"Wait. Did you just say a tumor...?" Santana asked in disbelief, tears starting to swell in the corners of her eyes.
"Yes, I'm afraid I did. It could be a side effect from the accident, but we don't really know for sure."
"So, Brittany..has..cancer?" Santana managed to croak out before becoming dizzy and sitting down. The doctor put his hand on her shoulder, comforting her.
"That's what it looks like. However, we caught it early so we should be able to remove it before it grows any larger. I understand she's going with you to New York?" the doctor asked curiously.
"Yes, I was planning on taking her with me."
"Well, luckily, we have a great cancer treatment hospital there, and I have already contacted the head and notified them of her arrival."
"Wait. Britt has to stay in a hospital? I don't want her to be by herself. I don't want her to suffer any more than she already has. It's torture," Santana started to sob.
"No, no, of course not! Brittany can be escorted there for check ups, treatments and consolations. The doctor there says she wants to start a surgery soon. That way, we can prevent the tumor from growing."
Santana eased back into her chair and started breathing normally again. "Oh. Thank god! So, I can just take her to meet with the doctors?"
"Yes, that would be perfectly acceptable," the doctor led Santana to the door. Brittany was outside the door, crying, due to the doctor's explanations of her reoccurring headaches. She couldn't believe this was happening. 'First I lose all of my memory and next the thing I know, I have a tumor in my brain!?' She broke down in Santana's arms. Santana cooed and rubbed Brittany's back in circles, trying her best to calm her down.
Santana helped Brittany carry her bags out to the car, Brittany waving goodbye to all the faculty and people she'd met over the months. She was sad to go but also relieved. She was going to live in New York City, with the love of her life. Even though thoughts of the tumor swirled around in her head, Brittany wouldn't let that get her down. Every time Santana kissed her forehead or put her hand on her thigh, she felt so calm and tranquil.
Once the car was packed with Brittany's suitcases and bags, Brittany and Santana hopped into the driver and passenger seat, gearing up to leave. Brittany looked back at the mental facility, remembering all of the things she had experienced there. She remembered her one true friend she met there, Riley. He was one of the nicest and sweetest people she had met. He left. He was somewhere around the world, on his own. Brittany worried about him and if he was okay. He could never leave her mind..
Santana pulled away from the building, Brittany lightly sobbing as they drove away. Brittany wiped her tears and put on a brave face.
"New York City, here we come!"