Brittany was late to Santana's by 10 minutes. It wasn't her fault she had a late start this morning. Cuddling with Lord Tubbington took longer than she expected and it was already 11 am by the time she made it out of bed. Pulling her hair back in a messy ponytail, Brittany hurried to the bathroom and brushed her teeth quickly, ignoring her cellphone ringing in the distance.

"Where the hell is she?" Santana whispered as she plopped down on her bed, wondering what was making the blonde so late. They were supposed to go to the movies and sit in the back so they could make out while everyone was watching a chick-flick.

Brittany rushed out the door and hopped on her motorbike and and fumbled with the helmet, making sure it was securely tightened. Humming, she started the bike and took off. Santana's house was closer to the city than her's and it was about 10 minutes away. She came to a stop light and waited for the light to turn green. She sped into the middle of the intersection, only to be met with a truck running the red light and colliding into the side of Brittany.

Car horns beeped and people yelled until they noticed the sight in front of them. Brittany was thrown from her bike, a good 5 feet. The trucker stumbled out of his vehicle, obviously intoxicated. Police and ambulance sirens sounded off in the distance and the scene became very dark.

Santana was becoming worried. It had been at least an hour since Brittany was supposed to arrive, and she hadn't been answering her phone. "This isn't funny Britt," Santana thought. She started to pace around her room, waiting for Brittany's smiling face to appear in her door. Her phone started to buzz and she quickly picked it up, bewildered to see the contact. It was Brittany's mom.

"Hello?" Santana answered.

"Hi Santana, It's Mrs. Pierce. There's been an accident with Brittany," she sounded upset and Santana could hear people sobbing on the other end of the line.

"What? What kind of accident?" Santana asked. Tears began to run down her face causing her eye makeup to run.

"She got hit my a truck while riding her motorbike. She's in the hospital in critical condition. Get here now! Please hurry!"

Santana raced to the hospital, trying to refrain from sobbing. She made her way to the ER unit, stopping to catch her breath once in a while because she was running so fast. She saw Brittany's parents in the distance and she jogged over to them.

"Where is she!? Tell me! I have to see her! Please!" Santana broke down.

"She's in critical care right now sweetie, we can't even see her," Mr. Pierce looked down at his feet, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. It seemed like hours passed until Brittany woke up. She had been in a coma for what seemed like 10 hours.

"She's awake," a nurse said quietly. Santana brushed past her and into the room, only to find a severely bruised and injured Brittany lying in bed. She had broken both of her arms, a leg, and she had bruised a coupled ribs. Her hair was red with blood and scratches and bruises lined her face. She was still the sweet, angel faced Brittany, but disheveled.

"Brittany, baby, are you ok?" Santana placed her hand on Brittany's forehead. She felt the urge to kiss her but she thought it wouldn't be a very good idea.

"Who….Who.. Who are you?" Brittany whispered through tears.