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Author's notes: I love writing this fic for you all. Your guys reviews always make me smile. I really enjoy seeing new reviewers along with the reviewers who have been following since I started posting this fic. I'm glad people are enjoying the glee and fallout put together. A special thanks to tunnelsnake3, anon, heroicintentions, annnnooooonimus (you know who you are), pcall006, ilovekc, silver85, and thatkid. Your guys' reviews for the last chapter were awesome.
As always all mistakes are my own… there will probably be a lot so I apologize in advance, hopefully it won't be too distracting.
Enjoy.
Fallout
Chapter 10: Where is My Mind
Inside Santana's mind
'Time had stopped… or at least that's what it felt like. One moment everything was crystal clear, the next my mind was to shatter into a million pieces. Where am I? What was I doing before I lost myself. The images are clouded… I… I was in the Vault. No, wait that's not right. I… we left the vault. Brittany and I had to leave, it was no longer safe for us to stay. Then Megaton… the cratered city in the waste. That's where we met Rachel and Quinn. All of this has already happened. I can see it but it's so fragmented. No… wait… we left Megaton… after killing Moriarty. We found Big Town, that's it, that's where… where… I remember us helping to protect the town… we were being attacked by monsters. Giant yellow creatures that wanted nothing more than to kill us for supper or worse. But why can't I remember anything else? One moment I'm fighting the creatures back, the next moment, nothing. Everything went black, and now I feel like I'm floating. Wait… no no no no no …. Fuck no… I died… this can't be happening… this is bullshit! I can't be dead. But I can't move… wait… okay Santana calm down. You were just hit in the head right… right. So that means everything is fine… you probably only have a head wound. Okay you need to stay calm. Panicking won't solve anything. Just think… What would your father say if you were treating a patient with a head wound?' Santana can almost hear her dad's voice ask her what a head injury is, it was the only way to keep her from panicking, not that it would do any good anyway. It wasn't as if she was going anywhere anytime soon. 'Right so a head injury is any trauma to the head or face. It is caused by a forcible collision with some sort of object, large or small, such as the ground, a car, a bullet, or in this case a giant creature with a blunt object. Some head injuries result in a break in the head or a fractured skull, which can immediately cause brain damage. Other head injuries result in swelling, which can damage the brain as the swelling progresses. Great… just freaken great.'
"Focus Santana, what are the symptoms of a head injury" her dad's voice becomes clearer, it seemed like he was almost standing over her.
'Right… symptoms of a head injury are , the patient may experience abrupt changes in personality, such as anger or irritability, without an apparent cause. Well that already sounds like me. Patients could suffer bone fractures or deformity, especially of the skull or face. Clear or blood-tinged fluid coming from the mouth, ears, or nose. They could indicate signs of confusion, drowsiness, clumsiness, have memory loss, lethargy, or difficulty speaking, understanding, or hearing. Loss of control of bodily functions, please let my bodily functions be okay. Pupils that are different sizes, or pupils that do not change when exposed to light and dark. Seizure or unexplained shaking or convulsions. Expect severe headaches, slow or stopped breathing. They could be unconscious or be in a coma. There could be Vomiting, and weakness or paralysis. What else Santana.' The doctor in her prodded. 'How can one treat a head injury, well I guess it depends on its severity and exact location or type. A mild head injury can be treated by careful observation to monitor any worsening of symptoms, and can be treated by medications, such as acetaminophen, to control headaches. Moderate or severe brain injuries are treated with supportive care to ensure adequate oxygen and proper blood flow to the brain, among other things. Additionally, it is important to limit swelling in the brain. In severe head injuries, the skull may have to be partially removed to allow the brain room to expand. Surgery may also be required to fix damaged vessels or other tissues in the brain or around the skull.'
"Very good…"she could hear her dad's voice above her as if she was standing just mere inches from her. "Santana, please stop daydreaming and pay attention… the stuff that I teach you now is detrimental to your work." Her father's voice says.
"Huh?" as if she were waking up from a dream the dark room around her started to come into focus. She blinks as the lights above her throw her focus out of whack. "Where in the hell." The room she was in was very familiar, she had spent many hours here throughout her childhood. "The lab… but how…" she was in the vaults lab… the metal walls and fluorescent lights pretty much confirmed that.
"Santana please… focus, what is wrong with you today. Are you feeling sick?" Santana looks next to her and sure enough her father was standing there giving her a concerned expression.
'This isn't right.' Santana shakes her head. "How did I get here?"
Her dad laughs. "Honey, surely you are aware of where babies come from… You were no different." Her looming father smirks above her.
"No dad… how did I get back here! What… where's Brittany… did she bring me back here. I need to see her now!" Santana shoots up from her desk.
"Honey… I don't know what you're talking about. Whose Brittany?"
"Brittany… my best friend.. The girl I'm in love with. She was the one I ran away with after shooting Abrams!" Santana starts to hyperventilate.
"Whoa, sweetie… you need to calm down. I don't know what is going on in that brain of yours lately… you've been so distant. But sweetie, I can assure you I've never met this love of yours before… this Brittany, and what do you mean you shot Abrams?"
Santana is speechless. 'What is going on.' She flinches away when her dad's hand comes into contact with her forehead.
"It must be the stress, you should go back to the room and lay down for a bit. The stress of the job must be getting to you." Santana throws him a confused look before getting up from her desk. Everything was different… that much she knew.
"But dad… I was in the wasteland.. I was fighting Super Mutants with Sugar and Mercedes. And Quinn and Rachel were there with me and Britt-"
"Now that's enough!" her dad interrupts her. "In case you haven't noticed we don't have time to talk about this fictitious land of yours Santana. It was a dream brought on by stress… nothing more. I have enough on my plate as it is, now please… go back to your room and try to relax. I'm all most finished here anyway." Her father turns away from her in order to greet the next patient.
With that Santana storms out of the lab, there was no use trying to argue with her dad. In his world, she would always be wrong anyway. She doesn't bother going back to her room, she had to find Brittany and fast. She weaves her way through the hallways as fast as possible, trying her best to avoid the sentry guard patrols. The last time she was here she had a target put on her head by Abrams, and the last thing she wanted was to be shot. As she runs around a corner she comes face to face with a familiar vault dweller.
"Amata! Thank god, I need to find Brittany… she wasn't in the lab… which was weird-"
"Excuse me?" Amata pushes past her.
"Amata wait?" Santana tries to stop her, but before she can Amata turns on her quickly catching Santana off guard. The future overseer's face was hardened, something Santana hasn't seen before.
"I'm sorry… but you will refer to me as the overseer's daughter. I don't know who told you my real name, but you will refrain from using it. Do I make myself clear miss… occupants of the vault also shouldn't be running down the hallways. So unless you want me to get security evolved I suggest you be on your way." Before Santana can even comprehend what was coming out of Amata's mouth the girl had turned away from her to continue down the hall.
"What the fuck is going on!" this wasn't her vault. Amata would have never treated her like that, they were close, hell Santana was practically raised by Amata. She however didn't have the time to dwell on what was going on around her. She needed to find Brittany. "Room 105." Brittany's old room. She quickly pounds on the large metal door. "Britt! Are you in there!" No answer. She pounds again. "Bri-"
"Excuse me young lady, can I help you." an old lady came around the corner carrying a bag of food.
"I was trying to see if my friend is home." Santana explains.
"Oh I'm sorry dear, but I'm afraid you might have the wrong door. You see this is my place." Sure enough as soon as the lady gets close enough the door opens.
"But… this is room 105 right?" Santana stands awkwardly outside of the lady's place.
"Of course it is."
"But Brittany Pierce lives in room 105" Santana tries to explain.
"Well I don't know any Brittany Pierce young lady, but I can assure you she doesn't live here."
With that the metal door closes on Santana's face. She knew she wasn't wrong. She had spent countless hours in this exact room growing up. She remembers the two of them would stay up all night sometimes swapping endless stories about their future dreams, and eating endless bowls of powdered ice cream. This was her place, she was sure.
Santana slowly sulked back to her own residence. 'Maybe Brittany would be waiting for me there. Yeah that has to be where she is.' Santana takes off towards her place, room 215 hoping to find her lovely blonde waiting for her.
"Brittany!" she runs into the living area only to be met with the cold metal of the vault. She tries her bedroom next, but all that was there was her unmade bed. She was all alone. The next thing she notices was the picture frame on her old dresser, it was suppose to be of the two of them together, but now as she looked closer at it she notices Brittany missing from it. It was as if someone was trying to erase Brittany from her life, and there was only one person who would try to do that. "Abrams." If Abrams had Brittany she couldn't stall anymore, she needed to find her and get her away from that man before he could hurt her again. Santana turns to leave, but is stopped as her dad enters the room.
"Santana I thought I told you to get some rest… you should be laying down."
"Dad I don't have time for that… Brittany needs me okay, Abrams has her and I'm not letting that bastard hurt her ever again." She tries to push past her dad, but is stopped.
"Okay Santana that's enough… there is no Brittany your age. Trust me, I know pretty much everyone in the vault, and the only Brittany here is is five years old. And what is all of this nonsense bout Abrams? I thought you guys were cool seeing as he's Noah's boss and all."
Her father wasn't making any sense, 'and who the fuck is Noah?' "Will you stop pretending, you know who Brittany is, she is my best friend, my only friend. And I have spent every holiday, birthday, and every weekend together with her!" Santana yells. "And how dare you come into my room and mess with my stuff. I don't appreciate you cutting up my pictures dad." Santana was becoming beyond angry.
Before she even realized it her dad had pulled her back into her room and laid her on the bed. "Okay sweetie, I realize you are under a lot of stress, with the wedding and all, so look I'm going to give you a little sedative just to help you relax." Before Santana could process what her dad said, he had already stuck her with the small needle with what she assumed was morphine. 'Who carries that shit around with them.' Her protest dies quickly as she slowly feels her mind starting to drift away.
Wait… what wedding?" she asks for she falls completely into darkness.
"Oh my god San!" she can hear a familiar voice calling to her, but it sounded so far away. "Quinn her eye! San can you hear me!" the voices were muffled but she was sure she could hear Brittany's voice . That was when she felt a white flash of pain spread through her body. Pain… It was familiar. "San please stay with me." The sky above her was dark… but she could make out the stars of the waste. "Quinn she's convulsing… what do I do!" above her she could barely make out the familiar face that went along with the heavenly voice.
"I think she's having a seizer Brittany…" she hears another voice.
"Fuck do something… we need to help her."
"Britt…" she tries to speak but she's not sure if she can. She was in so much pain.
"Please baby… please just stick with me." Brittany pleads with her, but it was useless, she could feel the darkness around her closing in.
Santana finds herself once again standing in the poorly lit room all alone. This time there must have been a mirror in front of her since she was standing face to face with herself.
"Oh that's sweet dearie, you think I'm you." the other her says.
"Wait your me? I mean I'm talking to me…"
"Stop confusing yourself, it's pathetic. I can't believe we share the same body."
"What the fuck are you … I mean me…"
"You can call me Snix, and I'm that small part of you that you try so hard to ignore. It's weird, normally you succeed in pushing me back, but now I'm free and I'm not going back."
"I don't understand what do you want."
"It's cute, the whole denial thing. But here let me break it down for ya, I'm that little part of you that you feel every time you get angry. I'm that small voice that urges you to kill every time you feel threatened, and I'm the part of you that isn't afraid to kill anyone caught in my path. Pain is something I live for, and I don't care who I have to hurt to get what I want."
"What is it you want?"
"I want everything…your weak Santana, to me your about as useless as a fluffy puppy. You think you can protect your friends, well you can't. Everyone you love is going to die, and there is nothing you can do to stop that. But it's all right, now that I'm free, things are going to start to change around here. You better be ready."
"Snix?" Santana jolts awake. She was back in her vault room bed. Alone. She looks at her pipboy, her dad had knocked out for a few hours, according to the pipboy it was now four in the morning. She lies back down. Everything here was wrong, according to her father and that old lady, Brittany wasn't here in the vault. In fact, she seemed to be erased entirely from the vaults records. It was really confusing. And who was this Snix girl. "It must have been a dream." But deep down Santana knew it wasn't, Snix was apart of her, she could sense it
Santana lies back in her bed falling effortlessly back to sleep. This time she didn't dream. It wasn't until she felt her bed dip that she woke from her dreamless sleep. At first, she was confused. It couldn't be Brittany right. As soon as the two manly arms wrap around her she springs into action and pushes the intruder out of her bed with as much power as possible.
"Ow, San what the hell is wrong with you." the lights turn on reveling a very UN welcomed face.
"Puck? What the fuck do you think you're doing sneaking into my room at night. Get out!"
"Whoa... babe what are you talking about. You stood me up for dinner so I came to check on you after my shift. Your dad told me that you weren't feeling well that's why I'm here. To make you feel better."
"I don't need you ever, you prick, so get out before I call security."
"Okay am I missing something here... did I forget like your birthday of something because it seems like your mad at me for something and I'm not going to lie I can't figure out what."
"Are you serious right now... I hate you Puck... I've always hated you. You made every day more difficult with between me and Brittany, now you think it's okay to just show up in my bed like being buds or something, I dint know what you're on but this whatever it stops now. So leave."
"What babe... I know you're under a great deal of stress, but are you calling off the wedding?"
"What wedding!?"
"Um... ours?"
'Um please say I heard that wrong, there is no way I am going to marry this creep.' "Puck, I'm sorry, it's obvious that I just hallucinated you saying that we are getting married. Now please, I need to go back to sleep before my head explodes from all of the crazy happening around me."
"Santana… we are getting married." Santanat laughs right in his face.
"See there, you said it again. This place is absolutely backwards." Santana jumps out of bed and heads towards the door. She couldn't stay in her room any longer. In what universe would she ever marry Puck, of all people Puck wasn't even on the top 10 list of possible people she would even consider dating. But here in this place, she was marrying him, a life without Brittany lead to her marrying one of greatest douches in the vault. 'This place is a nightmare.' She thinks. With nowhere in mind antana starts down the empty corridors of the vault.
"So you found that just as hilarious as I did." A voice calls to her. She looks over her shoulder but is met with an empty hallway.
"Hello?"
"Over here S baby." Santana turns towards the glass window. It was her reflection smirking at her.
"Snix…"
"In the flesh… well almost. You seem surprised to see me."
"I didn't think you were actually real."
"I figured as much… but I'm as real as that beautiful blonde you miss so much."
"Brittany… what do you know…" santana pounds on the glass.
"I know everything about Brittany… since she is the one thing we have in common. That being said I should probably inform you that she needs you."
"But I can't find her. She isn't here."
"Right… but that doesn't mean you should stop fighting to find her. This place your in… its not real. Its all fake. A trap set up by our mind to protect you from suffering along with your body."
"But then how do I escape. How can I get back to Brittany."
"That's a good question, if I knew how to get out of your mind don't you think I would have escaped a long time ago. You see your mind is like a maze, every door in this place is like a loop. And that is why I'm here to help you. Unless you want to stay here… you know and marry Puck and have a dozen Puckletts" santana cringes at the idea of staying here any longer than necessary. "Yeah that's what I thought."
"I don't know how to escape."
"Right but luckily for you all we have is time to figure that out right."
"Santana?" santana turns away from the window towards the voice. It was her father. "What are you doing out here at this hour?"
"Oh.. I couldn't sleep."
"Huh, did Noah upset you dear?"
Santana doesn't know how to react to this question, here she was suppose to be in love with the guy who took advantage of her in real life. The guy who blackmailed her for years in order to protect Brittany. Of course Puck would upset her.
"No daddy… Noah" she cringes at the first name "didn't upset me… I'm just stressed. Like you said, I have a lot on my mind." She forces out.
"Well why don't you come back to our pad. I don't like you wandering around the vault at night, this place isn't as safe as you think."
Santana reluctantly follows him back to their place. "You know I was worried bout you earlier all this talk bout imaginary people and living in the waste. Thought might have lost your mind for a second, but it looks like I was wrong."
Santana notices Snix standing in the corner of the living room as they entered. "Yeah, I feel like I'm losing my mind." She tries to joke. Snix's wink sat her. 'Oh I am definitely losing it here.' She thinks.
Time moves differently here, that much Santana knew. Days flew past, and she was no where near figuring out how to leave this place. Some days she would wander round aimlessly looking for a large door that said EXIT on it, other as she spent playing along with façade. She missed Brittany, and everyday apart from her was slowly takings turn. Snix wasn't as much help as you would think. For the most part the doppelganger seemed to follow her around. Santana was overwhelmed she wasn't sure what she needed to do to escape, at one point she thought maybe living among this false world would bring her closer to the answer she was looking for, but that ment she would have to marry Puck… which was never going to happen.
"We're never going to be free of his place at the pace you're moving." Snix cornered her in her bathroom. The alter go was becoming stronger, and more demanding than usual.
"I don't know what you want me to do… "Santana shrugged, she knew she was trapped… or dead.
"Something is better than nothing… don't you want to be with Brittany?" Snix sneered.
Santana was forced to wander the endless labyrinth that was the vault. It was different from what she remembered. Most halls led her around in circles, others were completely locked off. This place was miserable, she felt like a lab rat forced to navigate the never ending maze of metal walls. Time seemed to move past her. Days flew by according to her pipboy, then weeks, months. It was strange, eventually Santana forgot what she was supposed to be doing. She went to work, she went home, she ate... she was trapped in a loop, and she really was starting to forget about that person she was supposed to be looking for.
"San?"
Her favorite part of her day however was the moment right before her eyes would close before she fell into a dreamless sleep. There was a point where she could almost feel someone holding her tightly. She could feel them run their hands through her hair and whisper softly to her. Sure, she couldn't understand what they were saying, but it felt... it felt like home. A place so far away it was hard to remember everything from before. Nevertheless, in those moments she could almost taste Brittany against her lips. This was the best part of her day... the one thing she looked forward to... those few moments where she felt free. "Brittany."
Where is my mind?
Things would change before Santana would completely lose herself.
"Wake up!" Snix yelled into her ear.
Santana's eyes fly open.
"What the fuck Snix."
"Today is the day... today is it I can feel it so get up." Snix pulls the sheets off Santana.
'That was new.' Santana stared at Snix. The double had never been able to interact with the physical surroundings of the vault.
"I knew it... today's the day."
"I don't understand... what's going on?" Santana gets out of bed.
"It's my turn... we're getting out of here." with that Snix pushes Santana, making the girl fall to the ground, only when she looks up to yell at the evil clone she sees another one of her. Snix is smiling as she literally jumps into the third 'Santana'.
"What's going on?" Santana stands back up. She tries to grab Snix to force her to look at her only to have her hand go right through the forearm of her body.
Snix smirks. "Things are about to get interesting... you better keep up." and with that Snix rushes out of the bedroom. Santana quickly rushes after her.
"Okay... try to stay calm. Dad!" she sees her dad come out of his room, but the man doesn't acknowledge her. "Dad?" she stands in front of him only to be ignored completely. "Look at me! No this... this isn't happening."
"Oh it's happening." Snix walks back into the room.
"Honey?" her dad looks at her. "Who are you talking to dear?'
"Oh no one daddy." the girl says sweetly.
The next thing that happens takes Santana by surprise. One moment she tries to figure out what the hell is going on, the next she hears a gunshot go off. She turns in time to see her dad fall to the ground, Snix standing over top of his body with a still smoking gun.
Santana blinks... shock rakes her body as she sees the ever growing pool of blood moving towards her. Snix on the other hand seems unfazed. In fact, she looks just as smug as before.
"Dad!?" Santana tries to get closer to the body. "You... you shot... you just killed." Santana is unable to form coherent words.
"Poor daddy." Snix says in a mocking tone.
"Why. How. Why are you doing this?"
"Come on Santana... we've been here for months... it's time for some action, and it is obvious that I am the person that is going to get us out of this fucking place. This is how we're going to do it." Snix shakes her gun around.
"You're just going to kill... my dad?"
"No silly... EVERYONE. I'm going to kill everyone until I find that door into the outside world. Then who knows what I'll do. So you can sit here and mourn over the imaginary dad in your head, or you can follow me to the exit." with that Snix leaves the vault chamber.
Santana wasn't sure what she should do, she tries to touch her father, but her hands go right through him. She then hears two more gunshots. "Fuck." she takes off towards the noise running as fast as she can in order to catch up to the out of control alter ego. She passes two dead guards before she finds Snix who is firing at more security guards at the other end of the hall. The vault alarm erupts as the chaos around her starts to unfold. Snix cleared the next hallway shooting anyone unfortunate enough to cross her path. "Where are we going?"
"To the exit silly."
"But we already tried to get out of the vault. The entrance to the vault door is sealed remember... we need the password frm the overseer to even get into the room."
"Oh I know. Don't worry I've got it all figured out." she shoots two more guards.
"Plus aren't we heading in the wrong direction... the overseer's office is in the other direction."
"I need to make a quick stop before we leave if that's alright with you." before Santana is even able to grasp what the girl is saying she recognizes the door they were now standing in front of.
"We can't go in there." it was the security wing.
"Of course we can... plus I need to finish something you fail to do." Snix kicks the ID card mount forcing it to malfunction and opening the doors.
"Where did you even get the gun?"
"Puck... let's just say he won't be needing it anytime soon."
Gunfire explodes throughout the wing as Snix fights her way towards the one office Santana had been avoiding.
"Hello Artie." Snix says after kicking open the door. Sure enough, the man she hated more than describable was sitting behind his desk.
"What are you doing in here?"
"Oh you know... making a scene." she shoots the man in the shoulder making him fall from his office chair. Santana walks further into the room. "You see Santana... this was where I was born. Right here in this room, of course that was in the real world." Snix makes her way towards the weeping man. "It was in this spot that you created me. Do you remember?" Snix looks over her shoulder at her with that smug expression. "Yeah you remember, it was right after you pistol whipped this fucker. Snix shoots Artie again this time in the right knee. Santana looks at the white stained couch, and for a moment, she can almost see her tattered blonde lying on it, abused and broken. "You were so angry... it's hard to even describe it. Just murderous rage seeping from your soul. Then bam I appear. That small voice egging you to kill this man... that small voice that for a second you questioned, before giving me complete control." she shoots Artie again, this time in the head. "Too bad he didn't die in real life am I right." Santana can't stop herself from smirking. "There we go... that's the Santana I want to see more of. This courageous crap you've been pulling in the waste... helping people. No bueno. The only person you should be helping is yourself... and Brittany." Santana can't help but nod in agreement. It was hard to argue with Snix's logic... since technically it was her own. "Heartless... just the way I like it. Come on let's get the fuck out of this vault." Snix and Santana continue their way through the vault, taking out as many guards as possible along the way. They reached the overseer's office and force him to his knees. "What's the password?" Snix easily gets the code before pistol whipping the man. They take a very familiar path towards the large sealed vault door.
"We did it." Santana says as they reach the control panel.
"No... I did it, but since I'm you, I guess you could say we." Snix pulls the switch to open the door.
It was just as loud as she remembers when he heard it open for the first time. In front of hers, she could see the light at the end of the tunnel. Snix grabs her hand. "Are you ready?"
"Yes."
Together the two of them walk down the poorly lit tunnel. As the two of them passed through they are blinded by an intense light.
"DOCTOR! Get in here... she opened her eye!" a voice yell next to her. "Oh my god San... please, please..." Santana blinks again the light overwhelming her. "You're okay, Doctor Li! Try not to move San." the voice says next to her, it was so familiar.
'Britt?' she tries to say only to find out she couldn't. Around her, she could hear multiple voices as people moved around her.
"Take out that tube." an unfamiliar voice says, Santana almost gags as she feels the pressure in her throat. Finally, her eyes adjust enough to see a metal ceiling above her. For a moment she thinks she's back in the vault, but the ceiling looks worn and rusted.
"Britt?" her voice is horse, dry, and sore.
"Shh baby... I'm here trying not to speak okay." Santana looks for where the voice is coming from. Her head rolls to the left. She gasps when she lays her eyes on a familiar face. One that she felt like she hadn't seen for years.
"Britt..." she mouths as a tear runs down her cheek. The blonde was in tears as well. Santana tries her best to take in her surroundings... she couldn't remember what had happened to her. She couldn't remember anything, just Brittany. She tries desperately to remember, but her head feels like its being tightened in a vice. Then the pain hit her. "Hurts." she tries to move her but her body feels like dead weight.
"Sweetie don't move okay... just relax." a white haired man comes in her line of sight. "My names Doctor Preston... Doctor Li's here too. You've been out for a long time dear." the man says.
"What...?" Santana was confused but the pain that rittled through her body became worse. Every part of her body hurt.
"You've been in a coma... for 125 days. You suffered massive trauma to the left side of your body from what Brittany says was a Super mutant. The swelling in your brain forced us to operate in order to alleviate the pressure from the skull."
"They shaved your head." Brittany says as she runs her fingers along her head. "Well only the left side."
"You also had severe trauma to the left eye... we were forced to remove It." the doctor says.
'What' against she tries to move her left arm but can't. She starts to panic. Her body erupts in pain.
"San... please stop trying to move... doctor... she's in pain, can't you do something."
"Yes dear... I can see that. Doctor Li can you please administer the pain medication... well explain everything to you when you wake back up."
"I don't know why I'm even here... I'm not actually a medical doctor." she hears a voice say.
"You're here so do it anyway." Doctor Preston says. "Well that should help dear... well continue this conversation when you wake up." the man disappears from her line of vision.
"Britt?"
"Shh... the doctor says you need to rest. I promise I won't leave your side."
The world around her starts to become fussy as the pain medication takes hold of her.
"Britt... where are we?" she manages to say before blacking out.
"Rivet City... we're safe in Rivet City San. I love you."
Santana feels Brittany's lips press against her forehead before succumbing to the darkness, once again.
That's it for this chapter. I hope you like it. The next will be flashbacks of how they got to rivet city... and stuff happening in the city as well. I wanted to injury Santana more severely because I plan to use this later, let me know what you think. Santana also is sporting a halve shaved head kind like in the game... but looks more like rihanna's in my mind.
Review and let me know your thoughts... things you want to see. Things you hate...