AN: Fair Warning that this chapter contains a trigger memory, abuse and an old medical procedure and is graphic to a point.
Other than that, I hope you will enjoy Chapter 7.
Chapter 7:
Over the next few days, Brett helped around the convent fixing things, it was mainly because he wanted to be around Santana, but he wasn't going to mention that.
The two hit it off well once she opened up a bit more.
"You are funny Senor," Santana said to him one day as the two were engaging in a game of chess.
Some of the Nuns walked passed them giggling and saying something that made Santana drop her smile and go quiet.
"Hey, don't listen to them okay," Brett said.
"Sorry, I just hear them mention words about me and my family, and I can't help but feel that I failed," Santana said.
"You didn't, okay, hey, want to take a ride with me?"
She looked at him.
"Okay that came out wrong, I meant go for ride on my horse with me, see the sunset," he explained.
"Okay, sounds good,"
He saddled up his horse as he took Santana with him.
They rode up a small hill behind the convent to watch the sunset.
"It's beautiful, I forgot what a beautiful place Mexico could be," Santana said as she leaned against Brett who had his arms softly around her waist, mainly to keep her safe on the horse.
Santana placed a hand softly on his arm and smiled.
Brett smiled too as he softly kissed her neck and felt her turn a bit so she could kiss him.
"Thank you for saving me," Santana said softly.
"Anytime," he said back as he pecked her lips, "C'mon, we better go back to the convent before Sister Mercedes thinks I'm being indecent,"
Santana just laughed.
Today before heading off to see Santana, Brett received a telegram saying that Quinton was going to arrive today at Chuparosa.
He was happy about that.
As he impatiently waited for the train to pull in he waved at Quinton who waved back.
"Paws, it's good to see you again my friend," Brett said with a smile.
Quinton hugged his friend a hello, "Well, it's good to be here in Me-he-co, and look, Rachel decided to accompany me too,"
Rachel waved a hello as Brett took her hand and kissed it.
"Pleasure to see you again Ma'am," he said to her.
"Hey, like I said last time, off my woman," Quinton teased.
"What brings you with him?" Brett asked Rachel.
"I had to make sure you two stayed out of trouble, never know with him sometimes," Rachel answered with a smile.
"Wow, your woman is too smart,"
"Quick and smart, I can't get away with anything," Quinton joked as Rachel smacked his arm lightly then kissed his cheek, "So, any word?"
"Nope, but Quick Pistol is looking into it for me, so I've been doing odd jobs, I'm hearing things here and there, Williamson is definitely here in Nuevo Paradiso, as to where, no one knows yet,"
"Ah,"
"Quinn, can we go inside, it's really hot," Rachel asked as she took her husband's hand.
"Sure thing," Quinton said with a grin as the three entered the pub that had rooms in the back, "Wish you could have been there Bison, it was a good Wedding,"
"Me too, but my Pa said I had to get here," Brett said as he ordered a drink for Quinton, Rachel and him.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't my young protégé, Quinton Fabray, how are you doing?" Sue asked as she walked up Quinton and shook his hand, "And who is this short stacked person?"
"My wife, Ma'am," Quinton answered.
"Not a bad job,"
As the day wore on, Quinton found himself looking after a couple of the ill peasants who lived in Chuparosa as Rachel and Brett assisted him.
"So Bullet, I'd like to talk to you," Sue said eventually.
"Yes Ma'am," Brett said as he walked up to her.
"I have news for you, Aaron Williamson has holed himself up in El Presidio, it's an old army fort from the revolution a few years back, he's got a lot of backup but I'm sure you can manage,"
"I'll go with you," Quinton said.
"Quinn?" Rachel started.
"I'll be okay, I promise,"
"But I,"
"Rachel, I'll be okay,"
Rachel just nodded her head.
"How long do you think he'll be holed up there for?" Brett asked.
"Seems like he's been there quite a while, he's not going anywhere, why?" Sue answered.
"I have to go say bye to someone first,"
"If you're talking about the whore daughter of Mexico, you have another thing coming,"
Brett paused.
"You fell for her, didn't you?" Sue said.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Brett answered.
"Oh come off it boy I've seen those eyes before, you're in love with her, why else would you go and say goodbye,"
Brett didn't say anything, "I'll be back Paws, I have to say goodbye to her,"
With that he saddled up and rode off to Las Hermanas.
When he got there, he saw the doors were opened and there were women sobbing.
He jumped off his horse quickly and ran in.
"Santana?" he called out.
"Mr Pierce, hurry, to Sepulcro, I think that's where the man was heading, he's going to kill her, please, hurry," one of the sisters said.
"What man?" he asked.
"Jose Alcalde, he's going to kill her, please señor, he's already shot our Mother Superior,"
"Oh no, do you have a carriage here?"
"Yes señor,"
"Take her to Chuparosa, a man named Quinton Fabray is there, he will look after her, he's a doctor,"
"Okay Senor, hurry, save Santana,"
Brett raced with his horse to the cemetery that was just up from the convent. He prayed for the first time in years that Santana was okay, that she was alive.
He heard screaming coming from the cemetery as he pulled out his pistol and shot at Jose's hand before the man could deliver the killing blow at Santana's head.
"Ow, fuck," Jose yelled angrily as Brett jumped off his horse and stood in front of Santana who was curled against a headstone. Bleeding and bruised. Badly.
"I told you I'd kill you if you went hear her again," he spat.
"What's it to you Gringo?" Jose said angrily, clutching his left hand.
"I bought her off you, she's free," Brett said angrily.
"A good whore never leaves man, and this one here, this follando puta sucia, she's very good at what she does,"
"Then why are you trying to kill her?"
"Hey, I got rage, it's how we do it here in Mexico, a woman disobeys a man, we beat her good, no one cares if it gets out of hand,"
"You're a bunch of savages then,"
"Hey, you have no right to dishonour Mexico,"
"You dishonour Mexico, treating a woman like you do,"
"Oh, you wanna fight for her honour then? Huh?"
"Matter of fact I do,"
"She's just a whore, man, she's just a god dang, filthy, whore,"
"You keep telling yourself that,"
"When I'm done with you, I'll strip you naked and tie your corpse to a tree,"
"When I'm done, I'm taking my money back, plus some, and I'm taking Santana with me and saving her from a puto like you,"
"She's a fucking whore,"
"Whatever,"
"We settle this huh, I win, you are either dead or you turn and walk away gringo,"
"And if I win?"
"You won't,"
"If I win, Santana Lopez is mine and is free from you, comprende,"
"Sure, if that is what you want, you're not going to win gringo,"
"We'll see about that,"
The two men stared each other down.
Hands steady and fingers itching to go.
Jose made a move, but Brett flashed faster and pulled out his gun and shot Jose's hand, disarming him.
Jose howled in pain.
"Now you leave Santana Lopez alone, she's mine now, my woman, you come near her again, I'll kill you and you can entertain Satan in hell," Brett hissed.
"Puto, you fucking gringo, I'll kill you," Jose yelled
"Yeah, whatever,"
Brett walked towards Santana to help her up, not realising that Jose was going to shoot him in the back.
"Brett," Santana yelled as she pointed at Jose.
Brett turned around in time and shot Jose in the head.
He looked down at Jose's corpse as he shot it again just for good measure and then spat on it, before he retrieved his money as well as extra.
"I hope you're enjoying hell, you maldito bastardo," he said.
He then looked at Santana and walked over to her and reached out to touch her shoulder.
Santana cringed.
"Hey, I'm not going to hurt you," he said softly.
Santana just shivered.
"C'mon, I'll take you to see a Doctor friend of mine, you're going to be okay, mi belleza," he said.
"I thought I was going to die," she cried as he held her.
"Hey, shh, he'll never hurt you or any other woman again, shh, I've got you Sanny, I've always got you,"
Brett rode up to Chuparosa and saw Quinton exited a building.
"Bison, hey, your Mother Superior friend will be okay, just shock from the bullet shot, but I got it out, she's healing," he said to her.
"That's great, Paws, help me," he begged.
"What's wrong?"
Brett jumped off his horse and helped Santana down.
"Can you help her, Paws?" Brett asked in desperation.
"I can do my best," Quinton said as he looked Santana over, "Damn she's busted up bad,"
Inside the make-shift hospital room, the Nuns were seen praying outside a bedroom door as Brett followed Quinton while carrying Santana in his arms.
When they got to the room, Quinton had Brett strip her down and softly clean her the best he could so that Quinton could examine her injuries better.
"This is not good at all," he said.
"But you can fix her right?" Brett asked as Santana grasped onto his hands, she had been in a situation like this before.
A memory was going through her head of the men who had beat her before they raped her, she was terrified as that memory went streaming through her mind.
Sensing her fear, Brett held her hand tighter and said to her, "San, it's me, it's Brett, this is Paws, we won't hurt you, I promise mi belleza,"
"Don't let them hurt me," she begged him.
"He will save you,"
"Brett, help me,"
"Hey, I'm here for you, okay, I'm right here Sanny,"
"She's going into shock, dammit, I need to find something first," Quinton said as he looked into his medical bag.
"Sanny, I'm right here okay, you're going to be okay,"
"SHIT," Quinton yelled.
"What is it?" Brett asked.
"I don't have any anaesthesia left,"
"Why do you need it?"
"You see the swelling there, on her arms, legs and abdomen?"
"Yeah,"
"If I don't cut into those, she will die from shock and pain, soon,"
"Then can't we let her sleep?"
"It may take too long, and it may not work that way, she may wake up in the middle of it and be in more stress, the anaesthesia would make sure she felt nothing, if I don't do this now, she'll die before we get back to the U.S. to treat her, but if we do it now, she will be in a lot of pain,"
"I, but,"
"It is the only way, I'm really sorry Bison,"
"Can you tell her, please,"
"Santana, listen to me, okay," Quinton said as the Latina looked at him, "You have compartment syndrome, swellings on your arms, legs and abdomen, I need to cut into them now before I can stitch you up, or you will die, but I don't have any anaesthesia, so you will feel everything, and it will hurt like hell, do you understand?"
Santana just nodded.
"I need to strap you down onto the bed to stop you from moving, okay, and I need to cut into them, if we took you back to the U.S., you could die within that time, so we need to treat you now, okay,"
"America's not that far away, right?" Santana asked.
"No, about a two to three day journey on horseback or carriage, but, I can't risk you being jolted, I'm sorry,"
"Brett?" Santana started.
"Brett will have to go outside," Quinton said.
"Why?"
"I know how he will react to you being hurt, please trust me, this is hard enough for me,"
"Brett?"
"Paws, please, I have to stay here with her," Brett begged.
"I'm sorry Bison, but you may make it worse, one of the Nuns used to be a nurse, I'll get her to help me,"
Brett was ushered outside as one of the Nuns walked in.
Rachel sat down next to Brett and held his hand.
Inside the room, the Nun and Quinton strapped Santana down so she wouldn't move as Quinton put on his doctor's apron and took out a scalpel.
The Nun whispered comforting words softly to Santana, trying to keep her calm as they put a towel in her mouth.
"This is to stop you from damaging your teeth, okay," Quinton said as Santana nodded her head, tears falling from her face as she knew what was about to happen.
"I'm so sorry Santana," he said as he started cutting through the swelling and Santana let out a scream in agony as the Nun helped hold her down. The cloth fell from her face.
"NO PLEASE," Santana screamed as Quinton felt a tear fall.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, but this can help save you," he tried to say as he cut another one.
Santana screamed again as she tried to move, but couldn't.
"NO, PLEASE, STOP, I SWEAR I'LL DO ANYTHING, PLEASE," Santana screamed and cried as the pain tore through her body.
"I'm so sorry," Quinton said as he did his job.
Outside of the room, Brett had his head in his hands as Rachel patted his back.
"NOOOO, PLEASE, STOP IT," he heard Santana scream, he wanted to move, but Rachel held him back.
"Trust that Quinn knows what he's doing," she said softly to him.
"I do, it's just, she's hurt, and she's scared, and I, I need to protect her,"
"You could do more damage if you go in now and distract him,"
"I know, it's just, she's so scared,"
"She'll be okay,"
Santana's screaming was echoed through the floor before all of a sudden it just stopped and an eerie silence took over as Brett feared that the worst had happened.
AN 2: I apologise for the bad Spanish in this chapter as well.
