You run out the room's door breathless, almost as if you have just run a marathon, your eyes wide open and beads of sweat collecting under your hairline. Your plan is to keep on running, to leave this hospital and never ever look back, to go back to your awesome wife and your fantastic life, but Holly Holiday seems to have other plans.

She appears from nowhere to wrap her arms around your shoulders in a motherly way.

"Are you okay?" She asks, but you can't hear her. The only thing you hear is your shallow breathing and your rapid heartbeat thumping against your ribs maniacally. You try to breathe in, but you feel your throat closing on itself and you feel yourself starting to hyperventilate.

It's just a panic attack, calm down... you try to relax yourself, but the next thing you know is that a couple of slim yet strong arms are tightening their hold on you. Then, everything goes black.

When you wake up, the first thing you hear is a heart monitor. Apparently you are very sensitive to hospital sounds, since it's the first thing you notice every time some new event unfolds in front of you. Next thing you realise, is that that heart monitor is actually monitoring your own heart, and for a moment you wonder what happened. As you stir on the uncomfortable bed, you notice that also an IV drop is connected to your wrist, and you frown deeply. Then it hits you. You must have fainted when you left Br-...her room.

"Feeling better?" Asks a voice, and when you turn your head to the source, you find Holly Holiday smiling at you kindly as she scribbles something down on a paper sheet.

"I...guess so..." You answer still feeling a bit dizzy. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You are not going to let yourself lose it again.

"I told you it wasn't a sight for everyone..." Holly adds softly, wrapping her hand around yours and giving it a soft squeeze.

"It's not...that." You mutter flaring your nostrils, and the doctor must sense you are not willing to talk about it, because she doesn't push further. She just checks everything you are connected to, writes some stuff down, and then looks back at you.

"You'll be out of here in no time, sweet-cheeks." She says. "In about half an hour, when the saline solution is finished, I'll come back and check on you. If everything is fine, you will be free to go. You only had a panic attack and fainted due to dehydration and hyperventilation, nothing to be extremely worried about." She explains you, and you nod your head, even if you are not so sure that you heard everything she said.

Once you are left alone you take a moment to dwell on your own feelings. You don't do that so much, actually you are an expert on being cold as ice in regards to any kind of emotion, or so do your friends and coworkers say (not your wife, she thinks you are the most affectionate and loving person in the world), but this is a little too much, and you need to wrap your head around it.

Brittany is in New York. Brittany had a car accident. Brittany got you listed as her emergency contact. Questions instantly start to pop up in your mind. Where are her parents? Shouldn't they be the ones to decide about Brittany's recovery? Isn't she married? After all this years? And if she is, why isn't this person her emergency contact? Why has it to be you? And most importantly, how the fuck are you going to explain this to Dani?

Easy.

You are not.

But you still need some answers. You know you need to call Quinn Fabray, your childhood best friend. A phone call that has actually been long overdue, but with both of your busy lives, you haven't spoken in about three or four months. You miss her, but you have had too much going on in your life, besides she is the only connection you have to your long closed off past, and it's always a window you dread opening. Still, she is probably the only one who is capable of giving you the answers you need.

Before you notice, Dr. Holiday is marching into your room again, checking everything silently.

"Looks like you are ready to go, baby girl." She muses, smiling again at you. "Are you feeling okay?" She asks and you nod, ready to leave this place as fast as possible.

Dr. Holiday, alongside with a couple nurses, start to detach you from the IV and the rest of the machines, then giving you some privacy to collect your belongings.

"I'll keep you posted..." Is the last thing Holly says before you leave, and you don't even acknowledge it, even if you do in fact know what she means.

You know you are in no state to drive right now, so you decide to leave your car behind and take a taxi to drive home. The ride is shorter than you expect, and soon enough you are paying the cabbie and stepping out of the car, walking up to your building.

As you open you home's door, you wind your wife sitting on the couch, her arms crossed strongly over her midriff, clearly waiting for you.

"Imagine how fucking scared I was when I came home and my wife was nowhere to be seen. She didn't leave a note or anything, she didn't even send a fucking text message." She snarls looking at you, she usually doesn't get angry easily, but this time she might have a good reason, you'll give her that. "And here she comes, looking like crap." She adds, looking you up and down. "Where the hell have you been, Santana?" She asks, and this time she sounds way more worried than mad. "And where the fuck is your car?"

"I...I...I had to go to the hospital..." You stutter weakly. "I was feeling really bad last night, drove to the hospital and left the car there... It's not important, just dehydration and stress." You explain shrugging your shoulders.

"What?" She snarls again, rising her left eyebrow perfectly. You are in trouble. "You forgot I am a nurse? Why didn't you call me, Santana? Why didn't you come to my hospital?" She adds, and she sounds kind of hurt. Of course you should have seen that coming while you were concocting that lame excuse in your mind.

"I'm sorry, baby, I just felt really bad, I wasn't thinking..." You mutter, looking down at the floor in shame. Dani knows you better than anyone, you are sure she will figure out you are lying. You never were that good of a liar anyway. Surprisingly though, she goes through with your story.

"Come here." She whispers opening her arms for you, and you almost jump onto the coach and into her arms, snuggling close to her, hiding your face in the crook of her neck. She smells good, but it's not like... No. This is your life now. Your wife smells awesome.

You star nibbling playfully on her neck, sucking softly on her pulse point. This sounds horrible, but sex always makes you forget everything, and that is exactly what you need now. Dani isn't having any of your shit, though.

"Easy, tiger." She coos, running her fingers through your silky dark hair. "We both need to rest. I just got home about an hour ago, I'm exhausted." She says and you sigh into her shoulder. In all honesty, you are exhausted too, drained actually. This night has been too much.

Dani falls asleep first, but your brain is not letting you go so easily. You can't stop thinking about the blonde bombshell that was your girlfriend so many years ago. She was all you wanted. But you have all you ever wanted right now, or so you thought until a couple hours ago. Now you are just confused and overwhelmed with old feelings. You need to get over it. Brittany is in New York, and she is not okay. You can work with that, you are a functional adult now, you can act like one. And you love Dani, and you love your life. You feel powerful and successful, and it's the best feeling in the world. No ex-girlfriend will make you doubt that. Or will she?

Quietly you pull your phone out of your purse and open the texting app.

~Since when is Brittany in New York? - S. Lopez

You text Quinn because you don't want to wake her up so early in the morning. You wait for her to answer, but clearly she is still sleeping, because after five minutes, nothing has come your way. You sigh and close your eyes, letting Morpheus drag you into a restless sleep.