Sorry for taking so long, busy schedule, three failing classes, you know how it is.

Santana

I was jerked out of my deep, peaceful sleep by the sound of Brittany's shrill scream, shortly followed by Quinn's loud "Oh my god!" I drowsily opened my eyes and looked down at Rachel who was surprisingly still asleep, undisturbed by the loud shrieks. I looked up at the clock at on the side table, 12:32 am. I groaned and glanced up at Brittany and Quinn who had backed up against the wall and were looking at Rachel in horror. I gave them a questioning stare, before lifting my hand to wipe the sleep from my eyes, but for some reason my arm was sticking to my side. I glanced down at my side, and my eyes widened as I saw Rachel's arm draped over my side, her sleeve, my shirt, and the bed beneath us drenched in blood.

"Holy shit!" I yelled loudly, grabbing Rachel's shoulders and shaking her violently. "Rachel, Rachel wake up." After getting no response I began to panic. I felt for a pulse, and the relief flooded over me as I felt the slow beat, but the panic set back in after noticing it was barely there. I quickly sat up on my knees, straddling Rachel, beginning to hyperventilate. I rubbed my hands together quickly and closed my eyes. "I'm sorry about this Rach," I whispered quietly, before raising my right hand, and bringing it down as hard as I could against her left cheek. I flinched from the sting in my hand, but what hurt the most was seeing that it had no effect on the diva. I repositioned her head so she was facing me, and slapped her again, but even harder. I almost started crying in relief as I felt Rachel tense beneath me. She groaned and slowly opened her eyes, before immediately squeezing them shut.

"Why's the room spinning?" she slurred, bringing her hand up to her head. "And why does my cheek hurt? Why am I all sticky?" She slowly opened her eyes, and saw me still on top of her. "Why are you straddling me?" Without answering, I grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her over my shoulder. I carried her into the bathroom and sat her on the toilet seat; she looked up at me in confusion, which quickly washed away, turning to surprise as she caught sight of the blood on my shirt. "Santana, you're bleeding!" She yelled, still slurring her speech.

"That's not my blood, Berry," I replied as calmly as I could, kneeling in front of her and pulling her shirt over her head. The dried blood on her sleeve stuck to her arm, and I braced myself before ripping it off. The brunette winced and looked up at me in horror. I got a wet towel, and began to clean the blood off her arm. Rachel's eyes widened in pain, and she bit her bottom lip, emitting a soft whimper before squeezing her eyes closed. After wiping the blood away, I was able to the twenty brand new cuts engraved into her arm, still bleeding profusely. I held the towel back up to her arm, and pressed down, trying to slow the bleeding. "Dammit Rachel! Why didn't you tell us about this before we went to bed?" Rachel opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Her eyelids began to flutter and she brought her free hand up to her head, and shut her eyes tightly. Her body began to shake, and she took a trembling breath before going completely limp and falling to the floor unconscious. I kneeled down beside her, pressing the towel firmly onto her arm. I checked her pulse and felt it begin to fade. I turned to the two blondes, and looked at them pleadingly through teary eyes. "Call an ambulance," I whispered hoarsely, trying to regain control of myself as I desperately struggled to stem the flow of blood from Rachel's arm. Brittany hastily pulled out her phone and dialed 911. She held the phone up to her ear as tears streamed down her cheeks. She began rambling incoherently into the, and I quickly yanked it out of her hands and held it up to my ear. "Get an ambulance here now," I demanded shakily through the phone.

"Ma'am, you need to calm down, where is your location?" The woman on the other side of the line asked. I quickly gave them Rachel's address, continuing to press the towel into her arm. "What's the current situation?" she asked me calmly.

"There's so much blood," I cried through the phone, close to hysterics, "I can't stop it, there's too much."

"An ambulance will be with you momentarily." The woman finished.

I hung up the phone and tossed it back to Brittany. I felt for Rachel's pulse again and sobbed loudly after not finding it. I let go of Rachel's arm, positioned my hands over her chest, and pressed down firmly. I counted to thirty out loud, in between sobs, continuing the chest compressions before tipping her head back, pinching her nose, and bending down, placing my lips over hers and blowing slowly. I felt her chest raise as the air entered her lungs before exhaling a second time. I began crying as I pulled away, thinking that this might be the last time I'll ever be mouth to mouth with Rachel Berry. I did thirty more chest compressions before delivering two more rescue breaths. Quinn was next to me, wrapping the brunette's arm in the now blood filled towel. I began sobbing even harder as I felt her pulse return. I continued breathing slowly into her mouth before the paramedics made their way into the house, up the stairs, and into Rachel's room. They placed to paddles on her chest and pulled me away from her. I flailed in their arms, trying to return to Rachel's side. They delivered a shock, and her heartbeat returned to normal. I collapsed on the ground in relief as they lifted her onto the stretcher and rushed downstairs. I got onto my feet and ran downstairs, following Rachel into the ambulance with Quinn and Brittany by my side.

Once we entered the hospital, the paramedics rushed Rachel to a room. I was about to follow them in, but I was stopped by a group of doctors, saying only family would be able to visit, and of course they paid no attention when I started screaming at them, informing them that her family was in fact dead. I stomped into the waiting room and threw myself onto the couch, sobbing loudly. Brittany sat down beside me and rubbed my back soothingly.

"It's all my fault," I cried loudly, "I should have checked last night! I'm so stupid!"

"You're not stupid Santana," Brittany comforted softly, "It's not your fault, none of us knew, but she's going to be okay now, we're just lucky we caught it before morning, that could have been bad."

I waited on the couch as the hours dragged by before a doctor with a clipboard entered the room and readjusted his glasses.

"Who's here for Rachel Berry?" He asked, scrunching his nose and squinting at the loads of people in the waiting room. We shot out of their seats and ran to the doctor. "Ms. Berry is asking for a… Ms. Santana Lopez?"

"Me!" I yelled loudly, shooting my hand up, the doctor nodded, and turned to walk down the hall, motioning for me to follow. I ran to his side, cursing silently at the slow pace he decided to walk at. We finally arrived at room 204, and I thrusted the door open, revealing Rachel curled into a ball on her bed, her small frame shaking. She lifted her head to look at us, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, she had dark bags under her eyes, and she had thick bandages covering both her arms. My heart broke at the sight, and I ran to her side and engulfed her in a huge hug.

"I'm so sorry, it's all my fault, I should've told you" she whispered softly, her voice trembling.

"Hey, it doesn't matter okay? All that matters is that you're okay now." She nodded and I tightened my grip around her. We finally broke apart after the doctor loudly cleared his throat.

"Rachel doesn't have any too major injuries, just pretty severe blood loss, and a good sized bruise on the side of her face. Do you have any idea how that happened?" the doctor asked, turning from his clipboard to look at me. I looked down at Rachel and saw a perfect hand-shaped bruise covering her left cheek. I blushed and looked down guiltily.

"Well, I was trying to get her to wake up after I found her, and I wasn't really thinking straight…" The doctor looked back at his papers and began scribbling furiously.

"I see, well Ms. Berry should be clear to leave tomorrow evening, is there a legal adult that can sign her release papers?" Me and Rachel turned to each other and locked eyes. I could see the fear instantly light up in her features. Oh shit, this was going to be a problem.

Sorry if it's not that good, writers block sucks, you know?