200- Sleepy (sequel to Magenta)
Santana parked the car and sprinted up the stairs. She didn't know what was going on, but she had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. Ever since Finn had turned up in New York, he'd done nothing but bring Rachel down. She hadn't understood her friend's decision to move in with him, but she'd kept her objections to herself in favor of being Rachel's friend. Still, in the last few weeks, she'd known something had changed. And as she grabbed the spare key from under the mat, she was scared to think of what had happened. "Rachel?" she called.
There was no answer.
She crept through the apartment, checking every room. Finally, she spotted her friend on the floor of the master bedroom. Letting out a string of Spanish, she ran over. "Rachel! Look at me, babe. Open your eyes."
"S-Santana?"
"Yeah, it's me. We're going." She helped Rachel struggle to her feet, glad that the actress was super light.
"Sleepy."
"No, Rachel," she said softly, leading them out of the apartment. "You've got to stay awake."
"Thank you," Rachel whispered when they made it to the car.
Santana choked back tears, and drove toward the hospital.