"You're right, it sounds crazy right after I just watched Blaine die and I've been visiting Kurt's grave every week for five years!" Mercedes sobbed out when the shock started to ebb away in favour of feeling like her heart was breaking all over again. She realised Puck might not want to deal with this right now, but she felt like she was rapidly losing it and she just had to pause for a minute to try and maintain a grip on her composure. It was a miracle she even still had it now. Her hands were shaking as she covered her face with them, till hearing that buzz of the heart monitor ringing in her ears. "He looks so small on that hospital bed. So small and... and still, with tubes hanging all off him after it was too late. He was gone before they even made it to the hospital..."

She dropped her hands down to look at Puck again, even if his image was blurring up with the waves of tears. "I-Is he okay? How is he? Can I see him? Please, can you take me to him to see him? Even if this is all just some weird dream I'm going to wake up from, please, please take me to him so I can just see him one last time."