I awoke to blinding lights rushing past me. I groaned and turned my head, which only directed my vision to doors and walls doing the same thing. Suddenly nauseous, I figured closing my eyes would be the best thing at the moment. It was then that I heard faint voices around me. As the grogginess started wearing off, I realized that they were yelling. Then came the pain.

At first, I thought I'd touched my leg to a hot piece of metal. The pain grew until I thought the intensity was going to kill me. I felt hands on my arms, shoulders, and right leg. Something pinched my neck, and I opened my eyes. The last thing I saw was the needle as I my vision faded black.

I woke with a start in a hospital room. I had an IV in my arm and some sort of liquid was running into me. By the feeling of my body, I'm guessing it's morphine. There was nobody else in the room. I tried to replay what had happened in my mind but it came back scattered and confusing. It took a few minutes of hard thinking to realize that I had been shot. Brittany's dad had shot me.

Brittany…

Where was she? What if something happened to her? I felt my eyes well up at the thought of her being in the same situation as me. Or worse. Panic shot through my body and I pressed the morphine button a few times. Instant relief ran through my veins. It was then that I looked at my blanket covered legs. I couldn't feel them and suddenly feared that they weren't there anymore, but I could see the shape of them. I slowly lifted the blanket.

My right leg was perfectly fine. My left was not. Wrapped around my thigh was a large, horribly bloodstained bandage that was covering what could only be a bullet hole. I let out a low sob. I decided to cover it again, it was making me feel nauseous.

After about 15 minutes and multiple morphine doses later, the door of my room opened. I tensed, scared it would be Mr. Pierce coming to finish me off. Instead, a doctor, a handsome one at that, walked in.

"Ah, Miss Lopez, you're awake."

I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out.

"You're in shock, it's very normal for someone in your situation." The doctor handed me a small white board and an erasable marker. "Just write your questions on this and I'll answer them."

Okay, first question. I uncapped the marker and began to write, surprised that my handwriting was actually legible at this point.

How long have I been here?

"You've been asleep for 3 days, it's what we call a minor medically induced coma." He gave a sympathetic smile.

I erased the board and wrote again.

Where's Brittany?

"Brittany…is she the tall blonde, very pretty?"

I nodded, almost jealous that the doctor said Brittany was pretty. Of course she was, but she was mine.

"Would you like me to go get her? She's basically lived in the waiting room since you got here."

Another nod. He stood and walked out the door. I leaned my head back and stared at the ceiling. I was going to see her again. She was okay. I heard the door open, and Britt peeked her head through, looking more tired and relieved than anyone I've ever seen.

"San…"

I reached my arms out and she ran into them, carefully avoiding my leg. I heard her sniffle into my shoulder.

"I love you Santana, I love you so so much." She said through tears.

"I love you too Britt." I said, finding my voice enough to mumble into her hair. She pulled back so her eyes could stare into mine. Bright blue was surrounded by red and purple from lack of sleep. Tears were threatening to spill. I kissed her softly and sweetly and leaned my head onto her shoulder, letting her cradle me.

"Your parents have been calling me, they're on a business trip in Canada and can't get back because of a huge snowstorm. I think you should talk to them, they're really worried."

I just nodded again.

Britt gave me her phone and I clicked my mom's contact name. It was ringing. I took Britt's hand in mine, playing with her fingers.

"Brittany? Is everything alright? How is she?" My mom answered.

"Mom…"

"Santana? Oh god baby, are you okay?"

"I'm okay, I have Britt. My leg hurts really bad."

"I know, your father and I are trying to get home. We love you more than anything, Santana."

"I love you too." I choked up.

"The reception is cutting out, I'll call you as soon as I can, okay?"

"Okay, bye Mom. I love you."

"I love you too, bye."

I hung up and gave the phone to Brittany.

She looked so tired. It was killing me to know that she only looked that way because she was worried about me. Her eyes met mine and she gave me a small smile. I returned it and her eyes lit up a little. I scooted over with more effort than I'd expected and patted the space next to me. Britt slowly laid down, careful not to hurt me even though my right leg was between her and the injured one. She settled beside me and I rested head on her shoulder. Her arms wrapped around me. We didn't talk for a while. The only sounds were the beeping of machines I was hooked up to and the far away sound of nurses going up and down the halls. I closed my eyes and focused every other sense on her. I could feel her fingertips playing softly with my hair, I could smell the faint scent of strawberry as I turned my face to her hair. Brittany grazed my face with her fingers, tracing my lips. I reached up and took her hand in mine. I planted soft kisses on her cheek, and she turned her face to capture my lips in hers.

"I love you." I whispered, though we were alone in the room.

"I love you too." Britt sat up suddenly. I used my remote thing to raise the bed so I was level to her.

"Is something wrong?"

"No, just…Santana…" She took a deep breath, "I love you more than anyone in the entire world. Hell San, you are my world. Every moment with you is the best moment of my life. You getting shot has made me realize that I never ever want to be apart from you. These past three days have been horrible, not being by your side, not knowing what's happening to you. You are the love of my life, and without you my existence is pointless. Santana Lopez, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

I couldn't speak again. She pulled out the engagement ring and slipped it onto my finger. My eyes were so welled up with tears that I couldn't make out the details but I'm sure it was beautiful. She was staring at me, and it was then I realized that I hadn't answered. I smiled and nodded excitedly, taking her face in mine and kissing her passionately.

Finally, Brittany S. Pierce was going to be mine and I would be hers. The thing with Britt and I is that we're always together, physically or mentally. I'd get shot again and again just to be hers. The ring on my finger already felt familiar, as if my body knew that we'd be together forever.

"I love you, Brittany. God, I love you."