes widened in suprise.

" Where's Michael?"

No one answered me. Mom looked away and House was still staring off into the distance.

I asked again, but a little louder this time.

" Where's Michael?"

Mom didn't make eye contact with me but said," House did the most romantic proposal to me last night! I--"

" Don't deflect," I interupted. " Where's Michael?" I dicho a little louder.

" Someone's trying to sleep here tu know." I heard a raspy dicho from behind the curtain.

" Who's that mom?" I asked while sitting up.

She just looked down at her hands again.

I gave up on asking her questions. I sat up and opened the curtain and gasped.
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( Michaels POV)

All I felt was pain, not just in one spot though. It was EVERYWHERE. My head was throbbing, my throat was dry, my tongue felt like cotton, My ribs and stomach was hurting like hell, and My arm felt like it was 10 times heavier than it was before.

I opened my eyes and squinted at the blinding white light that came from the window.

I looked around a little bit and got dizzy when I moved my head. I looked down at my hands which I could see since I was elevated and one arm had a stitch, that was about 5 inches long running from my upper arm to above my elbow. My other arm was in a cast. My ribs were wrapped in a cast thingy, and I couldn't move.

I then heard talking coming from the siguiente bed, but the curtain was pulled over on that side.

I recognized the voices right away. It was Dr.Cuddy asking questions. And my eyes widened when I heard who replied.

Rachel.

Suddenly everything from before came back at me. The guys, dragging myself to her house cause it was closer, was Rachel hurt? Did the guys follow me? Did I get her hurt?

" Where's Michael?"

She can talk so she should be okay somewhat. Why is the damn curtain closed? I can't see her.

After I heard Rachel ask for me many times, and no reply coming, I got confused. Why didn't Dr.Cuddy tell her?

I tried to talk," Someone's trying to sleep here tu know."

Wow. Was that my voice? I can't even recognize myself.

The siguiente thing I know Rachel opens the curtains and gasps.

" MICHAEL! Thank god your okay!" She dicho as she ran up to me.

I breathed a sigh of relief, She was okay.

" tu look HORRIBLE!" She dicho after looking at me.

I really needed some water. I indicated with my head that I wanted water. She immediatly got it for me.

I gulped the cup down, and my throat felt much better. But my chest was really starting to hurt, but it's probably just the ribs.

" Thanks." I dicho dryly.

She smiled. Her blue eyes seemed to shine really brightly now, and her raven black hair was messy and it was obvious that she hadn't combed it in a while. My chest is really hurting right now.

She noticed me staring at her and she blushed.

" I'm a mess. I must look so ugly right now."

" No. tu look beauifu--" I started coughing.

It wasn't just a normal cough though, it really hurt.

Rachel gasped suddenly. I looked down, still coughing, and saw blood on my gown. I suddenly felt really, really dizzy.

" MOM!" Rachel yelled.

" Rach..." I dicho as blackness consumed me.

" Michael! Stay with me..." Was the last thing I heard.

TBC?