Disclaimer:
First, I do not have ownership rights over Glee or the character names, only this particular story is an original work. Most characters and back story are based on developments made in the T.V. show Glee.
Second, there is graphic content in some chapters. Not all chapters will contain graphic material but some will; thus, this story is rated M.
Author's Notes:
This story begins in present time and then flashes back to lead the reader through the events that occurred that day leading up to the incident described in the first chapter. Every chapter will represent an hour of the day, the final chapter to be posted by 12am 1/1/12 MST (hopefully).
This is my first fanfiction so please leave feedback, rather criticism or complimentary.
10:45pm 12/31/11
There are lights overhead; I'm being rushed through doorways. What is going on I'm so confused; where is Santana? There are people all around me; there is such panic in their faces; where is Santana? Who are these people?
BANG!
I remember the sound and then there was darkness and now just bright lights and unfamiliar faces. I try to focus, I try to understand what's going on, where am I, where is Santana?
"Doctor her pulse is fading, we are losing her, we cannot lose another one tonight, we just can't, they are all too young!"
What is this lady saying, who is lost, where is Santana, where am I, what is going on? I'm so tired I just want to close my eyes and fall asleep; I can find my Santana in my dreams.
A deafening sound feels the trauma room as the monitor begins to give a steady, monotone beep.
"Doctor, she has no pulse!"
"Hand me the AED"
"Charging 200"
"push a round of epi"
"Clear"
Brittany's lifeless body leaps off the table as the shock surges through her. Beep beep beep.
"Doctor her pulse is back."
Brittany's eyelids flutter, the images around her are becoming slightly clearer, but what she sees confuses here even more, how did she get here, why is she in a hospital, and for God's sake where is Santana.
Suddenly she is very aware that something is wrong. She looks around the room; every face hovering above her reflects true despair, their eyes swarm with sadness and heart ache. Brittany has never been so scared as she is at this very moment. She turns her head from side to side desperately searching for Santana; she must be somewhere but where.
Oh my God, I cannot find her. The last thing I remember she was right next to me. There was all this commotion, people were running everywhere. Santana had grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards the exit, she was right there, right next to me, where is she now?
I need to sit up; I need to be able to search for her. These people need to leave me alone so I can find her. She is the most important person in my world without her I am nothing, I must find her.
Brittany tries to sit up; she struggles against the firm grips of the nurses and doctors surrounding her bed. She is able to crane her neck to the left, in the trauma room next to her is a familiar face but it is not Santana.
Kurt? What is Kurt doing here? What is wrong with Kurt? I saw him, I remember he and Blaine by the far door, they were having so much fun, why is he here? Is he okay?
Brittany continues looking left, unsure about what is wrong with Kurt. Further left she sees this pretty red-headed girl, they had English together.
Why is she here? What is going on, why is that nurse pulling the sheet over that girl's head. Wait….she can't be, she was so sweet and kind to everyone. What is going on? Where is Santana?
The doctors force Brittany flat again. They are asking her all these questions but her mind cannot process. There is so much panic in the voices asking these questions. Tears fill her eyes, she must have been imaging what she just saw.
There is no way that girl could be dead, she is just really cold and so the nurse pulled the covers all the way up, that must be it.
Brittany reaches for her abdomen. There is this pain there. When her hand touches her body it becomes sticky and wet. She pulls her hand up where she can see it, it is crimson red.
What the hell? Is that blood, my blood, why am I bleeding? Oh….my stomach it hurts so much! What happened?
Her voice cracks, silencing the room for mere seconds; "Please help me, where is Santana?"
Her eyelids flutter closing this time trying to remember where she was prior to this moment.
It's snowing outside, I can feel the wet flakes landing ever so softly on my cold skin. Wait why am I outside? Everything is such a blur; just a few minutes ago I was in my lover's arms dancing the night away. Now there is this searing pain in my side and I'm lying on my back and it's snowing.
There are flashing lights everywhere and I can hear people crying. What happened? The lights are not Christmas lights they are something else. There are fire trucks, police cars, and ambulances everywhere. What happened?
There are bodies on the ground lying on tarps. I know that guy, he threw a slushie in my face once. Why is he laying on the ground on that tarp, it's so cold outside. Next to him, I know that girl, she was his date. She was an annoying girl who was on cheerios with me. She looks so cold. Wait the guy next to her, that's the hockey player who ran against me in the election, there is blood all over his face. What happened?
"Get her to the hospital, she is the last one, all the rest are dead."
Brittany's eyes flutter open once again. "All the rest are dead." The statement haunts her thoughts. People died tonight, a lot of people. Those people on the tarps, they were not being load into an ambulance, they were dead, all of them.
"Fuck!" she screamed startling everyone in the room. "Please, where is Santana?" Her eyes filled with tears as she asked the question.
The panic swarmed inside her, she needed to know, was Santana one of those "All the rest" or was she at the hospital. If she was at the hospital, was she like Brittany or was she like the red-headed girl two rooms down with a sheet pulled over her head.
"I do not know where she is sweetheart, I will go find out, but please stay still while we work on you."
The voice came from her right side. She turned to see a nurse grasping her hand. The nurse was kind and gentle. Brittany knew she could trust her. Brittany nodded at the nurse, hoping her simple nod effectively communicated to the nurse that she did not intend on moving. And she didn't until the nurse stepped aside and Brittany saw Santana.
There she is I can see her. Oh thank God she is not one of the "All the rest." Brittany's heart leapt with hope for the first time since she awakened in the trauma room. She craned her neck, looking to her right trying to see more. Santana lay in the next trauma room, there were tubes everywhere and the blood, there was so much blood on the floor and all over San, and hanging in bags above her. Brittany's heart sank, San wasn't moving; she wasn't looking for Brittany or at Brittany. San's hands just laid there motionless, lifeless.
Brittany gasped for air, she couldn't breathe the world was crashing down on her. She had to get to Santana; she needed to be there for her, to hold her hand! She struggled to gain dominance over the hospital staff, to free herself from her bed but her efforts were futile. She was weakened and tired and clearly outnumbered.
The nurse who had spoken to her before was back. She pulled up a stool and sat in between Brittany and the window that lead to Santana's trauma room. She grabbed Brittany's hand and spoke. Her words flowed so softly from her mouth Brittany knew those words she knew they were not going to be good. She closed her eyes, her head swimming, she could not bear to hear what she believed this nurse was about to say to her.
Another gasp for air, it was so hard to breathe, too hard. I'm going to sleep now; I can find my Santana in my dreams.
The same monotone beep rang through the room.
"No! Doctor she was just with us, what happened?" "Her pulse is gone"
"Prepare the paddles"
"Charging"
"Clear"
