So sorry for the wait everybody! Thanks for the lovely reviews, it was really hard writing this chapter after all the chaos, trying to slow things down, plus all of you wanted to see completely different things happen, which was kind of amazing :P I'm gonna go with where I was thinking of heading but add in some requests slowly, keep requesting stuff though, moves the story further away from becoming mundane with lots of ideas flooding in, thanks again :)! xx
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Brittany picked up the phone again and dialled Santana's room number for the third time in the last hour, the phone rang and rang until going through to reception again.
Brittany sighed and put the phone down in its cradle rather roughly, the doctor had given her pain medication a few hours ago which had knocked her out and Brittany's Mom had left while she was unconscious, going back to her dance studios.
Brittany had been in the hospital two days, half of one she had spent awake and she had yet to hear from Santana. She was worried about the Latina and confused why she hadn't yet contacted her, she hoped they were still ok. After the things they had been through, she could understand if she wanted a break, but god she really hoped not, she needed the brunette like air these days, which totally freaked her out, but mostly in a good way.
Brittany sighed, she was completely bored, never having been the type of girl to sit still, let alone watch t.v, day time soaps really weren't cutting it. All she wanted to do was hear Santana's voice, although she had been told she was ok, she wouldn't be happy until she knew for sure.
Brittany thrummed her fingers on the metal bar of her bed, sighing again she looked around her room for some form of distraction, but a pristine hospital room shone back at her.
Closing her eyes she immediately opened them again, any time she closed her eyes the only sight she saw was Santana's weak limp arm extending from the rubble.
Brittany shuddered, she needed to speak to Santana, this was driving her crazy, she just couldn't believe the girl was out of the rubble and safe if she didn't hear her voice.
Brittany was about to call Santana's room again when her doctor came in and picked up her chart.
"How are you feeling Miss Pierce?" He asked, eyeing her chart, why did Doctors always ask that when they wouldn't really listen anyway and still check you everywhere and compare it to your charts in a totally cryptic way. She could have said anything, her third arm was growing well for example and they probably wouldn't notice, she sighed and gave the doctor the expected answer.
"Fine thanks Doctor," Brittany replied, eyeballing the phone next to her bed, willing it to ring.
The doctor pulled up the sheets at the bottom of Brittany's bed, he looked at her leg, lifting the bandage to examine the stitches, nodding to himself as he put her leg down and replaced the blankets.
He then began to inspect Brittany's body from head to toe, before taking a blood sample and checking her blood pressure, nodding to himself again and re-examining her charts, Brittany rolled her eyes at her doctor.
"See, good as new, should probably get me out of ICU, make some room for some actually injured and sick people, maybe put me and Santana in a room together, make sure there are enough rooms for everybody," Brittany stated optimistically, as the doctor kept his nose in her charts.
He eventually looked up at the blonde after realising she was talking and gave her a half smile.
"In time Miss Pierce, you are healing nicely, you're a very strong person, but your injuries are still fairly serious, I'm going to keep you in for at least another two nights before putting you in a regular room, Miss Lopez I'm thinking of moving out today, if all her tests go well," the doctor said smiling.
"So she's ok Doctor?" Brittany asked hopefully.
"When can I see her?" She asked quickly after.
"Soon Miss Pierce, you just concentrate on getting yourself better first, ok" He stated, tapping her on the hand and replacing her chart, before walking to Brittany's IV and putting something on it.
Brittany sighed and her eyes started to go heavy, damn it, she thought, before she was out cold again.
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Brittany awoke feeling groggy and confused again, damn these doctors and their sleeping drugs, she swore that was their answer to everything, just put the patient to sleep to shut them up.
Brittany reached over for her bottle of water, unscrewing it she sipped from the bottle until the tightness in her throat started to dissipate.
Picking up the phone again she went to dial Santana's room number for the fourth time that day, when a familiar voice spoke from her door.
"Calling anyone I know, Hot stuff?" Santana asked, Brittany's head swivelled to the door so fast she thought it was going to spin around Linda Blair style.
Brittany's smile filled her entire face at the sight of her girlfriend at her door, albeit it in a wheelchair, being pushed by an exhausted looking Quinn, Hudson nodding to her before walking back out of the room to stand at the door. Santana's wrist was in a sling and she had her I.V attached to her arm, but she still managed to look like her usual smug self.
Brittany felt her eyes start to mist up, but she blinked away the tears embarrassingly, moving herself to sit up straighter in her bed so she could see all of her girlfriend.
She looked ok, some bruises on her cheeks, a bandaged cut on her unbroken arm, bandages around her wrists where her binds would have been, some scratches and bruises on her legs, but her cheeks had a little colour in them and she was smiling. Brittany let out a massive sigh of relief and finally found her voice.
"You even make hospital gowns look good," Brittany smiled at the Latina as Quinn rolled her eyes and parked Santana next to Brittany's bed.
"Glad to see your ok Britt, I'll leave you two to it, I only just ate," she said, kissing Santana on the top of her head and giving them both a wave before leaving.
Santana reached her good arm out and held onto Brittany's hand, placing a kiss in the palm, smiling up at her girlfriend.
"How are you feeling baby? I've been so worried, I have been ringing your room for ages and when I didn't hear back I got so worried, I'm so sorry this happened, what has the doctor said about your arm? how does it feel..."Brittany trailed off when Santana smiled at her and kissed her palm again before shushing the girl.
"Shh...Britt I am seriously fine, I went in for some x-rays and a blood test, I'm doing fine, they are even thinking about putting us in the same room in a couple days, after I did some serious diva-ing to get my way. Looks like I will be out in a few days, some crap about monitoring my blood or something, I am fine sweetheart, you saved me...again, it's you that got the brunt of it all...again," Santana said, looking down at their intertwined hands.
Brittany dropped Santana's hand, Santana looked at the blonde in shock before Brittany moved her hand up to cup Santana's cheek, smiling at the girl with relief and love in her eyes.
"God San, I'm just so glad you're ok," Brittany said, swallowing the tears that were threatening to spill again, Brittany swatted them away angrily with her free hand.
Brittany couldn't remember a time before meeting Santana when she last cried, now it seemed to happen daily around the girl, Santana was turning her into a mushy bag of feelings.
"I'm fine, seriously, stop worrying, how's your Mom, she briefly came in to see me, but I was pretty out of it," Santana said, squeezing her bodyguards hand again.
"She's fine, chica bonita, these freaks just let her go, once they knew we were on the way. She was never in too much danger once she rang us, it seems, she is feeling incredibly guilty though, but I told her, they would have hurt her if she did nothing and it wasn't her fight, not sure if she heard that, but I tried," Brittany said, shrugging, again looking down at Santana's hand in hers.
"She shouldn't feel any guilt, this was never her fight, it was a low blow bringing her into this in the first place, it's about me, not your Mom and only you because of me, going after your Mom was..." Santana trailed off as her voice broke into a sob.
"God Britt, I feel so bad, your poor Mom, imagine if something happened to her, I'm so glad Beiste has put security on her and installed a new alarm system, I couldn't cope if this happened again or anything happened to your Mom," Santana sighed, brushing away fresh tears, when what seemed like a light bulb went off behind the Latina's eyes and the tears started in earnest.
"Wow! I haven't even seen Beiste yet and that is already happening! I wish I knew if there was any leeway about the case though," Brittany thought aloud as Santana looked at the ground, Brittany obviously not catching onto her moment of realisation to question her, or so she thought.
"What's going on San, you look like you're avoiding telling me something?" Brittany asked the Latina, squeezing her hand harder.
"So Beiste hasn't spoken to you at all?" Santana asked, looking slightly nervous.
"No, why? What's going on?" Brittany asked, an edge of nerves creeping into her tone.
"You have been placed as number one on these freaks hit list, moving me to two, I'm so sorry baby, if you weren't with me, you probably wouldn't even be a blimp on their radar," Santana stated, running her hand soothingly up and down Brittany's arm.
"That's perfect, thank goodness, now hopefully they will start leaving you alone and concentrate on me..." Brittany looked up at Santana who had tears running down her face again.
"What? What is it San?" Brittany asked, cupping the brunette's chin.
"Beiste...she won't," Santana hiccupped as tears kept pouring, "I'm sorry Britt I didn't want to tell you until you were all better," Santana attempted to wipe some tears from her eyes.
"Baby your scaring me," Brittany stated, holding onto the Latina's hand like a life raft.
"Beiste, she...she...removed you as my body guard," Santana stated, her eyes downcast, tears streaming from her face.
"What!" Brittany sat up as shock turned to hurt, followed closely by fear and desperation.
"What! She can't," Brittany stated, staring at a sobbing Santana.
"She... she told me this morning, she didn't want me to tell you, she wanted to do it, but I just couldn't not tell you, Britt, I tried everything to get you put back with me, but..." Santana trailed off as more tears prickled at the corners of her eyes.
Brittany pulled Santana's hand up to hers, placing a kiss in her palm, completely dumbfounded, staring off into the distance, deep in thought.
Brittany sat unmoving as Santana sat looking down at the floor, their hands still joined, tears pouring down her face, as Brittany continued to grasp the fact that she wouldn't be able to see Santana daily, when Beiste made a decision, it was very rare she went back on them.
Maybe Beiste was right, no, no maybe about it, she was the number one person on these terrorists list now, if she were separated from Santana, maybe the Latina would be kept safer and she wouldn't have the option to be as selfish as she was and pull her into trouble she didn't need to be in, like rescuing her mother that had almost got her killed.
Plus separating two targets really was for the best, she knew Beiste was right. Looking down at a crying Santana, her heart burst, but she knew this was for the best. Sighing, she had to be strong, convince Santana it was for the best, at least they should have a couple days in the hospital together before they were pulled apart.
Pulling Santana's head up to meet hers, she brushed the tears off Santana's cheeks with the pad of her thumb and smiled at her beautiful girlfriend.
"San," Brittany started, but cut herself off as Hudson walked in, followed quickly by Zizes and Beiste.
"Brittany, so glad to see your looking well, Miss Lopez," Beiste nodded at Santana who was trying desperately to restrain herself from crying.
"What's going on Beiste?" Brittany asked, as she saw Puckerman and a Bodyguard she didn't know standing at her door.
"We have reason to believe this hospital has been compromised, we are moving Miss Lopez," Beiste said as Hudson grabbed onto the back of Santana's wheelchair, pulling the girls hands apart as he pulled her backwards.
"No, Britt," Santana said looking into the blondes eyes as she was wheeled towards the door.
Brittany gave the Latina a half smile, full of as much love and confidence as she could muster, she knew if she spoke she would give herself away and ball her eyes out like a baby, she just hoped that her eyes told Santana everything she wanted to say.
"You did the right thing Britt, I will leave Zises on your door, we are in the process of securing the hospital, but until we know for sure everything is safe, we are moving Santana to a different location, we would move you also, but the doctor advised it may be more risky moving you at the moment, not to worry Miss Pierce we will take care of Miss Lopez," Beiste stated as Brittany simply nodded, too afraid to speak.
Brittany felt her heart drop to the bottom of her chest as Beiste followed Hudson and Santana, Puckerman and the unknown Bodyguard out her door.
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Let me know what you think, sorry for the cliff hanger, just how I roll guys ;P I'll try to get onto the next chapter quicker, diminish any angst xxx