Santana came home earlier than usual.
"You came earlier." Maribel said while approaching her daughter.
"I don't feel good." Was all Santana said before going upstairs.
Maribel followed her to her room and saw as Santana laid down.
"What's wrong?" Maribel asked, concerned.
"It hurts." She could hear the pain in Santana's voice.
"What hurts, baby?"
"My stomach." She says while holding it and curling into a ball "It hurts really bad. I came earlier because after the third time i puked Sue told me to go away." She said with a hint of annoyance.
"She did what?! I'm gonna talk to her tomorrow. She can't make you practice if you're sick."
"Don't, i'm here now." Santana mumbled with her face on the pillow. "I feel awful, i'm gonna die."
"You're not going to die." Maribel said.
"But it hurts." Santana could be such a baby when she doesn't feel good.
"I know, baby. I'll go prepare you something to help you feel better, okay? I promise you'll feel better soon."
"Santana," Maribel said while entering the room. She saw that Santana was in the same position that she was when Maribel left the room. "Sit up."
"I don't want to."
"C'mon. I made you some tea and i've got you some painkillers."
Santana groaned but slowly sat up.
"Mami" Santana grumbled. "I don't feel good."
"Shh, i know." Maribel said "Why didn't you tell me earlier that you weren't feeling well?" She asked.
"I don't know." Santana mumbled "I wasn't feeling this bad at first and i didn't want to bother you."
"Santana, you know you never bother me." Maribel said, while handling her the tea and the painkillers. "Here, have this. It'll make you feel better."
"Hey, do you want me to make you dinner?" Maribel asked her a couple of hours later "I can make you some soup if you feel like eating."
"No, i'm not hungry." Santana said "God, i feel really nauseous."
"Are you going to puke?"
"I don't know."
"I'll go bring a bucket just in case you need it, okay?"
Maribel came back to the room with a bucket and a glass of water for Santana and found an empty bed and no sight of her daughter.
She hears Santana dry heaving and goes straight to the bathroom.
"Oh, Santana" Maribel said, while sitting next to her daughter "It's okay, i've got you."
Once Santana finished Maribel handled her the glass of water.
"Are you feeling any better?" Maribel asked
"No." Santana mumbled, before retching back into the toilet.
"Did you finish?" Maribel asked, about 20 minutes later.
"Yes," Santana weakly said "i wanna go to bed."
"Okay, let me help you."
Maribel helped Santana lay in bed.
"Mom, my stomach hurts so bad." Santana complained.
"I know it does." Maribel said. "Try to sleep, okay?"
"I can't! It hurts and i still feel nauseous."
"Shh, just close your eyes."
Santana groaned.
"I'll stay here 'til you fall asleep." Maribel said, in a comforting tone. "You'll feel better tomorrow, i promise."