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"Santana come on, talk to me."
A painful groan escaped Santana's mouth. The bleeding didn't seem to slow down, but it was hard to see the damage as Santana still covered the wound with her hand.
"I'm calling 911."
Quinn knew she couldn't fix this with a first-aid kit, so she got up and ran to pull her phone out of her bag before she quickly dialed the number. Santana didn't protest. Maybe she wanted to, but she was in no state to argue. And that worried Quinn even more.
"911, what's your emergency?"
Quinn wasted no time explaining what happened. It was hard not to just stand there and panic but she needed to keep her cool. She was no use to Santana if she lost her mind. But she was close. This man was dangerous, and if Quinn hadn't realized that before, she sure did now. What would he do if Santana couldn't come up with the money in three weeks? She didn't even want to think about that.
As soon as she hung up she went to find a towel to stop the bleeding. She knelt back down next to Santana. "Paramedics are on their way… Hang in there okay?"
This time, Santana managed to look up slightly. She could tell Santana was still dazed, but Quinn wasn't sure if it was from the impact or from the blood loss. She lifted her hand to cup Santana's cheek. "S, let me see."
Quinn tried to peel Santana's hand off of where she was holding her head, causing Santana to flinch.
She quickly pulled back her hand. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
A moment later she carefully tried again, with success this time. She swallowed as she got a clearer view of Santana's head. There was so much blood. Even though it was nearly impossible not to freak out, Quinn knew head wounds always tended to bleed a lot, even when the wound was small. She could only hope this wasn't too bad… She used the towel to put pressure on the wound, hoping to at least slow the bleeding.
"Hang in there…" Quinn repeated. "We're gonna figure this out, okay?"
Though, Quinn had no idea how. If she had enough money to pay Santana's debts she would've done it in a heartbeat, but unfortunately that wasn't the case. And even if she did manage to pay this guy off, who's to say he'd leave Santana alone? One thing she knew for sure though, Santana had to get out of here. He obviously knew where she lived now, so going back to this place was out of the question.
About fifteen minutes later the paramedics had arrived. They took over as Quinn was forced to step back. She felt helpless. This whole situation was a lot handle, if not too much. Still, Quinn didn't consider leaving Santana. How could she? All she knew was that they needed to work towards some sort of solution to this mess. They just had to.
Quinn had been sitting in the waiting room, praying to God that things would be okay eventually, somehow.
The doctor came out after about a half an hour.
"Miss Fabray?" the man asked as he approached her.
"Yeah," Quinn nodded.
"My name is Dr. Chase," he introduced himself with a British accent as he shook Quinn's hand.
"How is she?" Quinn asked, needing to know that Santana would be okay.
The man cleared his throat before starting to explain. "Miss Lopez has lost quite an amount of blood, but we were able to stop the bleeding. We used five stitches to close up the wound, she should be fine."
Quinn sighed in relief. She'll be fine.
"However, she'll have to take antibiotics in order to avoid an infection, and I would like keep her overnight to make sure there isn't any further damage."
"Thank you doctor."
"One more thing. From what I understand, this was an attack. We had to inform the police about this incident, they will be here in the morning to ask some questions."
Quinn nodded. "Can I see her now?"
The man smiled at her. "Of course. She's been asking for you."
He directed her at the room she was in, leaving her at the door. Quinn carefully pushed the door open, making sure not to startle Santana in case she was sleeping.
When she entered the room she saw Santana laying awake in bed. Of course she wasn't sleeping. There was a bandage on the wound, which was located on the right side above her eyebrow. As soon as she noticed Quinn walking into the room Santana managed a smile.
"Hey," she croaked out.
"Hey," Quinn replied back, taking a seat at Santana's bedside. "How are you feeling?"
"Been better," Santana admitted. "I'm sorry I scared you."
"I'm just glad you're okay…"
Santana shot her another faint smile before the sad expression returned to her face. Quinn knew a thousand things had to be running through Santana's mind, and she was surprised Santana hadn't cracked under the pressure yet. Or had she?
"You know this wasn't your fault right?"
Santana shook her head. "Wasn't it?"
"Santana. You did this because you wanted to save your mom, I would've done the same thing."
Santana looked away, refusing to acknowledge what Quinn just said.
Quinn carefully laid her hand on Santana's. "We just have to fix this mess."
Santana still refused to look at Quinn, letting out a deep sigh. Quinn didn't need to guess twice to know what Santana was thinking.
"Don't."
This caused Santana to look back at Quinn. The look in her eyes… It was heartbreaking. As much as she tried to hide it, her eyes were full of fear and doubt. It wasn't the Santana she was used to, the one that was full of fire and feist. Quinn could feel herself getting mad at the world for doing this to her.
"I know you're thinking about leaving again, but you're not going anywhere without me."
"Quinn…" Santana's voice was so soft it was barely audible.
"No, I thought we were passed this. You're not getting rid of me."
"Quinn," Santana repeated louder this time. "That rock might as well have hit you. I don't think I could forgive myself if anyone else – especially you – got hurt because of me."
Quinn sighed. As much as there was truth to what Santana said, the thought of leaving her was just impossible. For the first time, Quinn felt like she had something real. This thing, with Santana, even when it was still undefined, it made Quinn feel things she never had felt before. She wasn't ready let go of that, not when it only just got started.
"But it didn't hit me. You're the one laying in a hospital bed, and I'm worried. You can't send me away every time you're scared that I can't handle it."
Santana furrowed her eyebrows as her expression hardened. "This is serious Q. It's not that I don't think you can handle it, it's just that I think… you don't know what you're getting yourself into."
"I don't care," Quinn bluntly replied.
"Quinn this is not some kind of game, don't be stubb –"
"Don't you even dare call me stubborn when it's you that's being stubborn. I don't care what mess you've gotten yourself into, I'm not leaving and I'll be damned if I let you walk away again."
Finally, Santana was silent.
"You're stuck with me. Understand?" Quinn spoke firmly.
Santana nodded, though Quinn wasn't sure if it was just to please her or that she really meant it.
"How are you still here…?" Santana asked softly after a moment of silence. "I mean, after all this… You should've ran for miles by now."
"Because of you," Quinn spoke with every fiber of her being. "Whatever it is we have, I can't let go of it, and I don't want to."
Santana looked at Quinn, letting out a shaky breath as she took in Quinn's words.
Quinn knew she was getting through to Santana. "I think… that whatever this is, it could be good. We, could be good. But it won't work if you can't see that."
"Quinn I want to… But I'm worried that something might happen to you, I can't –"
"That's why we're going to fix this." Quinn gave Santana's hand a light squeeze as if to emphasize her point. "We're gonna get through this. Together."
Santana remained silent for a moment before a small laugh escaped her mouth.
Quinn looked at her, confused. "What…"
"I can't believe how much you've changed. How much we've both changed."
Quinn smiled as she understood what Santana meant. "Yeah, we have. And you've turned into such an amazing person Santana. I just wish you would get rid of that nasty habit of running away." Quinn teasingly raised an eyebrow, letting Santana know she wasn't mad.
"Sorry," was all Santana could say.
Quinn caught her looking away again, so she leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss on Santana's lips. As she pulled away Santana simply gazed at her, lips slightly parted.
"Just promise me you won't run away again," Quinn whispered softly as her hand caressed Santana's cheek.
Santana swallowed, Quinn knew this was hard for her.
"Please…" Quinn pleaded as she slowly felt her voice crack.
She heard Santana sigh, and she couldn't help but look away when Santana didn't answer. But suddenly, she felt a hand on her cheek, turning her to face Santana.
"I promise."
Santana smiled, and that was all it took to make Quinn's heart melt.
Quinn stayed in the hospital with Santana that night, and the next day the doctor okayed Santana to go home. She could leave after the police would come over.
"Want me to get us some breakfast?" Quinn asked as she was laying down next to Santana, her head resting on Santana's shoulder.
"Hmm not really hungry… but you can go eat if you want to."
"You should eat something S," Quinn said as she tilted her head to look at Santana with a stern expression.
"We can do lunch later… I have wait for the damn cops anyway…"
Quinn nodded. "What are you gonna say?"
"I don't know," Santana admitted. "I'm just scared that telling them will only make things worse…"
"Santana, things are already worse, at least the police might be able to find him."
"But what if they don't? Because really, police doesn't do shit until it's too late. What if he just finds out I sent the cops after him and…"
"Don't even go there," Quinn cut off. The thought of something happening to Santana was terrifying.
Santana sighed, trying do as Quinn told.
"I think you should tell them."
Santana nodded slowly. "Maybe." She probably knew it was best if she told the police, but it was hard not to think about the consequences if this went wrong. "I just wish they'd show up already so I can get out of here. I hate hospitals."
That reminded Quinn of something else.
"Santana," Quinn said. "You can't go back to your own apartment."
"Quinn I can't afford to go anywhere else."
"Stay with me."
"Quinn… I can't do that."
"My place is big enough for the both of us. I would feel better if you're with me." Quinn let out a small chuckle. "I'll even let you clean that mess you've been complaining about."
Santana shook her head. "What if he finds out where you live? It won't be safe either, I can't take that risk."
Suddenly Quinn looked over to the window next to the door, smiling as Santana could only frown.
"Q what's –"
"I called in some help."
Quinn now looked at the closed door as Santana followed her gaze, still confused as hell. "What…"
"You can come in," Quinn called out.
The door cracked open slowly, and Santana noticed flowers sticking out first, followed by a taller guy holding them. Quinn walked up to him, grinning as he pulled her in for a hug. When he let go he looked over at Santana.
Santana lay there with her mouth agape, before a smile slowly crept to her lips. "You called Puck?"
Quinn nodded.
"Usually not a flower kind of guy, but… saw them in that little garden outside and figured I'd do something nice. Miss me?" He approached Santana, leaning over as he pulled her into a tight embrace.
Quinn chuckled. "You do know that there are gift shops here that actually sell flowers right?"
"I can put them back if you don't want 'em," he said to Santana. "I just thought this was a little more… Puck, you know."
Santana shook her head. "Don't… Thank you," Santana mumbled, still looking at Puck in disbelief. A moment passed before another realization hit her. "Wait, Puck if you're here who's… My mom, is she…"
"Your mom's fine," Puck quickly answered. As much as she could be anyway. "About that, I need to tell you something."
"What? But you left her alone?" Puck saw Santana was starting to panic.
"Take it easy, she's not alone, that's what I needed to talk to you about."
Santana attempted to calm herself. "What… What do you mean?"
"Santana, your abuela came by."
Song / Chapter Title: Catch Me by Demi Lovato