Hi people, this is my first story here. Just trying out if I'm talented enough to write. I know it's a short chapter, but it's a start only. Please review and tell me what you think!
This is ridiculous, Santana thought to herself. I'm Santana 'Satan' Lopez. What is wrong with me?
Santana stood in the visitors' bathroom of Lima's hospital. She was looking at her reflection in the mirror, staring back at her with something like fear in her eyes. This was nothing like her. Something like fear didn't exist in Santana's life.
She decided to wear that purple jacket that normally made her feel like the world was hers, but today it didn't work. Shit. Okay, I should really get upstairs now, I told her I'd be here five minutes ago.
As slowly as she could, Santana made her way out of the bathroom, and decided to take the elevator, even though she had to be on the third floor. She needed this extra time to prepare herself.
When she was waiting for the elevator (and that took a while), she thought a little about how she heard what happened. Of course she knew parts of what was going on, but when she found about how bad everything really was, she mentally kicked herself several times for not doing anything before, or at least to be there. That was talking afterwards, but she still felt a little hopeless.
Santana was startled by the doorbell. She sat buried in between all her med school books, trying to cram some more anatomy in her head. This wasn't the right time for her to have any visitors.
'What the hell are you doing here, Quinn?' she said slightly annoyed when she opened the door.
'Well, hello to you to, Lopez' Quinn said, smiling. Though there was something in her eyes that made Santana worried. 'Did you read my message?' Quinn asked. 'Yeah I did, but as you can see, Fabray, I'm a little busy in my fortress of anatomy books', Santana snapped.
Quinn laughed as Santana lead her further into her room, motioning her to sit down.
Quinn and Santana had been good friends since they met each other a few years ago at a dance class. They were still in highschool then, but Santana was a first year med student now, and Quinn was in her third year to become a nurse. She worked a lot in the hospital to do her trainees and together they liked to discuss some weird patients Quinn had been treating at the ward where she worked.
The two girls knew most things about each other, so also other friends who are important to the other. They liked to hang out with each other's friends a lot.
'So what is so important that made you stalk me?' Santana said with a grin. 'Are you pregnant? Or did Finn finally propose to you?' she laughed. 'No, I told you, we're going to get married AFTER we both finish our nursing training' Quinn said. 'Well, I was at work yesterday, and that ridiculous man in his wheelchair who thinks his wheelchair spits fire, managed to grab the keys of the medicine cabinet and threw them down the toilet while I was helping him get back in his wheelchair'. Santana laughed, and encouraged her to go on.
'So I had to get the spare keys, downstairs at Security. While I was waiting..' Quinn hesitated.
'Quinn, what is it?' Santana said, getting a little nervous, seeing Quinn like this. She normally didn't act that strange, even when she told Santana that she admitted her grandma to the hospital a few weeks ago, which was awkward because they recognized Quinn, but they didn't recognize her.
'Well.. did you know Brittany is in the hospital?' Quinn blurted out. She looked to Santana, waiting for her reaction. Santana's eyes widened in shock. Subconsciously she probably expected this to happen, but now it really was, she didn't know what to do or say.
'Oh no.. oh fuck! This is bad, Quinn. Last time I saw her, she already looked so terrible, you know, when I got my diploma. She was there for her brother. Oh no.. why does this have to happen? Her family Is already traumatized, she is, and now this happens.. How does she look?' Santana asked, actually not sure if she wanted to hear Quinn's answer. 'She has got a feeding tube in her nose, so that already says it's bad. But she looked.. broken. Like a bird unable to fly and sing or something. She's so small, and you can see her veins through her skin. I'm sure she recognized me, but she looked like she didn't want to be seen. But I thought you had to know' Quinn whispered the last words.
Santana couldn't get rid of the image Quinn had put in her head. She wasn't sure if she wanted to see Brittany, it would probably be scared, but she had to be strong and show her friend that she was there for her.
Not wanting to scare Brittany by just turning up in the hospital, she wrote a card with a letter to let her know she was in hospital and that she was there if she needed her.
A few days later, during a lecture about how to treat a patient, Santana's phone buzzed. She quickly put it from the desk in her lap, and unlocked her phone to see the longest text she ever got:
Hey Santana, thank you so so so so much for your sweet card and the letter! I can't stop myself from smiling now =D. I think Quinn told you I'm here? She saw me on Saturday.. I'm sorry I didn't tell you myself.. I hope I'll see you really really soon! Big hug, love Brittany.
Santana was trying hard to blink away the trail of tears that had formed in her eyes. She didn't know for sure what made her so emotional about this text, but she was sure of two things: she was visiting Brittany and she liked the fact that Santana wanted to.
So Santana quickly texted back:
I'm really happy you're still smiling! Yeah, Quinn told me, but she was scared she'd be in trouble, 'cause she works in the hospital. How are you feeling? Would you like me to visit you? Xx Santana
It took only a few minutes to receive another message from Brittany, telling Santana she didn't feel really good, but that she'd love Santana to visit her when she had the time. So it was decided, although she was scared in what state she would find Brittany at the hospital, that Santana would visit Brittany that week.
The elevator beeped, and slid open. Santana stepped in slowly, not sure what she would find in the hospital room, and if she could keep a straight face and act her part well when it was bad. She had bought a fluffy duck in the little store in the hospital, because she knew Brittany really liked ducks, and she thought flowers or chocolates would not be a subtle present to give Brittany right now.
Too quick for her liking, the elevator arrived at the third floor. Santana sighed deeply, and stepped out of the elevator onto the ward where Brittany was staying. From her times working in the hospital as a helper for the nurses, Santana knew Brittany would be at the end of the ward, in the room for teenagers. Her feet seemed to become filled with led when she walked down the ward as slowly as she could. A few steps before showing herself to the last room on the ward, she stopped. Calm down, Lopez. You wanted this yourself. Another sigh, and Santana slowly stepped through the door of the ward.
Fighting for her life
