Author's Note: This is a rewrite of a fanfic I started a couple of years ago called Paralyzed. Although the plot of Finn being paralyzed is still the same, it'll be very different; mainly in that I making this a Finchel fanfic, instead of Fuinn. That's right, I'm now a Finchel shipper and now since we'll never get our Finchel happy ending I felt I should make this a Finchel fanfic. This fanfic is dedicated to Cory Monteith; RIP Cory; you will never be forgotten!
Also this takes place during season 2, shortly after the Hudmel wedding.
It's as if he's in some sort of dark tunnel; he can hear people talking to him; as if he's asleep but yet he knows there are people standing right beside him. He hears some type of machine that seems to beep almost continuously.
"Finn, sweetheart, we're right here," he hears his mom say. "Burt and I are right here beside you."
"Finn, do you think you can open your eyes?" a man with an unfamiliar voice asks him.
He opens his eyes and sees his mom's face and his new stepfather, Burt and some tall, balding man he doesn't recognize who's probably in his early 50s, wearing green scrubs. Where am I? What happened to me? He opens his mouth to try to talk, but realizes he can't because there's some sort of tube down his throat.
"Sweetheart; you're in the hospital. You were in a car accident," his mom says gently. He tries to lift his left arm up but his mom stops him saying, "No, Finn, you can't really move this arm; you have an IV in it."
He then tries to lift his other arm, but Burt stops him by gently holding his arm down, preventing him from trying to touch the tube down his throat, which he desperately wants out because he wants to know what the hell is going on. "Finn, you can't touch that; you have a tube there that's helping you breathe."
"Finn, I'm Dr. Siegel, I'm the doctor who operated on you shortly after you got here late last night," the strange man says. "As I've already told your parents, your surgery went as well as it possibly could."
I had surgery; last night? What happened last night? What's wrong with me? Am I going to be okay? Finn thinks to himself as he once again tries to lift up his right arm to try pull out the tube down his throat that's preventing him from being able to talk and finding out what happened to him.
"Finn, you can't touch that;" Burt tells him again. "If you keep trying to pull it out, they'll have to put some kind of restraints on your arms to hold them down and I don't think you'd want that."
Finn doesn't know if it's because he all of a sudden feels a sharp, shooting pain down his back or if it's because he's scared and confused and just doesn't really understand what's going on but he all of a sudden he starts to cry.
"Honey, I know you're probably confused and a little scared," Carole says. "But everything is going to be okay." Carole says trying to sound positive; being a nurse herself though she's pretty sure that Finn's life will never be the same.
Yeah, that's definitely not a good sign; nine times out of ten that means everything is not going to be okay.
"Hey Finn, you think you can squeeze my hand?" Dr. Siegel asks him, as he places Finn's right hand in his own. "I want you to squeeze my hand as hard as you can."
Finn tries to squeeze Dr. Siegel's hand as hard as he can but has to admit that it takes every bit of strength he has to barely even squeeze his hand a little bit.
"Okay, good, good," Dr. Siegel says. "Now I know you have an IV in your other hand, so I'm only going to ask you to squeeze my fingers, but I still want you to squeeze them as hard as you can," he says, as he makes his way around to Finn's left side.
"Good, Finn, good," Dr. Siegel says, as Finn squeezes his fingers. "His grip wasn't necessarily very firm but he was able to squeeze with both hands."
"Oh that's good," Carole says.
"Finn, how about you feet and toes? Can you try to wiggle your toes for me?" Dr. Siegel asks.
Finn wiggles his toes…at least he thinks he's wiggling his toes. Both Carole and Burt notice that Finn doesn't even seem to realize that he's not moving his toes at all; he seems to be still oblivious to the fact that he's paralyzed.
"Finn, are you in any pain?" Dr. Siegel asks him.
How the hell I am supposed to tell him that there's a sharp shooting pain down my back when I have a freaking tube down my throat. His frustration just makes him start to cry even harder.
"I'll have one of the nurses give you some morphine for your pain once you get to your room," Dr. Siegel says. "Mr. and Mrs. Hummel, do you have any other questions or need anything else before I head out for now?"
"I don't think so, just thank you; thank for everything" Burt says, sincerely grateful that Finn had such a great doctor and that his surgery went as well as it possibly could.
"No need to thank me, as I told you right before Finn went into surgery, I tried my hardest to repair the damage to his spine and spinal cord as best I could; now we just have to wait and see how well it worked. " Dr. Siegel says. "Anyway, like I said, it shouldn't be too long until some nurses come and transfer Finn up to his room on the pediatrics floor. I'll be up in few hours to check on him and try to do a more thorough examination and evaluation then."
As Finn hears Dr. Siegel talking to his mom and Burt, he tries to comprehend what he's saying. It's when he hears Dr. Siegel say "damage to the spinal cord" that Finn realizes something: Oh my gosh, I can't feel anything below my waist; I can't feel my legs! Oh my God, I'm paralyzed, aren't I?!
Finn manages to keep himself together until Dr. Siegel walks out of the recovery room; practically the second he's out door though he breaks down crying and the tears fall uncontrollably from his eyes.
"Hey, sweetheart; it's okay; you're okay," Carole says as she places her hand on his forehead, trying to comfort him.
"Yeah, Finn, you're going to be okay," Burt says, trying to reassure him.
He knows though that if he understood correctly what Dr. Siegel said to them that his life would probably never be the same.