Author's note: I hope this is fast enough of an update Chrissie32 ;) Okay so here's another chapter, I finally have an idea of where I want this story to go. So as long as I can have access to a computer I'm hoping to have more updates soon for you all. Yes I never actually preplan my stories, I just say hey that works and write it. So lets see how preplanning worked this time. And hey I wrote this chapter in my head while mowing lawns, Highfive for maltitasking! anyone? anyone? no? oh alright I guess you shall go read the story :) Enjoy! (review!)
"What the fuck, its three in the morning! What could be so-"
"Finn got into an accident." Rachel sobbed into the phone; Brittany stayed silent, patiently waiting for more but when all she could hear was ragged breathing and small sob's she knew her friend needed her.
"I'll be right over. City hospital correct?"
"Ye-yeah." Brittany threw on a pair of jeans and a simple tee-shirt, her blond hair thrown into a messy low ponytail. She has to at least look presentable to her friend even though it's for a dark moment. The blond grabbed her car keys and jumped into her car, slightly speeding to reach the hospital where she found Rachel, in a bright pick dress and shoes that don't quiet work with the outfit.
"Rach…" Brittany whispered as she took her friend in her arm's, holding her as she shook. "Is he okay? I mean how bad is it?"
"He's okay… but he hit someone and their not looking too well. Britt what do I do!" the shorter girl started to sob again, Brittany took her in her arms and led her into the waiting room in the hospital, lowing her slowly into a chair as her sob's started to subside.
"First, at least he is okay. That's good. The person he hit, was it avoidable on his part? If they came out of no-"
"He'd been drinking." She looked down into her lap, where her hands sat intertwined with the blonds.
"Oh."
"The courts won't win his case will they?"
"Maybe honey. Maybe." Brittany tried to soothe her, but she knew that it was almost impossible to win a court case if he had been drinking and driving. She wondered about the other victim, how bad their medical state was and if they would sue or not. A strange pang hit the blond in the pit of her stomach as she started to think more about the other person who was involved. "…What time did they say this happened around?"
"I don't know… around ten forty is when the 9-1-1 call was issued… why does it matter?"
"Um, just curious." She just couldn't shake the feeling that someone she knew was hurt. Of course Finn was hurt, but Rachel said he was okay except for the fact he's probably going to jail for the rest of his life, but what could it be? Santana a voice whispered from inside her head. "Do you know more about the victim? Maybe we can convince them to not sue!" Brittany beamed at what she thought was a brilliant idea.
"She's in a coma; they thought she might as well be dead. Usually motorcyclists don't survive head on collisions."
"…She?"
"Yea. Britt why does this matter? Why does it matter who is going to send my poor Finn to jail to never see his baby grow up?"
"I have to go." The blond got up and started down the hall to the receptions desk. A small female sat behind the desk, her ginger hair tied back into a tight pony tail.
"Hello, how may I help you ma'ma?"
"Where is the room with the victim from the car and motorcycle collision?" the lady looked at Brittany, inquiring more information. "The female, the one driving the motorcycle."
"I'm sorry I can't give you that information ma'am unless your part of her family."
"I think she's my girlfriend, but I'm not sure. She drives a motorcycle, and was coming to my place around ten-thirty but she never showed. Then my friend called me and said her husband had been in a crash with a female motorcyclist around that time. So I would like it if you would fucken tell me where her room is." Brittany was starting to grow impatient as explained to the lady what she really didn't want to know.
"Okay. Room 12 in the ICU, but ma-" Brittany took off before the ginger could finish her sentence. Her blue eye's read the names of each hall, turning into the ICU, almost crashing into a nurse as she ran faster and faster blindly checking the room numbers. There she found room 12, halfway down the hallway to her right. She looked in through the large glass window; the room was empty, bed untouched and monitor turned off. She sat down in the chair across the hall, heart aching as her eye lids drooped lower and lower.
It only felt like a few minutes when the sound of feet shuffling and low voices brought the blond back to reality. Blue orbs focused on the body being rolled into the room, her tanned skin darker against the white wash walls in the hospital room, the blond found herself standing closer to the glass as her eye's watched the doctors plug the Latina into the heart monitor and other machines that looked too complex to being to understand.
"-as I said I say the interns inform her family."
"Cali!" The Asian looking doctor hissed as they walked out of Santana's hospital room. The dark haired women, apparently named Cali, followed the Asians gaze to Brittany. A look of understanding crossed Cali's eyes as she made her way over to the blond.
"Ma'am are you of relation's with Ms. Lopez?"
"She's my girlfriend… or was. I broke up with her out of being scared… She was coming over tonight so we can make it all better…" Brittany couldn't take her eyes off of the Latina. Her body was so still, the movements of her breathing where barely noticeable unless you stared hard enough at her chest.
"You must understand she was in a really bad accident. Her current condition is surprisingly well compared to regular cases." Brittany finally took her eyes off the Latina, tears spilled out of her eyes as she finally took in the facial expression on the doctor. She looked helpless, like there was no hope, pull the plug face. But Brittany wouldn't have it, she straightened her shoulder's while clenching her jaw; nodding to her to continue. "Ms. Lopez is a coma currently, she has little brain activity after receiving such a harsh blow to the skull it is a miracle that her brain is this responsive right now. Right now her vitals are looking good and other than the coma things are looking positive for her."
"…will she be okay after she wakes up?" Brittany is surprised by her own voice; though it's not strong it's loud enough to be heard.
"We're not sure." Brittany nodded looking back through the glass window at the stilled Latina.
"You can go in and sit with her if you'd like." Cali said in a lower voiced to the blond; who in response nodded her head again, moving her body as if a robot. Once the door shuts behind the blond she runs to Santana's side, grabbing her hand in hopes for a sudden change.
"Sanny, please wake up. Please." Brittany sobbed.
"Santana, open your eyes mija."
"I'm scared."
"I know Mija, I know." Santana opened her eye's to be welcomed by a warm light on her skin. She thought there would be more pain; she remembers the past events so clearly but the pain of it all is no existent. That's what worries the Latina the most, that she has no pain.
"Mija, follow me." She feel's herself moving, more of following a faceless person in front of her.
"What is this place?"
"It's your happy place Santana."
"My what?"
"Your happy place Mija." The faceless figure turns around; her eyes are dark like Santana's but full of pain and knowledge. The younger Latina can't stop staring as the older Latina leads her down a grassy hill.
"Do you feel that?"
"I thought you where dead gran'ma…"
"Si Mija, I am. But you keep me here for when you need me."
"Oh…Kay?"
"Do you feel it Santana?"
"No gran'ma. I feel nothing."
"That's not true Mija. You feel nothing here, but think back; think to before you came here." Santana closed her eye, going back to the crash but even that is getting foggy. She remembers going through glass of some sort and a bright light before her bike hit the object.
"I remember hitting something…"
"That's not what I want you to remember Mija. No pain hun, but what heals pain."
"Love?"
"Si Mija. Don't forget those you love." Santana cocked her head to the side, raising an eyebrow at her gran'ma. She won't forget those she loves, its not possible her gran'ma is here and her Mama is back at home.
"home."
"What about home Santana?" The voice is different this time, it's deeper. The Latina looks around but no one is there.
"Santana try not to forget…" the voice is fading as her world is fading into a deeper darkness. She tries to remember but she can't even remember who she was texting before her car hit the house, or did she step out onto the road without looking? She look's at her fading hands, their lighter, not the same complexion as to what her's is. What is her skin tone? Santana sat down in the dark world, trying to remember but everything was starting to lose its hold fast.~~
"She's coding! Clear!" The nurses and doctor's pushed past, someone pulled at Brittany's arm, trying to take her away from the Latina.
"No! I have to stay! I have to stay!" The blond forced her way back to the bed; watching with frantic eye's as the doctor's pressed metal devices to her chest that then make her body jolt. "NO! You're hurting her!"
"Nurse get this women out of her!" A woman smaller than Brittany gently took hold of Brittany, guiding her out of the room. The doctor's voice boomed over the machines as the door closed; blocking Brittany from being at Santana's bedside, stopping her from being close to the one she loved.
"I have to tell her I love her!" Brittany jerked away from the nurse barreling into the Latina's room as the Doctor presses the paddles to her chest again.
"Clear!"