Rachel slept. She slept, her entire body feeling cold. She shivered and shuddered on the bed, pulled the covers around her as she slept without even realizing that she was doing it. She wasn’t really aware of anything she was doing since she was, in fact, asleep. She couldn’t be aware. She just lay under the covers, her body shuddering the entire time. and she stayed like that for a long, long while, just passed out asleep as she lay underneath the covers, her body trying to fight against the infection that was spreading through her thanks to the scratch she had received. And then the inevitable happened. Her body started to convulse as the infection started to spread through her body. Her body moved in ways she never thought it could, her limbs contorting, her body flopping around like a fish out of water. It was probably the worst thing to experience because even in her dim haze she could feel the pain but she can also imagine that it must have been very horrible to watch. But she had never watched that happen before. She hadn’t ever seen anyone convulse the way her body was. She was afraid she was actually going to end up breaking a bone. But somewhere in the back of her head she knew she might not wake up anyway so even if she broke her bones it wouldn’t really matter. She would be dead and dead bodies have no reason to worry about broken bones.
All of a sudden her body stopped convulsing. Her body stopped convulsing all together and she just laid still, her entire body still shivering, still shaking from the fact that her body was trying to fight off the infection inside of her. And then, all at once, she stopped breathing all together. Her body stopped shaking, her body stopped shuddering and it just lied still. There was no movement; there was nothing to indicate that there was any life left inside of her. Her body just laid there on the bed beneath the covers though they had moved during the convulsion so they were pooled around her waist, her entire torso exposed to the cool air, her hair a mess beneath her head, one arm slung over her head from the way her body had been shuddering. She just lay there looking almost peaceful, almost like she was just sleeping. And if she was still breathing she probably could seem to be sleeping. But her chest was no longer rising and falling.
Puck sat there the entire time and just watched her. There was nothing he could do to help and it was probably the most painful experiences without actually feeling any pain. That didn’t seem to make much sense but none of anything seemed to make much sense to him lately. Every once in a while he would adjust the covers, make sure that she wasn’t totally dying just for his own peace of mind. She wasn’t exactly aware of anything, at least that’s what he figured, so it didn’t matter all that much. Watching her though, it got harder with each passing moment. It was hard watching someone you loved in that kind of position because he did still love her. There was no one else he ever loved and even through all of their shit he loved her more than anything in the world, next to Caroline of course. He was just so glad that Caroline wasn’t old enough to know what was going on with Rachel; it would scar the poor child for life.
Once she settled down and was lying still he readjusted the blanket on her and just looked at her. For a couple of moments he just thought that she had drifted off into a sleep minus all the convulsions. He knew better though. He had senses that told him otherwise and even to the naked human eye it would have said otherwise. “No,” he whispered to himself, his face totally blank as he picked up her hand and just held it. She wasn’t breathing and he knew what that meant. He didn’t know what to think so he just didn’t think anything at all. It was safer that way, for the moment at least. If she was truly dead like he suspected then he would have the rest of his life to think about everything, a few minutes of mindlessness wasn’t going to hurt anyone. “I love you and I’ll always love you,” he managed to get out, giving her hand a squeeze as he looked down at her.