Judy looked up for the to many to count time with some hope that her daughter would be awake. When she first learnt of Quinn's accident, after being called by the paramedic she shot up off the couch placing her glass of Wine down. Don't worry, she had only taken a sip of it. She quickly put on the first pair of shoes she could find which ended up being a pair of bright pink luminous flip-flops. "Phew!", Judy said as she looked down to check her freshly painted toe nails were not wrecked. Her car bombed it down the highway, picking up a speeding ticket as she went before arriving at the hospital. By her surprise the ambulance wasn't even there yet.
Yes, she was the quick she beat the ambulance.
Judy hadn't left the same seat once and as she looked up from the clock at the time, 1:24am, she was craving to go home and get Quinn some things. She looked up again at Quinn. Her blonde hair fell onto her shoulders and framed her face well, her cheeks were slightly blushed and her pink lips looked as soft as a baby's bum.
"My baby...", She cried into the tissue that was damp from all the tears, before looking over at the white iphone that had also been rescued from the crash. Thank god! Quinn wouldn't have been able to live without texting Santana. Judy didn't want to leave Quinn and the only person who she could think to call was Santana. She ought to know anyway, the girls were best friends, so Judy thought. But, as the woman stood up and walked over to the phone she hesitated as to whether she should actually go on the phone. I'm not doing anything bad, Judy told herself as she reached out her hand to grab the phone, quickly pulling it back though when the thought of invading Quinn's privacy struck her mind again.
After taking all matters into account Judy picked up the phone and stirred at it blankly. "Great", she muttered to herself she had never been good with phones. Her fingers ran around the outside of the phone until she felt a small bump at the top.
Quickly pressing on the button Judy was taken aback by the wallpaper Quinn had, a picture of her and Santana lips connected together. Someone else must of taken the picture because the girls arms where by their sides and their eyes, stirring into each others. Judy just shook what she was thinking off her mind, Quinn wouldn't do that and besides it was like the girls where pouting, do girls do that now? Judy asked herself.
She slid her finger across the bottom of the screen before calling Santana.
Beep Beep. Beep Beep. Beep Beep.
"Quinn?"
"S-", Judy didn't even have time to finish her sentence before Santana butted in again.
"Quinn! Quinn! I thought something happened you never replied for ages, but then I thought you may-"
"Santana!". The Latina's eyes widened when she realised that it wasn't Quinn before Judy started to speak again. "It's Judy... I- Quinn... She...", Judy started to stutter before collecting herself. "She's in hospital-". As soon as Judy said that the phone was cut off, she pulled the phone away from her ear to look at the screen before back to her ear again. "Santana? Santana?"
"Where is she?! WHERE IS SHE?!" The sound of a Latina voice boomed around the hospital's reception as she ran slightly out of breath and flushed to the desk. "Where's Quinn Fabray? Please, hurry!"
The man behind the desk, must have been around 30, smirked at Santana before sitting up straight to look at her fully, "Wow, where have you been all my life?"
"Well for half of it, I wasn't born!" Santana shot back as she rolled her eyes.
"Feisty, I like it." He kept smirking at her and Santana was truly disgusted by him. Plus, the fact that he had greasy hair just made her want to gag all over him, so he had a excuse to wash it.
"I'm trying to think of a nice compliment but somehow nothing comes to mind." She slammed her hands down on the desk getting frustrated. He just smirked again and licked his lips. Santana now gritting her teeth lent over the counter gripping him by the collar. "Tell. Me. Where. Quinn. Fabray. Is. NOW!"
The receptionist started to stutter as Santana's grip tightened, "A-are you fam-ily?". By the look on her face he knew she wasn't going to answer that and he immediately reached out pointing down the hallway. "Room 204".
"Quinn...?" Santana shook her head when she realised that Quinn obviously wouldn't be speaking. she had just been crushed by a car. Santana looked to the other sleeping blonde on the green plastic chair and noticed it was Judy. She coughed awkwardly as she lingered in the doorway before Judy's eyes shot open.
"Santana!", her face lit up and she ran over to hug the girl. "Thank you so much for coming it means a lot". And before Santana could reply Judy was out the door, Santana alone with a sleeping Quinn.
She saw how beautiful she looked, even when she was asleep and had stitches across the top of her head she looked breath taking. "trust you Quinn, you can pull off anything, even stitches." Santana shook her head at her own behavior, she was disgusted in herself for acting like this. She made her way over to the chair next to Quinn's bed and gently grazed her finger tips on the blonde's palm.
Her bum didn't find the seat very comfy so the girl lent down next to Quinn's bed, her chin just resting on the blue blanket by Quinn's arm.
"I love you..." She mumbled slowly as her eyes started to tear up.
Half an hour passed of dead silence but Santana didn't feel awkward at all, it was like when they watched a film and Quinn falls asleep. Santana turns off the TV and just normally lies there listening to the pattern of Quinn's breathing until she fell asleep. But this time she couldn't do this because the beeping of the life support machine blocked all the thoughts out of Santana's head. She soon started to get bored though, she held Quinn's hand again and pressed it lightly with her thumbs. Before, planting a soft kiss onto Quinn's forehead being careful not to touch the stitching which sent a shiver up her spine every time she saw it.
"Santana?!"
She quickly looked up to the figure standing in the door, a quirked eyebrow and a wide mouth, "What the fuck are you doing here?"
