What seemed like a thousand doctor visits passed, dozens of hospital meals were eaten. and Brittany still laid in her bed. Quiet. Not talking to anyone. It was clear that she was depressed. Her appetite decreased to just a piece of bread and a glass of water a day, resulting in her bony body. Her form wasn't fit and muscular anymore. She transformed from a beautiful dancer to a worn out skinny string bean. Her face always had very little color and her eyes turned from a breathtaking blue, to a empty grey. Her parents visited three times a week due to their busy schedule, however, Santana managed to visit every single day. She would cut Glee rehearsal or cheerio practice, and work on her homework beside Brittany's bed.
Even though Brittany had changed, Santana still thought of Brittany as the angel faced girl she had fallen in love with at cheer leading camp. Only this time, she was damaged. It broke Santana's heart to see Brittany so out of place. The nurses would have to sedate Brittany every time she would have a meltdown, and it tore Santana in two. She had made a little progress in her mental state, but she still hadn't gained any of her memory back. It had been two and a half months and Brittany's bones had healed. Doctor Shelby said it was time for her to be released from the hospital and sent to the mental institution in Cleveland, Ohio. There, he said, she would be able to be monitored by professionals and it would help to ease her back into normal life.
Santana was skeptical about it. What if they treated Britt like an insane person, or a prisoner. But, she only wanted the best for her love. Santana had graduated, along with the rest of her classmates, only leaving Brittany behind. Santana had got accepted into NYU but told the board of admissions she would have to postpone her arrival until Brittany was feeling better, and could move with her.
The doctors agreed that Santana could take Brittany to the mental facility, the Saturday after she graduated.
"Where am I going?" Brittany asked. Santana glanced over at Brittany who was staring out the car window, looking at the green pastures rolling by.
"Well, you're going to a special home," Santana told her. Brittany fiddled around in her seat before turning to look at Santana.
"Will you be coming with me?" Brittany questioned.
"No, I'm afraid I can't Britt. I'm sorry but I can't live there. I'm not..."
"Not what?" Brittany looked confused.
"Not like you and the other people there," Santana felt like a jerk after she told Brittany the truth.
"How am I special?" Brittany frowned. Santana didn't want to make her feel bad, she just wanted her to know the truth.
"You aren't in a very stable mental state right now, and they just want to make sure you're okay." Don't worry though, you'll only be there for a couple months and then you can come live with me!"
"Live with you?" Brittany smiled.
"Yes! You'll be turning 18 in a couple months and you can come live with me! I talked your parents and the school principal and they agreed to let you finish high school online," Santana grinned. Brittany nodded her head before turning back around.
"Santana, why do you like me so much? Like the doctors say, I'm sick."
Santana was trying to avoid this question because it was too soon to tell Brittany that she loved her. They had just started to be friends and she didn't want to scare her away.
"Britt, you're very special to me. I don't think you're crazy, or sick, or mentally disabled. I think you're perfect. And I'm proud to be your friend."
"You really mean that? You're proud to be my friend?" Brittany grinned from ear to ear, her eyes turning back to blue.
"Proudly so."