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"I-I'm still not sure I understand." Santana said as Quinn sat on her hospital bed.
Quinn shrugged, "I'm not sure what's going on either." She said, "I've never been...dead before."
Santana reached out and brushed the blonde's arm, "but I can touch you." She said.
Quinn nodded, "yeah-"
"And I can see you." The Latina sighed, "maybe, maybe this is a dream." She tried, "we're both still asleep, and when we wake up everyone will be able to see you."
Quinn shook her head, "I don't think-"
"Santana," Brittany's voice broke into the room.
Santana looked at the doorway, "Britt, hey." She greeted, "why aren't you in school?"
Brittany stepped into the room and shrugged, "I forgot which turn it was...left, or right?"
Santana gave her a light smile, "left."
"I know now." Brittany smiled.
Quinn watched the two interact as Brittany walked over to Santana and sat in the chair next to the bed. "I miss you." Brittany whispered.
Santana shrugged, "I'm right here."
Brittany nodded, "yeah, but-you're never at school."
"Just a few more days." Santana said, "I'll be back soon."
Brittany sighed, "I feel like this is my fault." She whispered.
"Why would you say that Brittany?" Quinn asked.
Brown eyes looked between the blonde's before Santana said, "why's that?"
The taller blonde reached up and scracted her head, "if-maybe if-if I hadn't asked to see a movie, it wouldn't be..."
"Don't say that." Quinn whispered.
It was no use, the other blonde continued on. She couldn't hear, "...this bad, you're stuck here and Quinn's in a coma." She shook her head as tears sprung in her eyes, "God, it's so bad, San." She said shaking her her head and laying it upon the edge of the Latina's bed.
"Brittany." Santana whispered heartbroken. She reached over and rubbed her girlfriend's back.
"They don't know if she's gonna wake up." Brittany's muffled cry was heard.
Santana shook her head looking toward the other blonde.
Quinn's hazel eyes locked on Brittany.
Santana sighed, "Quinn will wake up." She said, "she has, too."
Brittany continued to cry.
The cries soon turned into sobs and Santana didn't know how to make them stop. She looked at Quinn who was beginning to cry herself.
Quinn felt terrible, because she was stuck in whatever state she was in and it was breaking Brittany apart. Brittany was such a sweet person, she had a golden heart, and her crying was a big deal.
Quinn shot up from the bed, "I can't stay here!" She growled.
Santana looked at her surprised, "wait, stay!" She said.
Quinn shook her head, "no, I-I can't I'm-"
"What do you mean?" Brittany asked looking up. She sniffled a minute before saying, "I'm not going anywhere."
Santana shook her head, "I-"
"Just forget it." Quinn said slipping out of the room.
She walked back toward her room and looked at the bed, that's when she saw it.
She saw herself, hooked to machines, looking normal.
Like she was doing nothing but sleeping.
It's was all how it should be.
She stood in that doorway staring at herself. Her broken self, with scratches on her face, and a broken wrist. A blackeye.
The sight was terrible, she felt sick.
She ran to the bathroom, quickly sliding to the toilet as she felt the vomit crawl up her throat. After throwing up she flushed the toilet and rinsed her mouth out with the sink water.
"She's still stable." She heard a voice from behind the door. "But all we can really do at this point is hope she'll wake up."
Quinn opened the door and stepped out to the room, "dad." She whsipered as she eyes widened locking with the man who had practically abandoned her and her mother.
"There's not some kind of medical way to wake her up?" Russell asked as he stared at his little girl.
The nurse who had spoken eariler shook her head, "I'm sorry, Mr. Fabray. The only thing we can do is wait. Hope." She said before she continued to the door, "you can stay for a while if you'd like. I've got to check on other patients." She said before leaving the room.
Quinn took a hesitant step toward her father. She couldn't believe he was here right now.
"I've done a lot of bad things Quinn," Russell said as she sat in the chair beside her bed. He took her hand, holding it lightly; like he was afraid tightening his grip would shatter her. "I've regretted most of them, no doubt about it. I regret leaving you the most." He smiled, "you've grown so much, it's like that baby helped you or something."
Quinn continued to walk toward the man, to get a better look at his face. He looked lonely. Lonely and scared.
"I want nothing more than to take back everything I said to you that night, and I can't imagine that I won't get the chance." He shook his head, "this can't be the way we end it." He said, "it can't be. So, Quinn, I-I need you to wake up-" He was cut off as he choked on his tears.
Quinn shook her head, "don't cry." She said, "please, please, dad, I'm here." She reached out and placed her hand on his shoulder, "I'm right here."
Russell was still there five minutes later and the crying was too much for Quinn to handle.
She had to leave her own room.
Everywhere she went there seemed to be crying.
In Santana's room it was Brittany.
In her own room it was her father.
In other room's it was the loved ones of those patients.
No matter where she went, there was crying.
She ended up settling on a chair in the waiting room.
"Are you waiting to be checked on?" She asked the man sitting next to her, "or are you waiting for someone?"
The man stared at the TV in the corner of the ceiling.
Quinn shrugged, "I'm in a coma and it seems everything is screwed up." She sighed, "I may never wake up."
She took a moment to look a the man again, "I guess you're here for yourself then, huh?" She asked looking at the bandage he was squeezing around his hand. "You cut yourself?"
The man reached up and scratched his nose, eyes never drifting from the TV.
"You have a name?" Quinn wondered as a woman made her way passed the two of them and sat on Quinn's other side. The blonde sighed again turning toward the woman next to her, "Blake." She said reading the nametag pinned on her diner uniform. "You must be waiting for someone." She examined the girl's state.
Blake was bouncing her legs nervously as she bit her nails, trying her best to destract herself with anything. "Your kid hurt? Husband maybe?" Quinn paused before shaking her head, "no? Wife?" Blake stopped biting her nails and looked at the TV.
"Waiting rooms are not a good place to have a conversation." Quinn said after a minute, looking up at the TV herself.
"So repeating the key point of my show tonight I say, cut the Arts make more room for Cheerleading budgets. Cheerleaders are in better shape than the people in any type of Arts program and frankly they sound better, too, within their cheers. No need to waste money supporting something that'll bring your school a blue ribbon for participation. Instead press it toward something that'll get you a first place trophy-Cheerleading all the way...And that's how Sue sees It."
Quinn rolled her eyes as she watched her ex-Coach add the 'C' for emphasis. "So pathetic." She whispered. "You need to get over it, bitch!" She hollered toward the TV. She then shook her head looking between the two she was sitting next to, "seriously, can you believe her?"
She still got no answer so she stood up and made her way toward her room once more. "Leaving already?" She asked as she passed her father.
Russell just kept walking on.
"Well, thanks, for stopping by." She whispered, before continuing on toward her room, she stopped when she noticed Brittany had moved from Santana's room to her room. The girl was still crying.
Quinn could hear her repeatedly whispering of, "I'm sorry." She couldn't go in there. So instead she headed back toward Santana's room.
"Brittany left." Santana whispered as she saw Quinn in the corner of her eye.
Quinn nodded, "yeah, she's visiting me."
Santana looked at her, "oh, how rude of you to leave."
Quinn sighed walking over to the bed, "I couldn't listen to her cry, San."
"Why not? I did." Santana said, "I can't escape it."
Quinn shook her head, "it's not a lucky thing."
Santana shrugged, "depends on how you see it."
Quinn rolled her eyes, "I'm dead." She said.
Santana nodded, "point taken." She reached out and patted the side of her bed, directing the blonde to sit down where she had been earlier.
Quinn obliged, "I think you can see me because I was with you." She said, "you were in the car, too."
Santana shrugged, "it still doesn't make sense."
"I don't think it ever will."
The Latina rubbed her head, "I've got a killer headache." She whispered bitterly. "I had to tell Brittany to get her to leave." She shook her head, "who would've thought I'd ever want her to leave?"
Quinn gave her a soft smile, "you didn't do it because you hate her."
Santana nodded, still rubbing her head. "It still bothers me."
"I'm sorry." Quinn said, grabbing her hand, "I really didn't mean to put you in this situation."
Santana had fallen back to sleep about an hour later after her father came back in to check on her, give her some pain medication and told her to get some rest.
Quinn had stayed with her, sitting in the same place.
In all honesty, she was too afraid to leave.
She didn't want to be alone.
Sighing she laid down herself, curling up against Santana and kissing her friends temple, "I love you, San." She said, because she really didn't know if she'd be there when the girl woke up or not.
She could die permanently any minute.
...To be continued...
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