Prompt: Dani had an accident and Santana's really worried.
Santana rubs her temples as she leans forward on her desk. The phone on her desk is ringing, and the sound is making her migraine worse.
Three whole days of little to no sleep. Three days of never leaving the four corners of her office, just because some stupid intern messed up a simple report. Now, she had to do damage control because the report turned out to be vital to a meeting with a very important investor.
She sighs angrily as she pulls the cord from the phone. The office falls into silence and Santana lets out her first smile in three days. The smile doesn't last long as something tugs on her heart.
Three days of being stuck in this room means three days of not seeing her girlfriend, who is also swamped with her band work.
Santana groans in frustration. She misses her so bad. She could actually hear the girl's glorious laugh echoing in the silence of the room. Maybe she's starting to hallucinate, going crazy with being stuck here so long.
She doesn't even know why she applied for this job. She was never one for corporate work, but something about the company's advocacy drew her in. Dani supports her all the way, but still makes sure she doesn't give up on her original dream of being a dancer.
Thinking about the blonde makes Santana miss her more. She pouts as she eyes the two towers of folders she still needs to file through. Once she finishes that, she could come home. She could come home to their quaint apartment in Brooklyn, sit with her head on Dani's lap in their extremely comfortable couch, as they watch reruns of The Vampire Diaries.
Santana suddenly feels a new wave of inspiration rise through her and she sits up straighter. She doesn't even like The Vampire Diaries that much, but the thought of spending time with her girl again is enough.
She's halfway through the first folder when Drew, one of their new interns, rushes into her office looking flustered. He looks at her with wide eyes, sweat pouring down the curves of his face. He's shaking, and Santana feels something in her gut twist.
She doesn't have to ask. He doesn't have to say anything more. He just says one name - her name - and she's bolting out of the door.
Her eyes are panicked and she immediately digs for her phone. The battery is drained and it won't open. Drew, who follows her with a synpathetic look on his face, takes the sim card held out towards him. He doesn't think twice in plugging it in his phone and handing it back to the Latina.
They reach the elevator, but it's taking too long. Santana doesn't have time to waste. She turns to the stairs, and skips down two steps at a time. She has no time.
Drew's phone powers up again and it buzzes with seven messages.
'Hi babe. Just got out of practice. Miss you. -xD'
'You hungry? I'm bringing you lunch, Miss Workaholic ;) -xD'
'Got us some takeout from that diner down the street. Make room for me over there, okay. Love you. -xD'
'Babe? Did your phone die again? You shouldn't let that happen. What if I get into an accident or something? Haha. Just kidding. -xD'
'Santana! Dani got into an accident! Hurry! -Rachel'
'Santana! Where the hell are you?! -Rachel'
'SANTANA LOPEZ! YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS IN THE HOSPITAL! WHERE ARE YOU?!'
Santana sees a drop fall on the touchscreen. She pauses midstep and stares. She just stares. She stares as the tears fall and sobs rake all over her body.
No, no, no, no. This isn't happening. Not now. Not her. Not Dani. Dani. No, it's not real. This is some kind of fucking joke. Dani's safe. No, it's not true. Oh, God, please, it's not true.
Santana barely realizes that a hand is now on her shoulder and helping her out to the parking lot. She doesn't care if she's crying in front of coworkers. She doesn't care if she's looking weak. She doesn't care about anything at all.
No, all that matters now is going home. Home to Dani. Home to the love of her life.
Santana bites back a scream. She's a screamer when she cries and Dani's often told her how honest it is.
She breaks free of Drew's grasp once she spots her car. She sprints to it.
Home. She has to go home.
She's in the driver seat, prepared to drive off, when Drew reaches her and shouts out the address. She knows the hospital. That's where Dani gets her insulin.
She drives. She drives like a madman. She thinks like one too.
And all the thoughts whirling around her head screams, 'What if she's dead?'
She doesn't want to think about it, but she knows it's a possibility. It's a possibility that makes her want to puke her guts out and scream, and just wake up from this horrible dream.
Yes. It has to be that. This is just a dream. A nightmare, more accurately. Dani is at home, strumming her guitar to a new tune in her head. And Santana's still at her office, the exhaustion finally getting to her.
She reaches the hospital and sees the red and blue lights of the police.
No. This isn't a dream. This is real. This is the hospital where her heart is currently being held in. That is Dani's second hand car on the back of the truck, looking like a tank rolled over it.
Santana doesn't cry as she exits her car. She doesn't cry as she approaches the receptionist. She doesn't cry as she walks down the white halls, the smell of sanitation wafting through the air. Her face is a blank mask, a look she's perfected in high school.
303.
The simple blue letters stare back at her. She reaches out for the doorknob and barely registers that her hand is shaking. It's shaking so violently that even turning the handle is almost impossible.
She doesn't have to. The door opens, and she's greeted with the shocked and visibly crying face of Rachel.
That's when she cries. She breaks apart in front of her best friend. She weeps as Rachel muffles her scream with her shoulders. She lets the tears fall as Rachel comforts her.
They stay like that for what seems like forever.
"She's going to be fine. She's going to be okay."
Rachel's mantra isn't that much comforting. She seems to be having a hard time believing it herself.
"I want to see her," Santana says, and she's mildly surprised that her voice doesn't crack. She feels Rachel nod as she's lead inside the room.
The sight of her girlfriend with tubes and bandages is enough to make her break again. Dani looks so fragile, so unlike the confident girl that told Santana that she needs a 100% sapphic goddess in Spotlight. Dani looks like she's on the verge of everything, yet nowhere at all.
Santana falls to her knees beside her girlfriend's bed.
"Please, wake up. I need you," she whispers. "I love you. This is so wrong."
There's no answer.
"Dani, please. Don't do this to me. I love you."
Nothing.
"See?" Santana pulls out a box from her coat pocket and slides the ring onto the limp girl's finger. "This wasn't supposed to happen. Dani, please. Don't go. Just wake up. Please. I love you."
Still nothing.
"I love you."