Santana Lopez woke up with her phone ringing uncontrollably from her wall charger.

An unknown number was calling her.

She looked up at the digital timer beside her bed. It was still seven in the evening. She rolled on the other side of the bed, not surprised that there was some man beside her, some man that she didn't know.

It was Sebastian.

He came over an hour ago and spent together in bed, whilst Santana ignored the consistent phone ringing these past minutes.

She wrapped her naked body with the blanket on her bed. Sebastian was naked as she was, sprawling contentedly beside her. She answered the phone call from Quinn.

"Who the fuck is this? At least let me get some sleep!" Santana grumbled. She had been working twenty hours a day and she just had an off for a few hours. Hours which she spent on bed with Sebastian Smythe.

"Santana…" Sugar's voice sounded panicked.

"What? Who are you?"

"It's Brittany…she's…"

"Who?"

"She…she's fainted," Sugar's voice was mixed with frantic sobs.

"What?" Santana automatically rose up from the bed.

"Where are you? Who are you?"

"I'm Sugar, Brittany's friend and we're in Dayton. Please, come over here, I really don't know what to do with her."

"Alright, I'm coming," Santana quickly slipped into a pair of jeans and sneakers. She also slipped in a V-cut white shirt. She couldn't care less if she looked bad but she needs to get to her wife.

And she needs to get there fast.

She woke Sebastian up.

"Hey, get up. Time to go."

"Huh?" Sebastian whisked his head.

"Get up. Get your clothes on."

"Okay." Sebastian put on his clothes and walked down the stairs, following the Latina.

"Bye, Tana." Sebastian said as he went out of the house. Santana just nodded as she climbed in her car and drove full-speed towards Dayton County Hospital.

"Where is she?" she asked at the nurse's desk as she looked for Brittany's name.

"She's in the ER ma'am," the nurse said respectfully.

"Thanks." Santana ran towards the ER. She saw a lanky little girl beside Quinn and approached the two women.

"Quinn, where is she?" Santana asked.

"Inside," Quinn answered, her hands rubbing the hysterical brown-haired girl.

Santana walked towards the door and peeked inside. When she did and saw Brittany, her heart seemed to be torn from the insides.

Her wife looked so pale, so thin and so…weak. She couldn't comprehend as how much her wife had lost in her weight since the day she moved out. Santana couldn't help but notice the dark circles under Brittany's eyes.

Sam Evans walked out from the ER, and seeing her fellow doctor Santana quickly asked about her wife's state.

"How is she?"

"Santana…we need to talk, in my office."

"Okay," Santana felt a lump in her throat that seemed to choke as she followed the blonde- haired doctor.

"What is it you want to talk about? Is it the virus?" Santana took a seat in front of Sam's desk.

"Santana, yes. There's something that's so unusual of her virus. It's drastically affecting her body and it is degrading her chances of survival. Dr. Lopez, I'm really sorry. I'm so sorry Santana. This is a different kind of HIV disease, and we don't if there's a cure. I just wasn't you to know that you had to abstain from the usual stuff and…you know. Have you had sex before?" Sam cocked his head.

"I…I know…I kinda felt it coming…" Santana muttered. "We have been abstaining, since we got married. So, no, we didn't."

"Oh, that's good to know. Because, we are still figuring it out and you just might get infected in a single slip. For the moment, I suggest you should take extra care. You may leave now, to tend to her."

"Yes, I should be going. Thank you," Santana left Sam in his office. She had made her resolution. She's going to fix her marriage.

The room was quiet, except for the soft beeping of the monitors.

"Turned out she's pretty burned out," Quinn looked at Santana.

"Yeah," Santana answered softly.

"Why are you doing this? Do you like hurting her?"

Santana was taken aback by Quinn's question. "Hang on there, Miss Mommy. I don't like hurting her. I can't do that. Look I admit I'm such a big jerk. So, please, zip your mouth and think before you speak."

"Please, Santana. You smell like sex."

"Look, I'm going to be honest with you Quinn, I'm sleeping with Sebastian, but I am regretting it. And you have to know that. And I'm going to tell Brittany about that, and fix everything between me and my wife, okay?"

"Santana…" Quinn softly said. "I'm your friend, and I am Brittany's friend too. Well, not as intimate as us, I would add, but you're both hurting. Both your ends."

"I know, Quinn. I just love her so much but, I've been such an ass lately…" Santana drawled the tears start to come up the surface again. Both women were not aware that Brittany was awake.

Brittany watched Santana draw in deep breaths as she tried to calm herself.

"Quinn," the blue-eyed blonde softly spoke.

"Yeah?"

"Can you leave us, for a while?"

"Yeah, sure. I have to go talk to my patients, too. You know, save lives…stuff," Quinn rose up awkwardly, feeling as if she just walked in to some private meeting. The emerald-eyed blonde quickly moved to the door and left the room.

It was just the both of them.

"Hey," Santana said first.

"Hey," Birttany replied. A short awkward silence hung upon them.

"San…" Brittany said as Santana called her.

"Britt…" Santana said the same time as Brittany said her name.

There were no words to speak anymore as Brittany was crushed in Santana's loving embrace.

"I missed you, I missed you," Santana sobbed.

"Oh, Santana…I'm so sorry," Brittany cried, burying herself on the raven-coloured hair.

"I'm so sorry. I ditched her, I couldn't live without you, Brittany. Life sucks without you…"

"I know…"

"And I just don't love you because I need you, I love you just because…because…I love you so much. I can't be complete without you…please, come home…Britt…please come home…"

"I will, San…I'm so sorry. What I did was highly stupid. I'm sorry I can't be the best wife you could ever get," Brittany wailed.

"No, baby. You are just so great and so perfect, please don't say that you're not. I love you so much and the house just so feels so…empty without you here. My life feels so empty without you…"

Brittany held out her hand and put it on Santana's own hand. "You still wear our wedding band," she smiled quietly.

"Yeah, and you still wear yours," Santana rested her forehead on Brittany's forehead.

"Forever…"

"Forever…" Santana entwined her little finger around her wife's.