A/N: Wow…haven't updated in soooo long. I hope you guys continue to read. I'm in Virginia right now so I traveled a bit. But I couldn't just leave you guys for who how long. Hope you enjoy this chapter, and I just wanted to say that I love Kevin Mchale. Hate Artie, LOVE KEVIN, so just keep that in mind. I promise to update more often. this is a short chapter because of the way everything happens. I think if I didn't end on such cliffhangers, the story would be much longer…and I personally hate them. Anyways, please review and keep reading! :)
Chapter 11:
Santana had no idea what to do. She was just awkwardly standing in the back of the room looking on as Brittany was having an emotional breakdown. In all the fifteen years, she had never seen Brittany like this. She wanted to comfort her somehow.
So she walked over and pulled her into her arms. Brittany's tears fell onto her shirt and burned holes in her skin. They felt like daggers. It physically hurt her to see Brittany cry.
'This girl should never be this upset. It's like taking all of the color and joy out of the world.'
They heard the door creak open and saw a doctor standing in the doorway. He had a look of sorrow and comfort on his face. No one said a word until he made it to the foot of the bed.
"Hello. I am Dr. Michaels. I just spoke to Artie's parents, and they told me to tell you everything."
They looked at him, both fighting back tears now.
"When Artie was hit by the car, he was knocked unconscious immediately. When he was brought to the hospital, we did some tests, x-rays, and MRI's. We found that he was knocked unconscious due to a brain hemorrhage.
The two just looked at him in confusion.
"Girls, he's in a coma."