Santana noticed her stomach slightly hurting the day before, during Cheerios practice, but it wasn't bad so she ignored it, but it was hurting bad the next day when she woke up.
She asked her mom if she could stay home from school but after taking her temperature and seeing she was okay she refused saying that a stomach ache wasn't enough to stay home so she just gave her a painkiller.
"Could you at least take me to school today?" Santana asked in an annoyed tone. "I don't feel like driving."
When they got into the car Maribel just wouldn't stop talking and Santana was starting to get annoyed.
She didn't even noticed when they got to school.
"Santana, we are here." Maribel said. "Call me if you need me to pick you up." She said as Santana waved goodbye.
When she got to school the painkillers still did no effect and the pain got worse when Brittany came and hugged her from behind, pressing her hands on Santana's stomach.
"Hi San!" She said excited.
"Hi Britt." She said really serious. "Could you loosen up your grip a little?" She asked while moving Brittany's hands away.
"Are you mad at me or something?" Brittany said while pouting.
Santana nodded no. "My stomach hurts and you were pressing on it."
"Oh my god, baby, i'm so sorry." Brittany said feeling really guilty.
"It's okay."
Santana skipped lunch trying not to worsen her stomach ache but it kept getting worse with the hours and she could hardly pay attention to anything else or stand up straight.
It was at spanish class with Mr. Schue that Santana suddenly felt really sick and jumped from her seat. She ran to the bathroom and puked her guts out.
After she finished she walked over to the mirror mounted on top of the sink. She looked pale and tired. She walked slowly back to the classroom feeling a little better but really embarrassed.
When she entered the classroom everyone looked at up her.
"Are you all right?" The teacher asked.
She just nodded.
The class was quiet when they heard a groan from Santana as she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. They all turned to see her bending over, holding her stomach.
"Are you okay?" Mr. Schue asked.
Santana nodded.
"She doesn't feel very well." Brittany said.
"Santana. Do you want to go see the nurse or want me to call your parents?"
Santana shook her head no.
"You're really pale" He pointed.
"And you're really warm." Brittany added.
"God, i think i'm gonna barf."
"i'll take her to the bathroom" Brittany quickly said but Santana suddenly lunged forward and projectile vomited all over the floor.
"Gross." "That's disgusting." "It's everywhere." and other things were said at unison from the rest of the students, shocked to see that Santana Lopez had just thrown up everywhere.
"Guys, enough." Mr. Schue said. "Santana you have to go to the nurse office, i'll go get the janitor."
"I'll take her!" Said Brittany. "C'mon Sanny."
Brittany helped her stand up. Santana staggered a little as they left the room.
The nurse asked Santana a couple of questions and took her temperature.
"You have a fever. I will have to call your parent's to pick you up. Okay?" She said as she leaded Santana to a place where she could lay.
"Sanny i'll stay with you until your mom comes to take you home, okay?" Brittany said.
"You should go back to class." Mumbled weakly Santana.
"I'm staying."
After a couple of minutes of silence Santana finally spoke.
"Britt-Britt i don't feel well. I think i'm gonna..." She said before starting to gag.
Brittany grabbed a trash can that was near just in time for Santana to puke in it.
"Shh, San, it's okay, it's okay." Brittany wispered to her while rubbing circles in her back. "Did you finish?"
Santana nodded and they both stayed in silence for a couple of minutes as they listened to the nurse talking on the phone.
"Your mother is coming in 20 minutes." The nurse suddenly said while handling her some painkillers and a wet towel to put on her forehead.
"Thanks."
"Ask me if you need anything."
When Maribel came to pick up Santana she saw her curled into a ball sleeping in the stretcher while Brittany was sitting next to her.
Maribel went straight to talk to the nurse.
"San? Santana wake up. Your mom's here." Brittany whispered.
"Santana." Maribel said while approaching her daughter.
"Mami?" Santana mumbled. "My stomach hurts."
"I know baby. We are going home now. Ok?"
Santana nodded.
"Thanks for staying with her." Maribel said to Brittany.
The whole drive home was silent while Santana laid in the back seat and writhes in stomach pain.
"Mami, pull over!" Santana suddenly yelled.
Maribel pulled over just in time. The moment the door opened Santana threw up everywhere.
"Shh, it's okay, it's okay." Maribel softly said. Santana began to sob.
Once she was done, they drove in silence.
Maribel helped Santana out of the car and took her to her bedroom.
"Go to bed. I'll go with you in a couple of minutes."
Santana slowly started changing her cheerios uniform and got into bed. She felt awful.
"Can i come in?" She heard her mom asking.
"Yeah." She weakly said.
Maribel sat on the bed next to her daughter, stroking her shoulder.
"I'm sorry i made you go to school. I didn't know it was this bad." Maribel said, but she received no response from her daughter. "Do you want me to bring you something?"
"No." She said in an almost inaudible tone. "It hurts really bad."
"Your stomach?" Maribel asked and Santana nodded yes. "I will make you some tea. Okay? It will make you feel better."
"Okay." Santana mumbled.
Santana spend most of the day puking, whining and complaining.
"My stomach hurts so much! I'm gonna die!"
"You're not going to die Santana. It's just a bug." Maribel said to her for the thousandth time that day.
"I'm gonna die and you don't care."
When Maribel entered the room again she saw a little bump under the covers.
"Santana?" She asked to see if her daughter was sleeping. The only response was a groan. "I made you some soup."
"I don't want it." Santana mumbled.
"You need to have something."
"I'm gonna puke it."
"Sit up, you don't need to have it all. Just a little."
"NO."
"Don't make it hard, okay? You haven't eaten anything today."
"I had lunch at school."
"You didn't. I've talked to Brittany." Santana suddenly looked at her in surprise. "I needed to know some details of how where you feeling before going to the nurse."
"I was feeling awful. What do you think?" Santana said trying to sound rude, but her voice was too weak for that.
Maribel rolled her eyes at her daughter's snarky comment. "Anyway, she wanted to come to see you, but i told her not to because she would get sick. Now, are you going to eat or do i have to feed you?"
Santana managed to eat half the soup before feeling her stomach queasy and hurting again.
"I feel sick again." Santana groaned.
"Do you need me to get you the bucket?"
"I don't know." Santana whispered. "No."
Maribel stayed with Santana watching some movies when she felt her whining in pain.
"Your stomach still hurts?" She asked and Santana nodded. "You're still really warm." Maribel said while feeling her daughter's forehead. "Do you want to sleep?"
Santana nodded again.
"Can you get me another blanket?"
"Of course baby." She covered Santana with the blanket and sat next to her while stroking her hair. "Try to sleep okay? I promise you will feel better tomorrow." She said while Santana slowly started to fell asleep. "Good night, Santana."