"Oh," Rachel replied with a nod like she understood, but she didn't. She was just actually taken aback that he was so free with the explanation and not growling at her to piss off. She glanced at the patch again, deciding it actually made him look sicker than he already did because it emphasised the enormity of what he was dealing with. What he was actually saying was that he was sick enough to the point his body couldn't handle food anymore, and he had done that himself. It blew Rachel's mind that he much hate himself that much to have gotten that bad. Way more than she ever hated herself. "D-Does it hurt? How, um... how are you feeling?"

She just nodded again, quicker this time so he didn't think she was going to try and be a pushy bitch and negate his request. "No, no, that's fine. I understand. He should sleep, I don't want to disturb him. It was probably a long shot coming unannounced anyway. I'll just... go and leave you guys to it. I didn't mean to bother you," she said in a hurry and went to turn to leave, but caught herself. She stopped, and drew in a small breath to brush off her nerves and then hesitantly turned back to him. She swallowed to wet her throat that was trying to dry up from the anxiety and gestured a little with her fingers. "A-Actually, can I still come in for a minute? Blaine's not the only one I owe an apology to. I never thought you would ever want to hear it from me or believe I was genuine, but I... I'd like to try."