A/N: I'm way too tired to think of anything to put in this authors note. Hope you like this one, mwah!

-B

June, 2015:

You jump out of the car after Santana and lock it quickly before running after her as she goes into Mercer-Ray. You slow behind Santana as she stops in the foyer, looking around frantically and frown, moving to her.

"Santana." You say, brushing your hand against hers hesitantly. She swallows and looks at you and links your fingers together. You smile faintly and give a reassuring squeeze before nodding to the side, "They're probably still in the ER." You tell her and she lets out a shaky breath, nodding. Your legs quickly carry you to the ER and you burst through the doors with Santana and look around. You look towards the desk and feel a tug on your hand as Santana lets out a breath.

"Juan!" she shouts and you let her pull you over to the tall Latino sitting on one of the ER beds. You quickly run your eyes over his face and frown sadly at the bandages on his forehead and his eyebrow. His eyes snapped up and widened at the sight of his older sister as Santana lets go of your hand, running at him. She hugs him tightly, while being mindful of his casted arm in a sling, and pulls back, cupping his face as she scans him. "Dios mío." She says quietly, brushing his messy hair from his forehead, "¿Estás bien? ¿Qué pasó?" she asks quickly, checking over him as Juan rolls his eyes.

"Estoy bien, Santana." Juan mumbles, grabbing one of her hands with his good hand. "I'm fine." He tells her, staring at her eyes. Santana nods after a moment and Juan relaxes his shoulders. "Tia on the other hand…" he mumbles, lifting his hand to wipe his eyes as Santana tenses.

You step forwards and put your hand on her lower back comfortingly and she looks at you. You give her a smile and she nods, starting to lean into you when Juan speaks up.

"¿Quién es ella?" he asks, eyeing you and you shift as Santana holds you beside her.

"Este es Brittany." She says, sliding her hand down to yours. You glance up at her and she smiles at you, squeezing your hand before looking at Juan, "Be nice." She tells him firmly, "I mean it." She adds when Juan opens his mouth. "Where's Tia?" she asks and Juan swallows roughly. "Juan?"

"Juan!"

You and Santana look behind you as Juan straightens, watching Noah as he runs into the room. He furrows his brows when he sees you before shaking his head and moving around you, hugging his cousin gently, "¿Estás bien?" he asks and Juan nods. "Good, what happened? Where's Mama?" he asks quickly, lifting his head to glance around.

You catch the flash of despair cross over Juan's features before he shakes his head looking at his lap.

"Juan, where is Mama?" Noah asks again and Juan lifts his head with tears in his eyes.

"Oh god." Santana breathes, her eyes watering as Noah clenches his jaw.

"We were coming to surprise you for your birthday. We were taking a bus from the hotel to go to Santana's first to let her in on it when we were hit. It…" Juan swallows, blinking hard, "I don't know what happened... The bus flipped and I just remember waking up and Tia was there with this…this rod. I-I just got banged up a bit but Tia…the thing was sticking out of her thigh. It was all the way through." He blinks and a tear falls onto his lap as Santana stumbles back.

You quickly pull her into you to keep her from tripping backwards and she holds her hands over her mouth, shaking her head.

"Her thigh?"

"Y-yeah, one of the paramedics said something about a femur ater-"

"Femoral artery?" you ask and Juan looks at you and nods, "Jesus…" you breathe, tightening your arms around Santana as she cries silently.

"No." Noah shakes his head firmly, "No, this isn't happening." He says with a forced chuckle as he looks around. "Where is she? It's probably just this joke to her." He says, moving to look behind the curtain next to Juan's bed.

"Noah." You say as he turns to walk by you, "Noah." You say again, grabbing his arm. He stops and looks at you with red rimmed eyes. You shake your head faintly and he swallows roughly, looking away as he shakes his head.

"No." he says and heads to the desk as you watch him. You pull your attention away from him to look at Santana in your arms, wiping under her eyes. She pulls away from you slowly before walking over to Noah, pausing when he turns and tells her what room Christine is in. Santana and Noah head off and you help Juan stand up before the both of you go after them.

Santana and Noah enter the room and you and Juan follow closely.

Santana lets out a cry she was trying to hold back as Noah slowly, hesitantly walks to his mother's side. Santana wraps her arms around herself as she stands on the other side of the bed, Noah brushing her hair from her face as she lies motionless.

"Tia…" Juan whispers sadly, walking over to Santana's side. He puts his free hand on her hand, squeezing and ducks his head to hide his tears as the monitor set up beeps slowly. A clear tube was fed down her throat to allow airflow and her, what you assume would be, tan tone was now pale. Her hair was short, well shoulder length, with a decent amount of grey hairs, but not a lot.

You take a few steps forwards, standing at the foot of the bed and glance around at the two strongest people you know, in tears, and feel your heart break for them.

The beeping quickens faintly and you look to the monitor as Santana lifts her head slowly, Noah glancing behind him at the screen.

"Her heart's racing." Santana says as the door behind you opens. All eyes move to Dr. Thorn, a man you're not quite familiar with but have heard about around the hospital. "Her heart's racing." Santana repeats to him and he nods, walking over to stand beside you while checking over her chart.

"It's been on and off racing and we don't know why." He says.

"Maybe it's the bus that landed on her." Juan suggests with a bite and Santana gives him a firm shake of her head as Dr. Thorn regards the younger man.

"It's not trauma. She was stable post-op. This only started about an hour ago." He says, looking at you when you hold your hand out for the clipboard. He hands it over reluctantly and you give him a thankful smile before looking over it while moving to Noah's side, handing it to him.

"Thanks" he mumbles and you nod, looking back at Christine.

"Delayed reaction to the trauma." Juan grumbles and you glance at him.

"Ignore him. He thinks that just because he took a few bio courses in university that he qualifies as a doctor." Santana mumbles, shooting Juan a hard look.

"She lost both her kidney's in the crash?" Noah asks loudly in disbelief and you look at Dr. Thorn with wide eyes. "And she ripped her femoral artery."

"We fixed the artery." Dr. Thorn reassures, "Got her on dialysis for her kidneys. Whatever's doing this to her heart isn't from the crash."

"Did you check her potassium?" Noah asks, receiving a nod, "Pushed adenosine?"

"And verapamil and floated the swan an hour ago."

"Coronary angiography?" Santana suggests with a shake of her head. Dr. Thorn scratches the top of his head.

"Three patients ahead of her. It would take an hour before we could get her in." he says and Santana clenches her jaw.

"Listen to me-"

"Santana." You say softly, shaking your head faintly. She glances at you and bites her tongue, returning her attention to her Tia. You glance around at the three of the family members and then look at Dr. Thorn. "If she had any underlying condition the accident could've exacerbated it." You tell him and he nods slowly, opening his mouth to reply.

Alarms sound in the room from the monitor and every snaps their gaze towards it. Your eyes widen and Noah jumps to his feet.

"V-fib." He calls. Dr. Thorn rolls the cart over to him and Noah grabs the two small paddles, rubbing them together. "Charging-"

"Wait, wait, wait!" Santana says quickly, grabbing his wrists. Noah pauses, looking at her in shock. "Protective hypothermia."

"You want to freeze her?" Dr. Thorn asks in confusion as Noah and you wait for her to continue. "Her heart's not beating." He points out and Santana doesn't even cast him a glance as she looks at you and Noah.

"Her heart's already damaged. If we restart it, it'll keep racing, shoot of free radicals, and kill her brain." Santana says with a calming breath. She holds her hand over Christine's body as Noah pulls the paddles back faintly, "We ice her down and put her on bypass until we diagnosis her." She says, looking at Noah before you.

"This isn't a solution. You're only pressing pause."

Santana nods and glances at Dr. Thorn, "It gives us more time to diagnosis her."

"Excuse me? I'm her doctor." Dr. Thorn states and you roll your eyes as Noah shoots him a look.

"This is my mother." He says, putting the paddles down while getting up. You step back quickly as he moves towards Dr. Thorn. "Her best chance is with my team looking after her."

"You're family." He states and Noah lifts his brows. He purses his lips before nodding and looking at you.

"Call Mike." He tells you and you lift your brows while pulling out your phone and dialing the Asians number. "Tell him we need him here and that you two are taking over my mother's case. Santana get the cold saline solution."

"Okay-wait, what?" you ask with wide eyes as you hear Mike's hello? on the other end.

"You heard me." Noah says and you stutter before looking at Santana, giving you a nod while hooking up the IV.

Shit.

A/N: Talk about trust right there. I kinda dig the chapters coming up because you'll see something I don't think is there in the earlier chapters. So yes, you'll see different sides of people, along with more of the crew. It should be fun! Interesting in the least. Now I need to go see if we actually did get any pictures of Naya and Heather last night. Mwah!

-B