Brittany peeked into Santana's hospital room, slowly stepping inside. The blonde was at a loss of words, seeing Santana's body laying there, so pale, so fragile looking. She was hooked up to so many machines and Ivs, it was a miracle that she was even alive. She had a breathing tube, and a heart monitor, which was beeping slowly, and uneven. Her arms were covered in white gauze.

Brittany was scared. She couldn't believe that Santana would go that far. Brittany hesitated before making her way over to Santana's bedside, pulling up a chair, sitting down. She reached gently for one of the girl's hands, taking it in hers. There was a drastic contrast in their body temperatures- Santana was cold. Almost ice cold. Brittany wanted to get a doctor to go get Santana another blanket, but it then occurred to her that it probably wouldn't be of much use.

"San.. I'm so sorry... I.. I never should have left you, Santana, I love you. And I want to be with you. Don't you see that it's not better this way? If you.. If you die, I'm going to have nothing. Nobody for sweet lady kisses, nobody to love. Nobody to help with my chemistrology class... I need you, Santana.. I need you, please, please wake up."

A tear slid down Brittany's cheek, and she didn't bother wiping it away, not wanting to let go of her friend.

"Think of your parents, and New Directions, and the Cheerios. We all love you Santana..."

She took a deep breath, more tears dribbling down her pale cheeks.

"If you don't make it, I'm following you. I don't want to be here if I can't have you... San, please... Santana... just call my name and...save me from the dark. I need you. "

The heart monitor made a loud beep, and Brittany saw the green light on the screen, flatline.

"San, no please! Santana no, I can't lose you!"

A doctor heard her crying and rushed in, shoving Brittany aside, before buzzing for more doctors. Soon enough the entire room was filled with nurses and doctors, doing everything they could to help the dying teenage girl.

"Miss, we need to take her elsewhere, we need to ask you to go to the waiting room."

"I need to be with her!"

"We can't allow that, we need you to wait with everyone else."

Brittany nodded, walking out, catching a glimpse of Santana being rushed to another room. The blonde walked to the waiting room, slumping down in a chair across from Maribel and Xavier. They looked at her with concerned eyes, and she blinked back tears.

"She's dying. That machine thingy made the green line go straight across the screen, and now they're going to do more stuff to her! She needs to be okay, I need her to wake up so I can kiss her, and hold her and tell her how wrong and stupid I was for letting her go."

Maribel looked at the girl, getting up an pulling her into a hug. Deep down, Maribel was scared for her daughter, but right now, for Santana, for Brittany, and for everyone else, she had to stay strong. Xavier was crying, Brittany was now crying, and the woman knew that at least one of them needed to keep their cool in this situation.

"Brittany, sweetie, I know it's rough. But Santana is a strong girl. And, there's nothing we can really do, other than pray that she lives."

Hours passed. Nobody knew if Santana was alive at this point or not. All they knew was that she was dying, and the doctors had been trying to keep her alive. Whether or not they were successful, nobody knew. They were all anxious in their seats. It was currently 1:13AM. Xavier was half asleep in a chair, Brittany was still a mess in Maribel's arms. That's when they heard the clearing of someone's throat, and instantaneously, the three of them looked up, seeing a doctor standing there, splotches of blood on her white coat.

"How is Santana, where is she?"

The doctor placed her hand on Brittany's shoulder.

"Please calm down, sweetheart..."

The doctor looked at the three of them, sighing. What she was about to tell them, it could be the difference between celebrating and planning a funeral.

"We have results for you."