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Chapter 11
Karofsky reaches Santana just as the Latina hits the ground, immediately crouching over her and pressing his hand against the wound on her curses as the crimson blood seeps through his fingers, yelling at Puck to grab the first aid kit from the car. Puck takes his cell phone from his pocket and traps it between his ear and shoulder as he rummages through the trunk of the Land rover.
"He missed" the guard whispers frantically when he hears the other person answer. "Back-up is on the way, we'll be back soon" he adds, hanging up. He grabs the first aid kit and sprints back to the clearing, passing the box to Karofsky with a shaking hand. Noah hovers over the other guard as he works to stop the bleeding, his gaze meeting Santana's terrified eyes and he knows straight away that the Latina can see straight through him. "Back up's here" Puck states as he hears the approaching vehicles. "I'll take some of the guys to secure the area, jogging away from Santana and Karofsky.
"He already knew" the Latina murmurs hoarsely, her face pinched and her jaw clenched as Dave presses a bandage against her injury.
"What did he know?" Karofsky questions as Mike sprints over to them, the Asian man kneeling down next to them with panic written all over his face.
"Puckerman knew" Santana grinds out, "He reacted seconds before I was hit" she adds, swallowing a pained cry as more pressure is added to her shoulder.
"She's in shock" Dave tells Mike softly, easily lifting the woman into his arms and walking towards the Landrover with her, Chang following them with his gun in his hand as his eyes scan their surroundings.
"I'm not in shock" Santana snaps, "I know what I saw" she tells them furiously.
"Alright Ma'am, let's just concentrate on getting you fixed up" Mike replies softly, desperate to get his boss to gently places Santana into the backseat of the car, gesturing for her to stay down before rushing around to the driver's side and climbing in. Mike gets into the back with their boss, silently helping her hold a bundle of gauze against her injured shoulder, frowning at how pale the latina is becoming. Dave meets the other guard's gaze in the rear view mirror as he starts the engine, his eyes mirroring the asian's concern. Santana struggled to stay awake, feeling weaker and weaker, unconsciousness threatening to take over and she notices just how much of her blood is covering herself and Mike. "Focus on me" the guard tells her, "Do not go to sleep" he adds firmly, gripping onto the latina's hand. He feels the woman's grip weaken and he looks out of the window, growing more fearful when he notices how far away they are from the tunnel. "Dave, pick it up" the asian demands.
"My foot is already on the fucking floor!" Karofsky yells, frustration taking over as he realises that all their efforts to protect their bosses in the last few days may have been for nothing. Santana can vaguely hear the two guards arguing as she fights to stay conscious, Mike's terrified face is the last thing she sees before everything goes black.
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Brittany fights to push past Finn, the tall man blocking the door as she tries to leave the living quarters, desperate to follow Quinn down to the parking garage. Yelling at him to get out of her way, thumping at his broad chest with her fists and doing her best to squeeze out of the door, she stops when Quinn appears behind Finn, the smaller blonde having heard Brittany's yells.
"Stay here" Quinn tells her firmly. "There is nothing you can do and Santana would not want you to see her like this" she adds and the ex servant visibly deflates, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks. "Get out of the way" Quinn snaps to Finn, the man clumsily stepping to the side, allowing the woman to step forward and take Brittany into her arms. "She's going to be fine, Doctor Pillsbury will patch her up and then I'll come get you and Rachel, ok?" she says softly.
"Ok" Brittany whispers as Quinn places a soft kiss to her cheek before turning on her heel and heading back out of the apartment, Finn stepping back in front of the door as soon as his boss has left. Quinn marches down the hallway with long strides, the guard behind her having to jog in order to keep up with her as they reach the stairs, the blonde quickly going down them and heading straight for the door that leads them to the parking lot. She finds Anderson waiting there, his eyes never leaving the tunnel while he watches for Landrover's approach. "Any news?" Quinn asks him.
"Chang said Mrs Fabray-Lopez lost consciousness around five minutes ago, Ma'am" Blaine replies softly, "He said she lost a lot of blood" he adds regretfully.
"Go make sure Doctor Pillsbury is ready for her" Quinn orders the guard that had followed her, the man nodding and jogging from the room. She leans against the wall, her foot tapping nervously as she impatiently waits to see her wife, listening carefully for sounds coming from the tunnel. Blaine sighs softly as he spots headlights piercing into the darkness of the tunnel, speaking into his radio to alert the other guards. He sees Quinn push off of the wall out of the corner of his eye, the blonde's anxiety radiating from her as the car gets closer. She rushes down the concrete steps as soon as the car squeals to a stop, running straight to the back of the car and helping Mike transfer the Latina into his arms. Santana's limbs hand limply as the guard carries her into the house and along the hallways, Quinn and the other guards following closely behind him, the blonde's gaze never leaving her pale and bleeding wife.
"Have neither of you heard of a tourniquet" Doctor Pillsbury snaps as they enter the medical room.
"There was nothing to use" Mike responds angrily as he lays his boss on the bed.
"Get me some O negative blood from storage now!" Emma barks to the guard that Quinn had sent to her, the man running into the back room. "Ma'am, I need you to wait outside" she adds in a softer tone, gesturing for Karofsky to take the woman out of the room. The blonde allows the guard to guide her from the room as she stares numbly at her wife, how had this gone so wrong she wonders to herself. Dave places his hand on Quinn's shoulder, silently offering the woman some comfort and thinking about what Santana had said while she was laying bleeding in the clearing. He turns around as he hears someone walking along the hall way and he watches as Puck types furiously into his cell-phone, the mohawked man not even realising he isn't alone until Karofsky snatches the phone from his hand and points his gun at him.
"What the hell are you doing Karofsky?" Puckerman demands loudly, drawing Mike out from the room, the asian man stopping in surprise.
"Santana said you reacted before she was even hit" Mike explains dangerously, understanding dawning in his eyes. Karofsky scrolls through the cell phone, seeing two recent numbers, one he doesn't recognise and the other one is Quinn's. The gun pressing into his back causes him to freeze.
"Put your gun down Karofsky" Quinn's voice is cold, her finger lingering on the trigger and Mike realises too late that his gun is missing from his belt.
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