AN: Alright! I'm back! To the people who reviewed, thank you! About Mercedes dying, yeah I know. But I felt that Mr. Schu is always the one to die..so I wanted to be nice(:
Brittany woke up with a start, her head pounding and limbs heavy. Despite that, she still managed to absentmindedly reach beside her for Santana. When the blonde felt nothing she shot upwards and took in her surroundings. 'Oh. Right.' She mumbled to herself as she remembered the crash. 'Hey B, you're up.' The dancer jumped and turned around, only to be met by her beautiful girlfriend's face. 'Hi San. How long have you been up for?' The blonde cuddled into Santana as the Latina sat down next to her.
'A while. Probably about 4 hours.' Santana smiled at her, her eyes raking over Brittany's body until they finally landed on her face. The Latina frowned slightly as she found that her girlfriend's usually glowing skin, became sweaty and her eyes slightly glazed. 'Wow. I was out for a long time.' The blonde sighed, while leaning deeper into Santana. Brittany felt heavy, like a deadweight. 'Yeah you were. It's the afternoon. Dunno what time it is though. How do you feel?'
'Good. My head still hurts.' She responded. 'Can we go get something to eat?' Santana nodded and helped Brittany up. Santana watched with concerned eyes as the blonde swayed back and forth trying to keep her balance. 'Britt, maybe you should sit down, I can go get you something to eat.' The Latina offered, while trying to make eye contact with Brittany, but the dancer just stared on with unfocused eyes. 'No, I'm fine. I-I just need some..something to eat.' Brittany nodded fast, as if telling herself, not her worried girlfriend.
'B, you don't look so good, please let me take care of you.' Santana begged. Seeing that the blonde could barely keep herself upright, the Latina kept a steady hand on each of her arms. Before Brittany could respond, she doubled over and emptied the contents of her stomach (which was just water) onto the sand. Santana watched with wide eyes as she held her girlfriends hair from her face as Brittany just lurched, trying to empty something that would never come out.
'Quinn!' Santana shouted. 'Q! For fucks sake get over here!' She yelled once more, this time the shorter blonde came jogging over. 'S, what..' She started, but was quickly cut off by the worried Latina. 'She's sick.' Santana said bluntly. Quinn nodded and ran over to get the medicine. Brittany stood back up from her position of being doubled over, and was overcome by a wave of dizziness, sending her back into Santana. The Latina set her gently on the blanket and ran her hand over the blonde's face. 'Jesus, B.' She sighed. Brittany was burning up. No doubt she was really sick.
'S..San. I don't f..feel good.' Brittany stuttered. 'I know, baby. Can you tell me what you're feeling?' the brunette ran a hand over her girlfriend's face to move the hair out of her eyes. 'I d..don't feel good.' She repeated, this time quieter. 'I know, B. I'm gonna take care of you, okay? But I need you to tell me what's wrong so I can make you feel better. Can you do that for me please?' Santana asked again.
'My head h..hurts. And m..my stomach feels like I a..ate a gazillion chocolate bars. I'm dizzy t..too, Sanny.' The Latina could see Brittany clearly shivering, so she grabbed the blanket she was using and wrapped it around the blonde. Her heart clenched at the sight of her sick girlfriend. How did things get so messed up?
Brittany's breathing was heavy, like she was sighing over and over and over again. 'Okay Brittany. We're gonna get you better okay? I'm right here and I'm gonna take care of you.' She assured the blonde. 'Here's some water, can you drink this for me babe?' Santana carefully brought Brittany up to a sitting position and leaned her against her own body. The brunette guided the water up to the blonde's lips. When the water finally got to the dancer's mouth, she coughed and sputtered, like she wasn't expecting it.
Suddenly, Brittany's head lolled forward and she slumped against Santana. 'Britt? Brittany?' Santana gently shook the blonde's shoulders. 'Fuck.' she muttered as she slowly brought the unconcious girl back to the laying down position. Things just keep getting better and better, don't they? She thought to herself. Quinn finally came up with all the medical supplies and knelt down by her friend. 'Take your fucking time Fabray.' Santana glared at her. 'It wasn't my fault. Finn wouldn't let me have the whole bag until Ra-erm, Berry came back to say it was okay.' She explained, slightly panting.
'Did you tell him that Brittany is really sick?' Before Quinn could respond Santana just finished, 'Nevermind. Whatcha got?'
'Only the regular stuff. Aspirin, paracetamol, ibuprofen..' Quinn trailed off as she dug deeper and deeper into the bag. 'What happened?' She asked. Santana sighed and ran her hand through her hair. 'She started throwing up. Then I layed her down, and tried to get her to drink some water, then she just passed out.' Quinn felt Brittany's head. 'She's burning up.' She stated, rummaging through the bag and pulling out a thermometer.
Santana gently opened Brittany's mouth and Quinn put the thermometer in. She pulled it out when it beeped and sighed. 'Dammit. 103 degrees.'
'Why the fuck is this happening Q?' Santana yelled, a rhetorical question but the shorter blonde still answered. 'She probably just drank some bad water or somethi-' The Latina cut her off. 'I don't mean just that. I mean all of this. The plane crash and her getting sick. It's bad. I can't stand seeing her like this. I thought that once we crashed that it couldn't get any worse. But of course it does. Why couldn't I have gotten sick? She doesn't fucking deserve any of this.' The brunette was close to tears as she finished her rant. Quinn just sat in silence and hugged her friend.
'She's gonna be okay, San. She has you. You would do anything to protect her and keep her safe.' She gently explained. The Latina nodded and went back to Brittany's side. 'We need to get her water, but she has to wake up.' Quinn told her. 'Britt? Brittany, honey, you gotta wake up now, okay?' No response. 'She's really out cold, huh? Pour some water on her face. That might help.' Quinn instructed. 'Slowly.'
Santana started to drizzle water on her girlfriend's face. Brittany slowly fluttered her eyes open. 'S..San?' She asked, still not fully awake. 'I'm right here, B.' The Latina firmly grasped Brittany's hand in her own. 'You need to drink some water, okay?' Without waiting for an answer, Santana brought the water up to her girlfriend's lips once more, sighing in relief as she watches her take two sips.
'Do you think you could eat something?' Quinn asked. Brittany shook her head and told them, 'I'm not hungry. I don't feel good.' Her words were getting slower and slower as she talked, which worried Santana and the shorter blonde. 'Can you get me a shirt or towel or something with some water, please. We need to cool her off.' Santana explained. 'We don't have cold water, the only cold water is from the pool you found more inland.' The blonde informed her.
'Sanny..' Brittany groaned quietly. At the sound of her girlfriend's voice, Santana decided what they should do. 'I'm really hot, San. Like that time my air conditioner broke and we had to stay at your house.' the Latina gave a small smile at the memory. The Pierce's house had been over 95 degrees, so Brittany and her family stayed at their house for 2 weeks.
'I know, just breathe okay? I know your hot, we're gonna get you cooled off.' Santana turned to Quinn. 'Get two of the guys, we're taking her inland. She needs to be in the shade anyways.' the ex-cheerio nodded and went to find somebody.
Santana continued to stroke her girlfriend's face. How had she gotten this sick? Brittany's eyes started to droop. 'Hey, Brittany, honey? Can you look at me for a second?' the blonde opened her eyes a bit more and did as the Latina said. Santana looked into Brittany's eyes and saw that they were incredibly dialated and lacking their usual blue contrast.
Quinn came back a couple minutes later with Finn and Mike. 'Can you lift her up?' Santana asked. Finn nodded and started to pick the blonde up. 'Not you, I don't want your-' The Latina stopped him but was cut off by Quinn. 'Santana, you asked for help and he's offering. Be nice.' She scolded. The brunette sighed and nodded him on.
(Ahhhhh. Self made line break AGAIN.)
'Finally!' Quinn exclaimed as they reached the water. Finn set Brittany down carefully by the edge. Santana wasted no time and got the shirt they had brought soaked with water. 'That feels good..' Brittany said tiredly as the brunette had started to dab her face. 'Quinn, can you bring me that aspirin?' Santana asked, not taking her eyes off her girlfriend. When she got no response she turned around and said, 'Q! Ca-' But she stopped in her tracks when she saw her three other friends on their knees with two guys threatening them with guns.
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