Fate is Unexpected in Disguise

Summary: I was walking along the sidewalk on my way to a nearby grocery store. It was midnight, the moon shining brightly above me. "I don't think it's a good idea to walk at this time of night," a soft chuckling followed. I quickly turned, half expecting a knife to my throat but relaxed when it was just the same girl.

Disclaimer: Do I own Glee? I wish.

Italics are Character's thoughts.

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Warning: This

Note: Hey guys! Sorry about the last chapter. Around when Naya was talking to Kevin, I accidentally said Taylor! Thankfully your reviews made me notice! In all the chaos that is me writing, I was so caught up in thinking about the end of the chapter that I didn't notice that I typed Taylor instead of Kevin. So I revised it! Hope that clears things up a bit and enough of me talking. On with the story!

Side Note: For the record I don't really know what actually happens in hospitals. So sorry if the explanations are unrealistic.

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Chapter 10: Time is Wasting

Hospital

Naya's POV

I felt empty. Furious. Scared. Unfair. I sat on a cold metal bench in the hospital hall. I was sitting with my legs held close to my body. Everything hurts. Not just physically but mentally. I wanted to be there with Heather. I told her I would never leave her. But they pushed me away. They told me she was in critical condition. I didn't want to lose another person I loved. Not again.

She told me she loved me. I never got to tell her I loved her too. My heart felt heavy.

"Hello? Ms. Rivera?" A young nurse calls me. I look up and see her handing me a cup of fresh coffee.

"Thanks," I mumble, slowly taking the the cup to my chapped lips. She leaves shortly after and I'm all alone in the hallway. My mind drifts back and forth to the events that happened a few hours before. The bar. The walk. The shooting. I smile sadly. It happened so fast in such little time. I remember the blood. I look down onto my jeans. Dried blood was flaking off it. Heather's blood. I remembered how it got all over the sidewalk.

Then I remembered who caused the blood.

I should have been the one who got shot. Not her. She doesn't deserve this. No one does. Except Taylor. I gripped the coffee cup tighter. He should of gotten hurt! He should have been the one bleeding! He deserves this!

"Argh!" I smash the cup onto the floor. The tiny pieces fly into the air. All I want is to be with Heather. I want the fucker Taylor gone! I just- I can't- I want!

I feel exhausted. I let my back slide against the metal arm rest. I turn so that I faced the wall. I wanted to shut everything out and hide; be in a shell and never come out. My eyes feel weary and my body starts shutting down. My last thoughts are about Heather. Happy, carefree, unharmed, and most of all. Safe.

I fall into a deep, dreamless sleep...

Next Day

I wake up steadily. I keep my eyes closed, hoping that everything was just a dream. I shuffle slowly into a sitting position, a small blanket falling on my lap. I open my eyes, wishing that the blanket was one of mine. I sigh and pull the soft blanket to my body. Someone must of laid it on me last night. All at once, memories flooded my mind. Straight away I got an immense headache. My hands shot up to my head and I winced. I almost forgot that I was injured. My hand reached up and touched the small gashes on my face. I felt a really long cut above my eyebrow.

Out the corner of my eye I see an old man walking up to me. He had a clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other. He had a grey short beard and little hair on his head.

"Ms. Rivera?" He calls out.

"Yes?" I murmur.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Maseau." He reaches his hand out towards me. I shake it slowly. "I'm here about Ms. Morris. I want to tell you some good and bad news." He looks at me questionably.

"Can I have.. the good news?" I ask wearily.

"Well, the bullet went right through her side, which means its out. We do need to repair any broken tissues and/or bones. The bullet didn't cause too much damage either and thankfully it didn't hit any arteries," he says reading off his clipboard. "She'll be out of the hospital in a few months."

I nod trying to take it all in. Then there was the bad news. "The bad news?"

"The bad news is she lost a lot of blood. She has a rare blood type, AB negative. We searched throughout the hospital but it seems that we don't have as much AB negative as we hoped for. We we're also looking for O negative blood types. But those have been used up for more serious cases. We've contacted her immediate family members but they are not AB negative or O negative."

"Not serious enough?! How is Heather's case not serious enough! She could die!" I yell in frustration. I close my eyes and take deep breathes. "So what your saying is. If.. you don't get this blood type that... that Heather might die?" My voice shaking. Dr. Maseau nods his head gloomily. I feel my vision blurring but I try to keep myself from crying. "N-no. You can't let this h-happen!" I shout.

"We've contacted other nearby hospitals but they seem to be out of AB negative. O negative blood is very rare next to AB negative. We've gotten hold of another hospital across the country. But by the time they get here it might be..." He trails off. I clutch the soft blanket to my body, like it's the only thing left that matters. He places a supportive hand on my shoulder.

It might be too late.

"C-can I donate?" I ask him.

"Unfortunately, no. We looked up your blood type while you were sleeping. You are A positive. Only AB negative's can donate to other AB negative's." He looks at me dejectedly. "I'm so... so sorry."

"I can't lose her!" I yell. "I couldn't save Mychal..." I whisper. Dr. Maseau sits next to me.

"Mychal?"

"He's.. my brother. He was a cancer patient."

"I see," he looks to a wall clock. "It's almost noon. You should get home."

"But I can't leave Heather," I state.

"Heather's still in a serious condition. She's unconscious right now. We'll call you if she wakes up."

I nod reluctantly. When they call, I want to be the first one she sees.

"Do you need to call anyone? You can use the hospital phones if you want," he offers.

"No, it's okay." He nods and walks away down the hall. I pull out my phone and dial the number. "Dianna?"

Apartments

"Shh it's okay Naya, shh," Dianna rubs my back soothingly. Over the last hour I told her what happened. And now, I was letting go and not holding back. We sat on the floor of our apartment. It was dim except for a small table lamp in the corner.

"S-she can't die! Dianna I-i can't, not after what h-happened with Mychal," my sobs were choking me.

"Let out Nay, shh," she continued to rub my back. "Come here." She opened her arms and let me climb into them. "Sometimes you just have to be three years old."

"W-what?" I choke out.

"Even though you're twenty-five now. You're also all the ages under that."

"Why am I three then?" I ask.

"I remember when I was three, I use to curl up and cry like you are now. So you're three," she says.

"I still d-don't understand."

"We all have stages at ages. When you're thirteen, you think that you can do everything on your own. But you can't. When you're eighteen, you officially become an adult. But it doesn't mean you act like one, yet. You get me?" She looks down at me and wipes my tears away. I nod slowly. "When your three, you cry because it's okay to cry."

Slowly but surely I start to regain my posture. I wipe all my tears away and try to be positive. "Thanks Di."

"No problem Nay," she hugs me tightly. "Always there for you."

I have a nagging question in the back of my mind. "Uhm Di?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you know anyone with AB negative type blood?" I wait for her answer as she thinks.

"Actually, yeah. Why?" She looks at me questionably.

"Could you tell me? You know, for Heather?" I sway gently on my heels.

"Yeah sure. I'll call my high school friend!" She nods her head.

"Who's your high school friend? Does she live close by?"

"Actually, he does. His name is Taylor, Taylor Hubbell."

What?

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A/N: Hello to all! Thanks again for all the reviews, favorites, and follows! Added a little Dianna and Naya friendship for ya! Again sorry for the confusion I caused! Heh.. heh. I think this story is getting along, don't you? Leave a review if you can! I love you guys for that!

Happy Halloween! Or Fall Solstice.. Or whatever you celebrate...

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