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Chapter Twenty-One

Brittany's POV

Everything hurts, my head, my shoulder, everything. It even hurts to breathe. Why the hell am I in so much pain? I slowly begin opening my eyes, but the light hurts and I quickly close them. I let out a moan of discomfort. I try again this time opening them almost completely. I look around and I'm in a white room that's neither my room nor Santana's. Where am I? Then I heart someone calling my name. I look over to see my mom and Emily in tears. I try to speak, but my throat is dry.

I notice a water cup by the bedside and I try pointing to it, but my arm is in a sling. I point to it with my left. My mom grabs the cup and allows me to drink from the straw. I sit up a bit then close my eyes.

"What happened?" I ask.

"We were in a car accident, honey," my mom says. "What do you remember?"

I think back to the last thing that happened. "I remember getting ice cream then getting into the car. We were at a stop light then everything's blurry."

"A drunk driver run the light and hit us," she explains.

My vision is better and I can tell I'm in a hospital bed. My room is covered in a bandage and my right is in a sling.

"What the hell happened to me?" I ask. "And how long have I been here?"

"Four days and honey the driver hit your side," my mom says and then a doctor walks in, Dr. Lopez to be exact.

"Oh good I was told you just woke up," he says smiling at me. I don't think I've ever seen him smile.

"How are you feeling?" he asks while looking at my chart.

"Like I've been run over by a truck." He chuckles at that. I can't help, but notice Santana's absence. "Where's Santana?"

"At school," he answers.

"Yeah, honey, she's been sleeping here for the last three nights and she's here immediately after school. We finally talked her into sleeping at home last night. Actually one of us needs to call her," mom says.

I ask for the time and school ends in an hour. "Don't call her. If she's here after school then no point in calling her when there's only an hour left."

"Good point plus I know she'll be here," Dr. Lopez says.

"Yeah, but she's going to murder us when she gets here," Emily says.

"Then I'll deal with her," I say. "Okay so why does my body hurt so much?"

"Well you have two cracked ribs, some cuts and bruises, and your right shoulder was dislocated," Dr. Lopez explains. "You had some internal bleeding and a concussion. Other than that you're lucky to be alive. You will heal without too many complications."

"And how long will that take?" I ask a little worried.

"Six weeks for the ribs and shoulder. You'll need physical therapy for the shoulder."

"How soon can I go back to dancing?" I ask as panic sets in.

"I don't know. Maybe in a couple weeks prior to the healing."

"So that's close to two months, possibly three?" I'm now in full panic. My heart monitor is increasing.

"Okay Brittany breathe, you don't start till September and it's only April. There's plenty of time to heal," mom reassures me.

Dr. Lopez looks confused so mom explains. "Brittany got into Juilliard a few days ago."

"Congratulations!" Dr. Lopez says. "Okay I'll give you the name of our best physical therapist, but Brittany if you try and push yourself before you're ready it could set you back for a longer recovery."

I nod understanding what he's telling me. Before Dr. Lopez leaves the room he informs me that a nurse will be by to take me for some test.

"Honey how are you?" mom asks.

"Like shit. But how are you mom?" I ask putting myself aside. She was hurt too. I don't know what I would do if our places were reversed. I've already lost one parent I don't want to lose another. I don't think I would survive.

"I'm fine honey. I've been so worried about you." I can see the tears forming.

"Mom I'm fine," I say because I might cry. "Can someone get me some food, I'm starving?"

"Of course, I'll be right back." My mom leaves the room leaving Emily alone with me.

"Why are you trying to get rid of mom?" Em asks.

"She was starting to cry and I'm too angry to cry. I'm being selfish and I felt guilty because she was in the accident, too."

"That's understandable. Now why won't you let me call Santana?"

"She'll be here soon. She shouldn't skip school for me," I say.

"Wow! Did you bump your head hard enough?" Emily asks.

Honestly, I don't know why I'm feeling so hostile. I'm just so pissed that I can't dance for almost two months and I start Juilliard in the fall. My dream is in jeopardy, it makes me hostile.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay you have a right to be angry."

"How is mom?"

"Blaming herself. I think she cried for two days straight."

"And Santana?"

"We forced her to leave your side. She found the guy who hit mom's car and went crazy. I've never seen her cry until that night. She's been so worried," Emily says.

My girl would find that bastard and go crazy. It breaks my heart to hear she's been so worried and upset. The nurse comes in and Emily leaves while I'm taken for tests. They draw blood, put me through machines, and move my arm as much as they can. I have to do breathing exercises that made my ribs hurt like hell. Finally an hour passes and on queue Santana walks into my room.

"Hi, babe," I say when she's in the room. She's shocked.

"First call!" she says angrily looking at my mom and sister.

Both mom and Em point at me. "Babe, I woke up an hour again. I've been dealing with doctors for the last hour. Now you can have my undivided attention. So stop being angry and get your cute ass over here and kiss me."

That put a smile on San's face. San walks over to my bed and passionately kisses me. Unfortunately, I can't kiss her for long because my ribs hurt. Mom and Emily take the kiss as their queue to leave the room. I motion for San to join me in the bed. I move over as much as my body will allow. She curls her body into my side and puts her head on my shoulder.

"I was so scared," San says and I can hear the worry in her voice.

"I'm sorry, but hey I'm going to be okay," I say holding her tighter.

We stay in silence for minutes. "My dad knows."

"What?" I ask shocked.

"He asked me if I was in love with you. I couldn't lie. Brit he's okay with us. He told me how proud he was of me and how much he loves me," San says.

"That's great!" I laugh and she gives me a look. "It explains why he was extremely nice to me either. He even smiled. I don't think I've ever seen him smile at me."

"He's happy for us, baby."

"Okay well I have some good news as well. Before the accident I was coming over to tell you something really important."

San sits up and looks at me. She's a little worried. "What?"

"I got into Juilliard."

A smile over takes Santana's face and she throws her arms around me, a little roughly. I wince in pain and she pulls back with tears in her eyes. "Sorry. I'm just so happy. This is the best day ever."

I laugh and wipe the tears from her eyes. "I know! We're going to New York next year!"

She kisses me passionately, again, and then settles back into my side.

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