"Santana sweetie you have to make it."
"Come on San you can't die on me, keep fighting."
"Dear God, please let her live."
This was the hardest part of Brittany's job as a guardian angel. These people cared for her so much, loved her with all their hearts, and it was all up to Brittany to bring her back to them. She knew this woman well because Santana was her charge. She knew everything about Santana. Height, 5'4, eye color, brown, hair, black, age 25, address, 108 East High Street, Lima, Ohio, apartment number 214. She also knew that Santana needed to be helped fast or she would die. Santana was in a place called the in between which mirrored the living world exactly except, the only people in it were the ones hovering on the edge of life and death. She was shot in the abdomen while she was on the job working as a parole officer and was unconscious. One of her parolees was involved in a gang and when she went in to his town to see why he hadn't met with her that day; she ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time. Brittany knew this was not Santana's time to go, but she had to make a visit to the in between to convince her charge to keep fighting. Santana was giving up and Brittany needed to stop her. She decided to send in Santana's father who had recently passed away. With the presence of an angel in the in between, the dead could make themselves seen by the inhabitants. She spotted Santana lying in her hospital bed; she looked beautiful. Brittany had never seen this woman so radiant, she couldn't help but admire the flawless caramel skin and her black hair delicately lain around her head, she looked so at peace. Brittany decided it was time to send her father in before Santana go too peaceful and she passed on into death.
"Santana!" the man bellowed with a thick Puerto Rican accent.
"Leave me alone Papi, I am finally at peace."
Santana's tone was cold and angry but she had still yet to open her eyes. Mr. Lopez matched his daughter's tone in his response.
"How can you do this to your family? To your friends?"
"What friends? And tell me who in this family cares whether I live or die? I thought I was disowned due to my 'disease' or my 'phase' as you liked to call it. News flash I'm still gay and it's not going away even in death."
Her eyes were open now and glaring at her father. She had also sat up and turned to face him as he came closer.
"You are not dead yet Santana so do not talk like that."
Santana rolled her eyes at her father but her continued.
"I have gained a lot of wisdom since my life ended and the most important thing I realized is that I missed out on so much of your life due to my ignorance. I did not understand this lifestyle you living so I feared it. I let the fear overtake me and in fear I no longer opened my house to you. I love you Santana and I am so sorry I did not live to see the error in my ways, but please, give your mother and your siblings the chance to realize what I could only realize in death. You need to live to show them that you are the same Santana you have always been. The same determined, witty, loving, fighter that they loved. You need to live to be able to prove them wrong. And as for your friends, if you listen real close I bet you can hear them."
Santana closed her eyes that were now filled to the brim with tears, and listened hard.
"San, I can't do this without you. You have been there for me since I can remember. I need you to come back. You have to come back."
Quinn Fabray, her friend since elementary school turned to walk out of the room as Kurt Hummel, one of the lawyers that worked closely with Santana walked in.
Kurt sat down at the foot of the bed and said softly, "I know you don't like to admit it, but you are one of my closest friends and underneath that hard exterior you are one of the best people I know."
Noah Puckerman, Santana's coworker and best guy friend came in next.
"Well fuck Lopez you really did it this time. You just had to walk right through a gang fight didn't you? You are badass but not that badass."
Puck wiped a tear off his cheek and kissed his friend on the head.
"You better not die on me you bitch." He said as he walked out the door.
Next, one of her former parolees came in the room.
"Santana, you saved my life. I was on the wrong track but you saw the good in me. You didn't put up with my shit and you made me the person I am today. You were my stable rock in my hardest of times and I want you to live to be able to change more lives in the way that you changed mine."
Santana opened her eyes and nodded at her father. Unconscious Santana's fingers started to twitch.
"Oh my God! Nurse! Nurse! She is waking up!"
The parolee shouted out the door until two nurses and Santana's doctor Mike were in the room performing all kinds of tests on newly conscious Santana.
"Santana can you hear me?"
Santana's eyes fluttered open as she nodded.
"Yeah doc, I can hear you loud and clear."