I will try to Fix you

Authors Note(I don't own any of the Glee Characters) Sorry for the wait, as you know I wrote a short story, and then I wanted to update 'LIAE' first. And speaking of that, if any of you are also reading that story, and are wondering why you got two emails of the same update, I made a huge mistake in that chapter, and had to fix it. So I encourage you to go back and read, you'll see what I'm talking about. There's a new POV coming in, but it'll more than likely only be for this chapter. Anyway, thanks for always being patient with me. Enjoy!

07pnlew: Normally I would just say I don't want to give too much away, but I don't want you to worry, since you don't have to. Dani will be nothing more than a friend. I can't tell ya how often she'll appear, but she's not a threat to Quinntana. However, you might still see Quinn's jealous side when Dani does pop in(; Thanks for the review, enjoy!

Jammy: You're welcome! I couldn't have her remember something so terrible from the start, and it wouldn't come off as believable anyway. Quinn's jealousy might be addressed. Like I said, idk how often Dani will appear. I don't want to give too much away, keep reading, lol. I'm glad you're enjoying the story, and the flow of it is going along like I wanted. Maybe you'll find out in this chapter(; Thanks for the review!

Guest: Thank you, enjoy the new chapter(:

Guest(2): I think it's safe to say we all feel bad for Santana. Thanks for the review(:

silent12reader: I always liked a jealous Quinn, lol. Everyone seems to love Elizabeth, and I do too. I have fun writing her, and there will be more of her and Santana's friendship. That's ok, if you have to skip it, by all means go ahead. You can pretty much understand what's going on without reading it anyway. It's bad, and upsets Santana. Thanks for the review, enjoy(:

boringsiot: Yeah, she was cute, and I agree it was, but like I said, I always liked a jealous Quinn. Thanks for the review, enjoy!

rainbowbright108: You'll find out what Santana's Abuela was talking about in her first memory, don't worry. It was there for a reason, unlike the show, lol.


Chapter Four

For the first time since she's been there, Santana sleeps in. She was so tired, she had slept through the nurses frequent check ups. The brunette sighs, sitting up in the bed. Yesterday hadn't been a good day for her, and again waking up in the hospital with only a few memories of her life, is starting to take it's toll.

She's starting to feel lonely. Quinn can't always be around, and she doesn't really know anyone else. A timid knock interrupts her thoughts. She clears her throat.

"Come in."

Little Elizabeth pokes her head inside. "Dr. Fabray said I could visit today. I had to wait until you were awake. I checked on you before, and you were snoring." Santana giggles, at her innocence and perfect timing. "Do you wanna play with me?"

She nods. "Sure. What do you wanna play?"

Elizabeth walks inside, and Santana notices a little ball she's carrying for the first time. The little blonde climbs onto the end of her bed. Santana moves her legs aside so she can sit.

"It's not really a game. It's my physical therapy. After I had surgery to get the other part of the bug out, the right side of my body stopped working. But I'm getting better now."

Santana feels bad for the child, but is also relieved to know how much better she's doing.

"Mommy and daddy can't be here all the time. I have a baby brother and sister at home. So, I asked Dr. Fabray if you can play with me."

She smiles. "You can play with me whenever you want."

Elizabeth smiles back. "To help my other hand and arm get better, I have to play catch with this ball."

"Ok."

Santana claps her hands, and get ready to catch the ball. Elizabeth throws it, and she's easily able to catch it. She throws it back, and Elizabeth also catches it.

"Dr. Fabray told me your name is Santana. But I like to call you Tana."

She giggles. "That's ok, you can call me whatever you like." She says throwing the ball back. Elizabeth sticks out her tongue catching the ball, but frowns going to throw it back. "What's wrong, sweetie?" Santana asks, concerned.

Elizabeth pries her right hand open with the other, then flexes it slowly. "Sometimes my hand doesn't want to let go of things. Dr. Fabray said my brain is still trying to connect with my muscles." She continues to flex her hand until it's easier to do. The little girl smiles in victory, then throws it back.

"Does that happen a lot?"

She shakes her head. "That's the second time. It used to do it more than that., though." For a few minutes they continue to throw the ball back between each other. "Tana."

"Hm."

Elizabeth catches the ball, but keeps it to herself this time. "When I go home, will we still be friends?"

She smiles and pats the space next to her. Elizabeth crawls over to the brunette, and looks up at her. "Of course we will. I don't know many people in the city. If it's ok with your parents, do you promise to visit me?"

She nods. "Am I your only friend?"

She smiles, amused. "Why do you ask that?"

Elizabeth shrugs. "Sometimes I have therapy in the hall, and I never see anyone visiting you. Is it because you lost your memory?"

Santana takes a deep breath, and flashes a weak smile. "I'm not sure, to be honest with ya. I've been wondering why no one has visited me, either."

Elizabeth frowns. "Why would anyone not want to visit you? You're super awesome, Tana."

She smiles down at the girl, and kisses her forehead. "You're super awesome, too."

There's another knock on the door and Emma walks I'm shaking her head, smiling. "You're still in here?" She asks with a faked surprise.

Elizabeth nods. "I wanted to stay with my best friend. Tana helped with my therapy." The two women share a look.

"That's nice, but you have to go back to your room now, ok? Dr. Fabray is bending the rules by letting you come in here."

Elizabeth frowns. "But it's lonely. I wanna stay and watch movies with Tana."

Emma huffs. "Fine. One movie for now, then we'll see what Dr. Fabray says after she gets out of surgery. What movie would you like to watch?"

Elizabeth smiles. "Pocahontas. Tana reminds me of her."

Santana blushes, grinning at the little girl. Elizabeth slides down the bed and rest her head on Santana's shoulder, leaning back into her side, while the brunette has her arm around her.

"I'll be back later, ok?"

Elizabeth is too focused on the tv. Santana nods as Emma leaves the room. As it gets to the part where Pocahontas sings 'Colors of the Wind', Quinn knocks on the door and peaks inside.

She smiles at the sight. "What are you still doing in here?" She asks walking inside the room.

"We're watching a movie." Elizabeth answers with enthusiasm, causing the adults to smile.

Quinn glances at the tv. "I see that. Pocahontas, huh? Good choice."

Elizabeth nods. "She reminds me of Tana." The brunette blushes again.

Quinn giggles. "Well, I have to cut this movie time short." Elizabeth pouts. "I'm sorry sweetie, but you have to go to your room, it's time to take your medicine."

The little girl shakes her head. "I don't wanna, I don't like it." She whines.

Quinn sighs. "I know, but it's going to make that bug go away. You can come back later if you want."

Elizabeth looks up at Santana, with her big blue eyes, pouting still. Santana kisses her forehead. "Of course you can visit me. We're best friends, remember?"

Elizabeth smiles and hugs the brunette tightly. "Bye, Tana."

"Bye, Lizzie bear."

Quinn mouths she'll be back to Santana as she carries Elizabeth out of the room. The brunette's sighs deeply, then puts something else on tv. She's assuming Quinn will want to talk to her about seeing a therapist again. It's bad enough she doesn't have a friend, or family member to be with her while she's going through this.

She may not remember them, but it would be nice to know there's someone out there who cares about her. Shortly Quinn returns, and Santana notices how nervous she looks. The doctor walks up to the end of her bed, and smiles weakly.

"I just um wanted to apologize for yesterday." Santana looks confused. "I shouldn't have tried to force you to talk with a therapist. That's your decision to make, I'm sorry."

She nods. "I-It's ok. You were just trying to help. Maybe I'll change my mind, but right now I don't see that happening."

"That's fine."

Santana looks down at her lap, and plays with her fingers, nervously. "What's going to happen to me? I mean, I can't stay here forever."

Quinn sighs, stepping closer to the brunette. "I'm actually going to have a meeting about that with my boss, and some other doctors and nurses soon. I'll let you know what's happening when it's over, ok?" She nods, not looking up from her lap.

"I know you're feeling alone and lost right now, San, but I'm keeping my promise, just hang in there."

Santana flashes a weak smile, finally looking up at the doctor. "Thank you."

She nods, smiling in return. "You're welcome."


Late last night, Tina Cohen Chang has returned to her home town, Lima, Ohio. Returning from school, she had checked her answering machine, and one of the messages was from her mother. At first she thought the women would bug her yet again to go home, cause her parents miss her so much. She just started college a few weeks ago. But to her shock, it was new about her best friend Santana.

In the message, her mother said she hadn't had time to check on the girl, in request to her daughter, but when she stopped by, Nicholas told her his ungrateful daughter ran away. Now Tina is pacing the floors of her childhood room, wondering where her friend could've ran off to. So far she has come up with nothing, and it's frustrated her to no end.

The only thing she can come up with, is to look for some kind of clues in Santana's room, but Tina never liked the girls father, he creeps her out. However, that's all she has right now, and it's better than nothing. With that, Tina leaves the room, and goes off to the Lopez home.

Arriving there, she notes it still looks the same, and all the lights are off. She takes a few deep breaths before getting out of the car. Then climbs the porch stairs, and hesitates to knock. "M-Mr. Lopez, it's me, Tina. Is anyone home?"

Not getting a response, Tina uses her extra key and unlocks the door. She turns on the light in the foyer, then goes upstairs to Santana's room. It looks the same as it did the last time she spent the night.

Tina has never admitted it out loud yet, but she felt guilty leaving her best friend behind to leave for college. She knew Santana knew though, and that's why the Latina pushed her to go. Tina was suspicious of Santana's father. She saw the bruises. Of course the other brunette always had some excuse, and now that she has run away, her suspicions have come true.

She looks under the bed, thinking she should start there first, but she only finds a box full of old notes they'd pass each other during class. Going through her dresser, again she finds nothing. But looking through the back of her closet, Tina comes across Santana's diary. She feels a little guilty looking through her friend's personal stuff, but if it means finding her, she doesn't regret it, and turns to a random page.

May 5th 2011

I lied to Tina again, and it breaks my heart. She's the only best friend I have, and I keep lying to her, but I can't tell her the truth. She'll be disgusted by me. I'm disgusted by me. But I know what I want to do to get away from him. I always loved New York City. I may not be going to college like Tina, but I can be free and find myself, in the city that never sleeps.

Tina gasps. "Of course she would go to New York. That's all she ever talked about." She says to herself.

Suddenly she hears a car park in front of the house. She jumps up, and looks out Santana's window. Nicholas is climbing out of a friend's car. He hasn't changes a bit. Nicholas is a very strong man, with big muscles on his arms and chest.

Though they're not so big you can see them through his shirt. He has short dark hair, like Santana, and brown eyes. He looks a little tipsy, but coherent enough to remember the night, and is able to walk a straight line.

"Shit, I gotta get outta here." She whispers.

Tina takes the diary with her, and rushes down the stairs. She knows Nicholas has already seen her car, but she doesn't want to run into the man either, so she goes out the back and through the kitchen. Or, tries to anyway.

"Who the hell are you, and want are you doing in my house?" He asks from behind her, just as she reaches the door.

Tina takes a deep breath, and faces the man, hiding the diary behind her back. "Tina, sir. I'm Santana's friend."

He looks at her up and down, then grunts. "Oh yeah. What are you doing here?"

She glances nervously at her feet. "I just got into town, and wanted to surprise Santana. Do you know where she is?"

"No. Fucking bitch ran away on me."

Tina squints her eyes. "Have you called the police?"

He steps closer, groaning. "Of course I did. She's nineteen, I can't do anything about it. So they tell me." Tina doesn't like how he said the last part. "I've been trying to think of where she would run off too, but came up with nothing. Do you know anything?"

She holds on to the diary tightly in her hand, and gulps. "N-No, I'm sorry."

He huffs, clearly angry. "Get out of my house then."

She nods. As Nicholas walks away though, she can clearly here the man talking to himself. "She wasn't supposed to leave, god dammit. She's mine. And it was supposed to stay that way."

Tina gulps at his sick possessiveness as she leaves. She quickly makes it out to her car, and at a stop sign down the road, calls her parents, letting them know what she found.


At the hospital, Quinn is pacing in front of Santana's door, while Mercedes shakes her head at the blonde. "Just get it over with." Quinn groans in response. "She has to find out, Q, and you could've just had Dr. Ryan do it."

The doctor stops with a huff. "No, I couldn't."

Mercedes crosses her arms. "And why not? It's bad news whoever she hears it from."

Quinn looks into Santana's room. The brunette is watching tv. "I just think it would be less scary coming from me. I mean, last time she was around Dr. Ryan she had a terrible flashback."

She turns back to Mercedes. "How can you tell someone they've been getting raped for years, when they have no memory of it?"

Mercedes shrugs. "I don't know, girl. You just do it I guess. Like ripping off a band aid." Mercedes is called over the loud speaker, and her mood instantly changes. "God dammit, I gotta go. Good luck."

She gives Quinn a hug, then quickly runs down the hall to a patient. Quinn stands in front of the door, and takes a deep breath before knocking.

"Come in." Santana calls out to her. The doctor reluctantly goes inside and closes the door behind her, and leans against it with a sigh.

Santana looks confused. "Everything ok? A patient didn't die, did they?" She shakes her head, mouthing a no. "Ok, good. What's wrong then?"

Quinn takes another deep breath. "I have good news, and bad news. Which do you want first?"

She shrugs. "Might as well start off on a good note."

Quinn nods. "The taxi driver, his name is Ted. I was told he woke up this morning, and is doing well. But if you want to visit, wait a while so he can rest."

Santana flashes a weak smile. "Ok, that's good to hear." Again, Quinn nods. "So, um what's the bad news?"

The doctor looks down at her feet, then drags them across the room, and sits on the chair next to Santana's bed. "I spoke with Dr. Ryan. He did some tests, you're STD free, and you're not pregnant."

She nods. "I thought this was supposed to be bad news?"

Quinn uncomfortably clears her throat. "I-It is. Um, I don't know how to say this."

Santana huffs. "Just do it, get it over with."

She nods. "After the exam, he told me the damage looked bad, but he took some pictures-"

Santana cuts her off. "I didn't know he did that."

"Yeah, he's supposed to. Anyway, he um, he had another doctor look at it for a second opinion, and they both said the same thing."

She pauses, as it gets harder to talk about. "It looks like the rape wasn't a one time thing like we originally thought." She says slowly.

Santana briefly looks away. "How can you know that?"

Quinn looks down at her hands, lying on the edge of the bed. "The damage is excessive, it could only be done over a large period of time." Santana shakes her head, tears filling her eyes. "Whoever did this, has been doing it for a while."

Santana closes her eyes, choking a sob. "Please leave, I wanna be alone."

Without a word, Quinn leaves the room, feeling worse than she had before, and reluctantly goes back to work. On her way to making her rounds, she bumps into Puck.

"Oh hey, I was just coming to get you. Shelby wants to start the meeting now."

She nods, and follows him to the room. A few other nurses and doctors are already there, including Shelby Corcoran. Quinn sits next to another doctor; Dr. Anderson. The gelled hair man smiles politely, and she returns one.

"Ok, let's get started." Shelby says, getting everyone to stop talking."We're here to discuss our once Jane Doe, who we now know is Santana. We need to figure out how long she can stay here." A nurse raises her hand."Do you have any suggestions, Marley?"

She shakes her head. "I'm just curious. I never experienced a case like this before personally, but I thought you have. Is there not a protocol for this?"

Shelby huffs. "A case like this is rare, and the few we've had we're different. So far Santana hasn't had anyone come here to claim her, and it worries me. We found out about her identity from a one night stand. This doesn't make us look too good."

"The policemen put her photo out to the public, what more can we do?" Puck asks.

"We need to do something. Without anything medically wrong with her, she's taking up space." Dr. Anderson adds.

Quinn scoffs. "You call memory loss not medical? Not to mention she has also been sexually assaulted." She says, glaring at the man. Shelby raises her brow, but remains silent.

"Look, all I'm saying is we could be using that room for someone has more serious medical issues. I say if someone doesn't claim her in the next twenty four hours, we let her go." He continues.

Quinn shakes her head. "We can't just let her go with a stranger. Anyone can come in here and say they're related, or a friend."

"Quinn, this sounds very personal for you. Have you grown attached to your patient?" Shelby asks in an accusing tone.

"N-No. I just don't want something bad happening to her."

Shelby doesn't look convinced, but drops the subject.

"I agree with Blaine. If someone comes in to claim her, discharge her. We have no other choice. Everyone get back to work."

Quinn leaves, groaning and glaring at the back of Blaine's head.


Santana lays on her side and cries quietly to herself. For the first time since she's been in the hospital, she feels more alone than ever. She just wants someone to lay with her, or even just hold her hand, and tell her everything is going to be ok, cause they're going to make sure it is. She has a feeling she knows who did this to her, and it makes her feel sick. A part of her wants to know why, and how he was able to get away with it. Where was her mother?

A knock on her door, disrupts her thoughts. Thinking it's Emma or another nurse, she ignores them. "Excuse me, I don't mean to bother you. But I was told you were in here, and I wanted to see you for myself."

Confused, Santana sits up, and turns towards the door. The man smiles."How are you?"

She shrugs. "Do I know you?"

He sighs, walking toward her bed. "I was told you might not remember me. My name is Ted, I drove the taxi."

She smiles in return. "You're ok." He nods. "Dr. Fabray said I had to wait to see you."

He snorts. "They exaggerate, look at me, I'm fine." Santana grins."I'm sorry to get in your business again, but you didn't look ok as I came in here. Do you want me to leave?"

She shakes her head. "Please don't. I've been pretty lonely."

He frowns. "No family or friends have come to visit?" He asks looking around, noticing she doesn't have balloons or flowers like he does.

She shrugs. "No. I must be an awful person, for no one to care I'm here."

Ted sighs, taking her hand. "There's always someone who cares. I'm sure there's a logical explanation."

Santana looks down at their clasped hands, pouting. "I hope so."

The door opens, and Emma walks in with a wheel chair. "Ted, I told you to wait. Come on, you have to rest, and you need to take your medicine."

He sighs as she helps him sit down. "I'll see you later, kid." He winks.

She smiles back at him. "Ok, bye." Emma closes the door behind her, and Santana turns her attention back to the tv with a sigh.


Finished with the rest of her rounds after the meeting, Quinn seeks out Mercedes, and finds her resting in one of the break rooms. The brunette opens one eye, hearing someone walk in, then closes it again.

"How'd it go?"

Quinn sighs, siting on the bed next to Mercedes. "Terrible. I never want to do that again, Cedes. You should've seen the look on her face." She says, tearing up.

Hearing her friends voice shake, Mercedes sits up, and rubs her knee. "Q, you have given this news to your patients before. Why is this effecting you so much?" She asks, concerned.

Quinn sniffles, wiping her eyes. "I-I don't know, to be honest. Just the thought of someone doing this to her makes me sick."

Mercedes huffs, pulling her hand back. "I think I might." Quinn squints her eyes."You've grown attached to her, and now you're making it personal."

She looks away. "I didn't mean to." She whispers. "I just care about her, and I know that sounds crazy, but that's how I feel."

Mercedes takes a deep breath. "You better not tell anyone else about this. Just try to control your emotions, ok?" She nods, wiping the rest of her tears, and scoffs. "What?"

"In the meeting we had about Santana, Shelby accused me of getting attached to her, too. Turns out she's right."

Mercedes just shakes her head. There's a knock on the door, and Puck pokes his head in. "Someone is here to see you, Quinn."

She nods, and follows him out to the nurses station, where an Asian girl is standing. Confused, she approaches the women. "I'm Dr. Fabray, how may I help you?"

The women breaths a sigh of relief. "My name is Tina. I arrived in New York a few hours ago. I'm looking for my friend, Santana. I was told by someone at NYPD that she would be here, and to ask for you."

Quinn is surprised, but also happy. She knows how lonely Santana has been feeling. "Yes, she's here, but I have to warn you, she was in a car accident. It caused some brain damage, so she might not remember who you are."

Tina looks disappointed, but shrugs anyway. "She's my best friend, I can help her remember." She takes a step forward, with pleading eyes. "Can I see her?"

Quinn nods. "Of course. She actually just received some bad news, this might help her feel better." She says as she escorts Tina to Santana's room. Quinn knocks, then opens the door. Santana is still watching tv, uninterested. "I have a visitor for you."

Santana looks confused, and still does so as Tina walks in.

"I knew there was a chance you wouldn't remember me. My name is Tina, we've been best friends for a long time." She says walking toward the bed. Quinn leaves, to give them privacy.

"I have pictures on my phone, maybe that will help. Wanna give it a try?" She nods. Tina takes out her phone, and goes to her pictures, then shows them to Santana. The first one is an old photo of them in a restaurant.

"I look younger here." She notes.

Tina nods. "This was our junior year in high school. We came here for a show choir competition. We won, so you suggested we celebrate."

She snorts. "We were in show choir? That sounds kind of geeky."

Tina smiles, hearing the old Santana come back. "To other people it was, and to you too at first, but you learned to love it. You said it was the best part of your day. You're a really good singer."

She looks up, confused and surprised. "I am?"

She nods. "Your solo helped us win."

Santana smiles, looking back down at the photo. "I look really happy."

"Yeah, we had a lot of fun."

Santana slides to the next photo. This time they're in a music room, and she has a cheerleading outfit on. Again, she's surprised. "I was a cheerleader?"

Tina nods. "Yeah, but you were only in it to be popular. After Glee, you decided you didn't care anymore, but your mother wanted you to stay in it."

Santana gives Tina her phone back. "Thank you for coming, it means a lot to me. I was worried no one would, but I'm sorry, I don't remember any of this."

Tina sits on the chair next to her bed. "That's ok. We can work on that. How long do you have to stay here?"

She shrugs. "I don't know, why?"

"I uh got a hotel room not too far from here. I was thinking if you could get discharged, you could stay with me for awhile. Maybe I can help with that memory loss of yours."

Santana flashes a weak smile. "I'd like that, but you'll have to ask Quinn first."

Tina looks puzzled. "Quinn?"

She nods. "Dr. Fabray."

Tina mouths an oh. "I'll go ask then. Maybe we can get you out of here tonight. I'll be right back."


After leaving Santana's room, Quinn returns to the nurses station with Emma. "Where's Tina?"

Quinn sits next to the redhead nurse with a sigh. "With Santana. I decided to give them some privacy."

She nods, with an amused smile. "That's why you look so sad."

She scoffs, still pouting. "Do not. I'm happy for her, now she won't be so lonely."

Emma hums, unconvinced. "Are you sure it's not because you're jealous?"

She rolls her eyes. "I'm not jealous." Emma giggles. Quinn huffs, and tires to make herself look busy.

"Oh, I almost forgot, Elizabeth had another seizure while you were in the meeting. She's fine but-"

Quinn nods, cutting her off. "I'm gonna have to schedule some blood work." She says picking up the phone. As she does that, Tina returns. Quinn holds up her finger, then after scheduling the blood work, hangs up. "What can I do for you?"

"I was just wondering when Santana can be discharged."

She frowns. "Whenever she's ready actually, now that you're here. Why do you ask?"

"I'll be in the city for a few weeks until I have to go back to school, and I was thinking she could stay at the hotel with me. It might be easier to be around someone who knows her better."

Quinn awkwardly clears her throat, trying hard not to let her emotions get to her. "What um, what happens when you leave the city, will you be taking her with you?" She asks in a small voice.

Tina shrugs. "That will be up to her. I'm hoping she'll have at least some of her memory back before then."

She nods. "I'll get the paper work." She says with a forced smile.

Tina smiles in return. "Thank you."

She nods. Once she's finished filing the paperwork, Quinn goes to the locker room with Emma, to retrieve their things and to clock out. Brittany, and Mercedes are already there.

"I'm so ready to leave. I need to get myself drunk this weekend."

Brittany gives her a high five. Quinn just clocks out, then goes straight to her locker to get her stuff. Mercedes bumps her shoulder, next to her.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Mercedes looks over to Emma.

"Santana's friend came. She's leaving with her tonight."

Mercedes wraps her arm around Quinn's shoulder. "Awh, don't be sad. Just ask the girl where she's staying, so you can check on Santana. It's the perfect excuse." She says with a laugh.

Quinn pushes her arm off. "It wouldn't be an excuse. Having her not be here, I wouldn't know if she's gaining her memory back." She stands up and grabs her purse. "I'm gonna go see if I can catch them before they leave." Quinn just about runs out of the room, and Mercedes shakes her head, then fills in Brittany.

Arriving to the room, she sees Santana has already changed into the extra clothes the hospital had lying around from other patients. Of course they washed them first before giving them to her.

"Quinn, what's wrong?" Santana asks.

Quinn bites her lip, becoming shy all of a sudden. Then glances in Tina's direction. "Would it be ok if I checked on you sometimes?"

Santana smiles, then looks to Tina for permission. She nods. "Here, let me give you the address." She writes it down on a piece of paper, then hands it to the doctor.

"Thank you." She puts it in her purse, then looks shy again."Would it be ok if I said goodbye, in private?" She asks Tina.

"No, that's fine. I'll wait outside."

Quinn waits until the door is shut, then tentatively walks over to Santana. "I'm not gonna lie, I-I'm gonna miss you."

Santana giggles. "Are you sure that's appropriate for a doctor to say to their patient?" She teases. Quinn rolls her eyes, and lightly pushes her shoulder. "I'll miss you, too."

There's a short, but not awkward silence.

"This actually might be inappropriate but, um, can I give you a hug?"

Santana can't help but laugh again. "You're cute." Quinn blushes, briefly looking away to hide it. "Yes, you can hug me."

Quinn wraps her arms around Santana's neck, and buries her face into her neck.

"Thank you for everything. I know I wasn't always nice, but I appreciate it."

Quinn hugs the brunette tighter. "Anytime. Get better soon, ok?"

She nods. "I'll do my best."

The hug lingers until Tina knocks on the door. Quinn jumps away from her, blushing.

"Sorry, but we should leave now, the taxi is waiting."

Quinn nods, not looking up from her feet.

"Bye, Q."

She then looks up and smiles, watching Santana leave. "Bye." She says after her.


Walking down the hall with Tina, Santana sees Elizabeth in the hall, working on some physical therapy. It puts a smile to her face. "Hold on a minute, I wanna say goodbye to someone else." She nods, and waits for her close by. Santana walks up behind the little girl, and hugs her. Elizabeth smiles brightly.

"Hi, Tana."

"Hey, cutie." She kisses her cheek, then turns to the physical therapist. "Do you mind if I borrow her for a minute?" She shakes her head. Santana gently turns the little girl so she's facing her, as she kneels to her height. Elizabeth notices Tina, standing behind her.

"Who's that?"

Santana turns her head to see who she's talking about. "That's my other friend, Tina. I'm gonna leave with her, she's going to help me with my memory loss."

Elizabeth pouts. "You're leaving already?"

She nods. "I promise I'll visit." She reassures her.

Elizabeth throws her arms around her neck, and hugs her tightly. "Don't wait long, ok?"

She smiles. "I won't. Get better soon. Stay strong."

"I'll try. I'm gonna miss you."

Santana rubs her back for comfort. "I'll miss you, too."

Tina smiles at the exchange, and takes out a pieces of paper and pen. Then walks over to the pair, and kneels next to Santana. Elizabeth pulls away slightly, with her arms still around Santana's neck. "I'll do you one better. This is my cell phone number. If you want to talk to Santana, just call, ok?"

She smiles shyly, as Tina gives her the paper. "Thank you." She says in a small voice.

"You're welcome."

Elizabeth's therapist steps in, taking the little girl's hand. "I'm sorry, but we really have to finish this before I leave myself."

Elizabeth gives Santana another hug before they go. Walking to the taxi, Santana starts to feel a little emotional, and nervous. Technically she has known Tina for many years, but right now she feels like a stranger. It's a weird feeling. The drive to the hotel is quiet, and awkward. Tina shows her inside to their room, and it's bigger than she thought.

"There are two rooms. Not that I was planning this or anything, this was the only one available when I checked in." She explains."Are you tired?"

She shakes her head. "I am hungry, though."

She nods. "I'll order some pizza. Relax, watch tv or something."

Tina leaves the room, and goes into the little kitchenette. Having watched so much tv in the hospital, Santana opts to look out the window instead. It's getting dark, and the lights have just come on. Being on the top floor has it's perks. The view. She has such mixed emotions. She's glad to find out she has a friend who cares about her, but she also has so many questions.

"You don't wanna watch tv?"

She jumps hearing Tina, then shakes her head. "I watched enough at the hospital."

She giggles. "That's understandable." There's a short awkward silence.

"I also have some questions."

She nods, siting on the couch. "I thought you would." Santana sits on the one across from her. "Go head, shoot."

She nods. "What took you so long to see me?" She asks, voice trembling a little.

Tina sighs. "I've been going to college in Pittsburgh actually, and we're originally from Ohio. I didn't know you here until today."

She looks confused. "Why?"

Tina bites the inside of her cheek. "This is going to be harder than I thought." She thinks out loud. "You actually ran away, and since you're nineteen, your father couldn't report it." Santana cringes at the thought of her father.

"It wasn't until yesterday my parents were able to contact me since I had been so busy, I'm sorry."

She nods. "I-It's ok. I'm just glad someone actually cares."

Tina leans forward in her seat, taking Santana's hand. "Of course I do. You're my best friend." She flashes a weak smile. "What other questions do you have?"

She thinks for a moment. "Why didn't my mother try to find me?"

Tina squirms in her seat, confusing her. "This isn't going to be easy to hear." She starts off. "Your mom um, she left during our sophomore year."

Santana pulls her hand away. "W-Why what happened?"

Tina frowns. "I don't know, you just said she came home from her mother's house one day, and started packing. She just said she couldn't deal anymore, and had to go."

Santana looks away, choking a sob. "I-I'm not hungry anymore." Tina nods. "I'll be in my room." She whispers, before leaving.

Santana closes the door behind her, then falls onto the large bed, and cries into her pillow. Why would her mother leave her with a man like her father? Did she not know? Tina knocks on the door, and walks in. Santana doesn't look at her, not wanting the other brunette see her cry.

"I'm sorry, but Quinn is on the phone." She says holding out her cell phone.

Still not looking at her, Santana takes it from her. Tina gives her some privacy. "H-Hello?"

"Hey, I-I just wanted to check on you."

Despite how she feels about her mother, Santana can't help but crack a small smile. "You're worried a-about me alre-eady?" She asks amused.

"Yeah, a little." She says in a small voice, getting embarrassed. "And I think I should be, are you crying?"

Santana picks at her jeans, pouting. "Yeah." She whispers.

"What's wrong?" Santana explains to her what Tina has said about her running away, and her mother. "That explains a lot. Does it make you feel better knowing it wasn't that you're not actually a bad person?"

She shrugs. "A little. I feel bummed out that my mom left me with no explanation, or not a legit one anyway."

"I'm sorry, San. I can't imagine how hard this is for you."

"It's ok."

"So, is Tina nice, do you like it there?"

Again, she shrugs. "She's been nice, but I haven't been here long enough to decide if I like it. I guess it's better than the hospital."

"Ouch, that kind of stings." She teases.

Santana snorts. "You know that's not what I mean."

"I know." She pauses."I miss you already."

Santana smiles. "I miss you, too. Tomorrow is Friday, do you think you can come over?"

"Yeah, I have the day off. I can show you around the city, if you want."

She nods. "I'd like that, but Tina will probably want to go, too." She says at second thought. "She seems really determined to get me to remember her."

"Well, I don't blame her. She can come too, that's fine. I have to go, I just made dinner. Goodnight, San."

"Goodnight."

Santana disconnects the call, then laying down, she has trouble keeping her eyes open, but eventually gives in.


Authors Note

Thoughts? In case you're wondering, Santana will slowly get more of her memories back, again, not all good, but she'll get them. And yes, Tina will eventually give Santana her diary, I just can't tell you when, that will ruin it. I'm not sure if her mother will come into the picture, but I know Nicholas will, and his behavior will also eventually be explained. Though, there's never a legit reason to harm a child, you'll see why he did it. Oh, and I couldn't permanently get rid of little Elizabeth, she'll be back too. I just don't know when yet.