Santana smiled in relief when the doctor came in to tell Quinn she could leave. She helped her out of bed and they went to find Ms. Pillsbury and Ms. Holliday.

"Ok you guys, ready to go?" Ms. Holliday's voice came from behind them, making them both jump.

"Sorry" she said guiltily when she noticed. She put her arms around them and began to walk them out.

"Actually Ms. Holliday, I'd like to stay" Santana said. She had let Mr. Shue slip from her mind when she saw Quinn and although everyone kept telling her that it wasn't her fault, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was to blame.

"Ok, well we'll see you back at the hotel" she said. Quinn hugged Santana and smiled to show she understood and then left with Ms. Holliday.

Santana walked down the hall and stopped outside Mr Shue's door. She didn't know why but she felt nervous, she bit her lip and knocked. Ms. Pillsbury opened the door.

"Come in" she said smiling "I was just leaving do you need me to stay? She added.

Santana shook her head and watched as she walked out of the ward.

"Hello?" Mr Shue's voice called. Santana jumped in shock she hadn't been expecting him to be awake.

"Hi" she said nervously as she walked in the room. She was shocked again to see Mr. Shue out of bed sitting in a chair.

He beamed at her as she closed the door, then his expression turned pained when he took in her appearance. Her face was stained with dried blood and mascara. Her dress was torn in several places and she had a look of concern in her eyes. He slowly began to stand up.

"No! What are you doing?" Santana cried and she began to panic. She was pretty sure you weren't supposed to be walking around 24 hours after being shot.

"Relax," he said as he limped towards her "the bullet didn't go in it just went through the edge of my side".

This didn't make her feel any better, it actually sounded worse, but he was able to walk. Santana began to cry as she walked towards him. He reached out and hugged her, careful not to touch his wound. She cried into his shoulders and he held on tighter. Santana was about to speak, but he beat her to it.

"I'm so sorry Santana. I'm sorry I let that happen to you. I should have listened, of course something was wrong…"

"Stop it" she said through her tears "this isn't your fault, I should never have gone when Rachel told me, I should have known"

"It's ok," he said rubbing her back "we're going to stick together from now on, I'll be out of here soon and then we can drive home" he sat back down and gestured to the bed.

Santana sat down. A thought came into her head.

"How can you be out soon?" she said slightly confused.

"The doctors say that there was no major damage done, I just have to rest for a few days.

"Speaking of rest if we want out of here soon I better stay in bed" he got up and Santana helped him get comfy.

She sat down on the chair and fought the urge to sleep. She seemed to have slept a lot over the last day, yet she was still tired. She worried that the man would find them again. Maybe coming back was the wrong thing to do, she couldn't shake the feeling that she had lead this man to her friends…now they were all in danger. This was her last thought as she drifted of to sleep.