Standing in front of Santana's hospital door, Brittany took several deep breaths, attemping to convince herself that Santana is okay, but it helped to some avail. Placing her slender pale hand on the door know and slowly turning it, Brittany's preperation did not help her for what she saw. What did she see? She saw Santana, her leg and and arm in a cast, her upper torso all wrapped up, her forehead had butterfly stitches to hold the big cut together in order to heal faster. The worst part was that Santana looked pale, her skin drained of her natural Latina glow, Santana's energy didn't feel like it was welcoming Brittany, matter of fact, Brittany couldn't even feel her energy or presence at all. It seemed like Santana's body was just there and her mind and essence was somewhere else. Walking up to Santana's bed, Brittany saw that Santana was not only broken, but she appeared smaller and vulnerable, not brave, strong, or fiesty, just small, broken and vulnerable. Taking a seat next to her hospital bed, Brittany took Santana's unbroken arm, placed a kiss on the top of her hand and for the third time that day, she cried her eyes out hoping that any minute, the love of her life would wake up to pull her away from this nightmare she's living.

As Brittany dried her tears, she saw the flowers everyone got her. Flowers from Quinn, Rachel, Puck, Mr. Schue, and everyone else in the glee club. The next thing she saw were get-well cards by the dozens neatly aligned in rows across the little counter, probably by Mrs. Lopez being the perfectionist she is when she is worried. Brittany turned her head slightly to the right seeing a chair with a gigantic teddy bear from her cousins and medium-sized teddy bears surrounding the chair. Brittany smiled to herself, knowing that Santana maybe a cruel bitch, but once you get to know her and she returns the offer by letting you in, she is a hell of an awesome person and the glee club, including Brittany was grateful for that. She grabbed her bag and pulled out Santana's old stuff teddy bear and placed it next to Santana's sleeping form. As the teddy bear was placed next to Santana, she adjusted herself and held her teddy bear like she always did when she was a little girl. Brittany smiled to herself. Even though Santana was hurt and broken, her actions are still the same, no matter what. She took this time to admire Santana's will to stay alive, she imagined Santana in armor, fighting her way through everything she is currently encountering. Brittany also remembered that Santana would always help her fight her troubles in and out of school, life, her love life, everything. Santana was truly Brittany's female knight and shining armor. The doctor walked into Santana's room and saw Brittany looking at the sleeping girl with the most loving eyes he has ever seen.

"Hi, I am Santana's doctor and long time family friend. I'm just here to check how she's doing." The doctor said giving Brittany a warm smile.

"Oh. Is Santana going to be okay?" Brittany asked the doctor.

"So far, yes. She's a fighter I'll tell you that. Broken arm, leg, and ribs, a blow to the back of her head and a few stitches on her stomach and she is okay. Just needs to get a lot of rest." The doctor said checking Santana's heart moniter and IV bag.

"When do you think she will wake up, doctor?" she asked holding Santana's unbroken arm.

"In a couple of hours or so. Maybe tomorrow. She took quite a hit to the head, there might be signs of amnesia when she wakes up." The doctor said with a sad look upon his face.

"What's amnesia? Is it a type of cat?" Brittany asked tilting her head to the left, giving the doctor a questioning look.

"No. Amnesia is when someone forgets about their life and everyone in it. It's due to traumatic damage or physical damage, especially to the head." The doctor said.

With that, the doctor left for Brittany to be alone. She just sat there speechless, thinking that as soon as her best friend wakes up, she won't even remember anything let alone her. Wiping away her stray tears, she looked at Santana's sleeping face, her scowl wiped away, her tan skin pale, her lips chapped and several cuts graced her beautiful face. At first look, you won't even know that it's Santana. All you see is a pale, broken girl that has had some bad luck. All Brittany could do right now was pray her hardest that Santana would come to, with her memory intact. Brittany then looked at Santana feeling her shift around on the bed. She saw Santana's eyes start to flutter open. Brittany tried to stay quiet as possible letting Santana take in her surroundings and observe her closely as possible to see if her mind was intact or just flat out messed up. A few seconds later, Santana finally laid her eyes upon Brittany.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you suppose to be sucking face with Puckerman?" Santana asked harshly remember the previous event that happened before she got into this hell of a mess.

Without saying anything, Brittany threw her toned arms around the Latina with a smile on her face. She was happy that Santana was okay and alive, she was happy that Santana still had her memory. Most of all, she can finally go on and love Santana again. As Brittany was about to kiss Santana she felt Santana push her away not gently, but roughly. Shocked the blonde looked at Santana with sad eyes trying to comprehend as to why she would do that. She opened her mouth to speak, but was immediately cut off by Santana.

"Don't touch me." Santana said.

Those three words pierced Brittany's heart like a dagger. Her shiny blue eyes begin to water. Never in her life has Santana ever talked to her with such harsh words. Staring at Santana, Brittany reached out to hold Santana's hand, but her hand instantly recoiled back as Santana slapped it away. That caused the tears to come cascading down her pink rosy cheeks. Reaching out for Santana's hand again, Brittany was faced with the same results, a slap to the hand.

"Sanny, stop it. I just want to hold your hand." Brittany said through her sobs.

Santana looked at Brittany with anger piling up inside her. She didn't want to forgive Brittany. Instead, she wanted revenge for Brittany making her heart break into a million pieces, but she couldn't bare it to hurt the blonde that much. All she can settle for is to rebuild her walls the Brittany tore down, but this time stronger and better.

"I don't want you touching me. I don't want you anywhere near me." Santana said looking at Brittany for the first time with a look of hatred.

"Sanny, please. I just want to hold you. Please." Brittany sitting on Santana's bed.

Brittany being Brittany tried once again. Instead of trying to hold her hand she snuggled close to Santana hoping that she can feel her warmth and her scent of cinnamon. She enhaled Santana's scent, but she didn't feel the warmth, Santana felt cold. Brittany frowned, usually when she does this, Santana would melt in her arms and cuddle with her, but this time, it's not working.

"Sanny, just ple-." Brittany said, but was suddenly cut off by Santana's harsh words.

"Don't call me that. My name is Santana, not 'Sanny'. Grab your stuff and leave this fucking room." Santana said jerking away from Brittany's touch.

Shocked, Brittany recoiled back fully. Santana always let Brittany call her "Sanny" only her. She never snapped like that either. Without thinking, she pressed her lips against Santana's, hoping that she will kiss back, to feel the Latina's warm tongue trace her lower lip before asking for entrance to her mouth. But nothing. Santana pushed Brittany back refusing to fall for her again. Refusing to have her heart brokem, refusing to be second best to Puck or Artie. Santana saw the shocked and hurt look in Brittany's crystal blue eyes. She did her best to stay strong and neutral.

"Santana, I'm sorry. Just let me make it up to you. I'll do anything." Brittany begged looking straight into Santana's dark brown eyes that seems to be unreadable.

"There's nothing you can do that will make me forgive you. Throughout our entire time dating, I only kissed another person once, and he kissed me, I pushed him back immediately and told you about it. But you cheated on me repeatedly! You got drunk and got a fucking hickey from Puck! I caught you making out with Artie and you were impregnated by the manwhore himself Puckerman! I stood by you through everything, your morning sickness, your stupid cravings, everything. And you repay me by forming feelings for Puckerman and sucking face with him while I was in the fucking hospital trying to fight for my life." Santana said letting out all her pent up anger.

"Give me one more chance, Santana. I'll do anything to win your trust back. Anything. I love you." Brittany pleaded hoping for a second chance.

"If you're willing to do anything then grab your bag and leave the hospital and never look back. I want you out of my life. I want you to just be a memory, not a feeling of pain. I want you to go to my house today and get rid of everything that you left there. Because when I get back, I want anything that reminds me of you gone, forever. All the pictures, all the gifts, every single thing." Santana said trying her best not to lose her temper.

"I'm not leaving. I'm staying here, you need me." Brittany said trying her best to be strong, but desperately failed.

"I don't need you. I don't need a person that broke my heart. The only people I need are my parents, not you!" Santana said not bothering to hold back the venom in her voice.

With that, Santana laid down on her bed and fell back asleep with ease. Being awake for that long was tiring, but arguing with Brittany just got exhausting. Brittany seeing Santana asleep peacefully with some color restored into her skin, she decided what to do next. Stay here and make sure Santana is okay or go home and throw away all of their memories together like Santana asked. She decided to walk over and sit on the little recliner chair, made herself comfortable and quietly cried herself to sleep, thinking about what Santana said to her a few minutes ago. Drifting off the sleep, Brittany dreamed of her favorite dream, being with Santana at her house cuddling and watching stupid reality T.V shows. As for Santana, she dreamed of her future, a future without Brittany, a future with a wonderful career.

A/N: What do you guys think? Been stressed out a lot lately so it was fun using that as fuel to write this chapter, especially with Santana building up her walls again. Review and let me know what you guys think! :)

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