AN: Just something I came up with randomly. Little bitty thing. Probably gonna keep it going. Enjoy!
"Are you sure you want to do this, Santana? This could very well end badly; you could die." The words fell from Sam's lips as he strapped Santana to the cold metal operating table. He buckled the leather belts around her body tightly, not giving her any space to move in. Any tighter and her circulation would've been cut off. She tugged warily at the bindings before craning her head up to look Sam in his worried gray eyes.
"I'm positive, Sam. Let's do this."
He sighed, not really wanting to use his best friend as a labrat. But she volunteered, and you needed a human test subject, Samuel, he reminded himself. He pulled on his rubber gloves and picked up the large syringe from the little stand he had set up. God, let this work, he thought, looking up briefly. He turned his head back to Santana and took a step closer to the table.
"Close your eyes."
She did as he was told, squeezing them shut tightly. She felt the cool, wet feeling of the alcohol prep pad being swiped across her pulse point. She felt Sam's icy fingers press down on the area for a moment, making sure he was in the right spot. She felt a sharp pinching feeling as the needle slid in, and then an oddly refreshing feeling before she fell unconscious.
Sam pushed the contents of the needle into Santana until there was none of the glowing blue liquid left in the syringe. He didn't notice she was out cold until he asked how she felt and got no response. He looked over and saw her laying limp on the table. He spun around and felt for a pulse. There was none.
"Oh God...I've...Santana..." He covered his mouth with his hand, backing up until he hit his lab desk. I've killed my best friend, he thought. I've killed Santana.
Santana felt nothing for while, not even her own breathing or heartbeat or anything. And then, everything his her at once. She gasped for air, ripping herself free from the binds of the table, and sat up straight. Her eyes flew open, revealing irises the same glowing aqua color as the antidote in the needle.
"Santana?" Sam asked cautiously. "How do you feel?"
One word was uttered from Santana's lips.
"Great."