The drive to the hospital was short, but the journey seemed much longer than it was due to the unbearable silence within the car. The only sound that would ever break said silence would be the odd sniffle from Rachel, or Brittany. Not Santana. Her face seemed set in stone as she focused on the road and tried desperately not to let her mind wander to the thought of her best friend lying in some bed unable to move. She just chewed at her lip as she pulled into the parking lot. Rachel jumped out the car before it had even pulled to a stop, spotting Judy Fabray outside the door. She ran over to her and some form of relief washed over the older woman's face. Her mascara had created a faint hue beneath her eyes, and her thin hands were anxiously fumbling with one another.
"Rachel." She greeted in a breath, pulling the girl in to a warm embrace. "Beautiful dress, is a congratulations in or-" Rachel pulled out and shook her head gently.
"Never mind about that, Miss Fabray, where's Quinn? Is she okay?" Rachel near snapped at the woman. "Sorry.. I just want to know what's happening." A hand met her shoulder and Rachel once again fell into her arms. The woman rubbed her back gently and a soft sob escaped from the tiny brunette. Over the past few months, a near-maternal bond had formed between the two. Quinn had never wanted to be pandered by her mother. She required distance. Thinking space. Quinn loved to spend time alone reading a book in her room. Judy despised the attitude and mistook it for a lack of bond between them, but ever since Rachel had starting visiting Quinn more frequently due to their new found friendship, Judy had been in her element. Rachel thrived at the prospect of people having an interest in her, and liked the fact that when the woman asked her how her day was, she wanted a genuine answer. But to Brittany and Santana's eyes as they clambered out of the car, the sight seemed completely alien.
"Since when did they get close?" Brittany asked as she turned to Santana. The girl, her girl, was leaning against the car, hanging her head and shaking lightly.
"Hey, Santana, don't do that - come on." The taller blonde mumbled, walking in front of her and tipping her head up with her fingers. Tears swamped Santana's dark eyes, and rolled down her smooth cheek. Brittany brushed them away before slipping her into her arms. "Quinn's tough. You know that. She'll be okay, I promise." She whispered into dark hair, before placing a tender kiss against her head.
"You promise?" Santana said, her voice quivering and her bottom lip shaking a little.
"Pinky promise." She said, pulling away and holding it out. Brittany broke into a giggle and Santana smiled before taking her pinky with her own.
"I love you."
"I know."
The women broke apart with a gentle sigh and Rachel looked up. "Do you know anything? Have you contacted Russel?"
"She's under surgery at the moment... I don't know what's happening, Rachel. They won't tell me. And I rang him, and texted. He eventually messaged back saying... Saying it wasn't his problem anymore."
"They'll give me some fucking answers." Santana spat, as she and Brittany grew closer, pinkies swinging. "And as for that excuse for a man? Don't let it get to you..." She sighed.
"Pink really isn't your color, dear."
"You love me, Mrs F and you know it."
"Can we just go and see Quinn?" Rachel said, obviously incredibly stressed at the scenario. "Please?"
Brittany swung to her side, released Santana's hand from her own with a sad smile and slipped her hand around Rachel's waist. "Stop worrying, Rachel. She's going to be okay. You know how kickass Quinn is. Besides, there's no way Quinn'll let something like this beat her."
"And why's that?" Rachel muttered, not really caring about the answer as she pulled open the heavy door.
"Because if she doesn't wake up, she doesn't get to see you in a wedding dress, and something tells me she wouldn't miss that for the world. Now, I'm getting a coffee. Anyone else want one?" She said basically, feeling exhausted from explaining what seemed to be the obvious. She strutted off and Rachel turned to Santana.
"What was that supposed to mean?" The dark haired girl shrugged, before walking up to the desk. There was a woman sitting typing at a computer, and a small ginger girl with dorky glasses. Spotting her prey, she stormed over to it, words at the ready.
"Okay, Miss Nurse with a fake sense of concern for her patients." Santana near yelled at the girl. She jumped and looked round, eyes wide. "This is how it's going to be. You're going to tell me how Quinn Lucy Fabray is, where she is, and how I can find a way to contact her, otherwise you'll be hearing from my father: Joseph Lopez, of Lopez Lawyers LTD and I will get him to sue your ass." Santana said, a bright smile enough to blind the receptionist. The shy girl began a nervous stutter of words, looking around for help.
"Well?" Santana spat, feeling someone behind her. The ginger looked up and nodded over her shoulder, before scurrying off and clenching some paper work, gazing over them busily.
"Urgh." She groaned, before turning around. A tall girl stood there. Santana rolled her eyes over her. She too had dorky glasses, but they framed her face perfectly. Dark eyes gleamed down on her behind the dark frames, and a small smirk lit her up. Her hands were holding the strap of her brown satchel that draped over her white lab coat. Her shoulders were met by dreads.
"Woah." Santana breathed, feeling her face heat up as she looked away. "Shit, sorry, I mean- Do you- Are-." The girl grinned.
"Your friend's in the south wing. Room 28. I'll take you there." She extended her hand. "I'm Abigail, but everyone calls me Abbi. And by everyone, I mean people who doesn't want to be physically harmed."
"Ah, I u-."
"Is she okay?" Rachel cut off, coffee in hand and Judy and Brittany either side of her.
"Someone please tell me if my daughter is okay."
"Miss Fabray? Your daughter is okay. Wow, rhyme-y. Okay, well she's not completely okay. There's been some serious spinal damage. If and when she comes around-"
"If and when?" Rachel said, eyes wide.
"Yes. I'm afraid Quinn's currently in a comatose state. The doctors are doing all they can."