Santana quickly moved protectivly in front of her girlfriend, who was oblivious to any problem. 'Who the fuck are you?' She asked hesitantly. The taller man growled, 'I should be asking you the same question. This island is supposed to be deserted.' He started moving forward, closer the Santana and the dancer.
'W..We crashed here. Our plane. We're not here by choice.' She snapped. 'Attitude, huh? Peter, we're gonna take them in.' The shorter man nodded and nudged the three helpless teenagers up. 'Get up.' The man demanded.
Santana cautiously stood up, silently praying that they would leave Brittany be. The man growled and walked quickly over to them. He pushed the Latina out of the way and kicked the blonde's shoulder. 'I said get up!' He told her harshly. 'Hey! Don't touch her! She's fucking sick okay?' Santana yelled. Brittany groaned and slowly raised a hand to her shoulder. It was obvious that she still had no idea what was going on.
'Come on Ty, she's sick.' Peter nudged him. 'We'll take them all with us.' Ty sighed. 'Get her walking, alright?' He pointed at Santana, who slowly nodded and leaned down towards her girlfriend. 'I can just carry her. I carried her here.' Finn told them. 'Fine.' Ty nodded gruffly. But when Finn started towards the two girls, he put a rough hand on his shoulder. 'Don't move.' He growled, Finn just looked at him confused. 'You,' he instructed, pointing at Santana. 'Bring her over.'
The Latina stroked Brittany's face. 'Britt, baby, can you stand up for me?' She whispered. The blonde's eyes fluttered open as she just took in her surroundings. Santana saw panic Brittany's eyes when she looked over at the men with the guns. 'San?' She coughed. 'I'm here. Come on.' She gently tried to nudge Brittany into her arms to pick her up, but the blonde was like a deadweight.
'This is taking too fucking long!' Ty shouted as he stormed over and yanked Brittany up by her shoulder. The dancer who was lacking her usual agility simply let out a small shriek. Ty had to practically drag her over to Finn while Santana never left Brittany's side, even as she shouted at him to leave her alone and that she was gonna go all Lima Heights on his ass.
The blonde was thrown at Finn, who just looked lost. 'Finn, fucking catch her!' Santana screamed, bringing the unusually tall boy back to his senses. The Latina let out a sigh of relief when Brittany was safely scooped into the boy's arms.
As they started walking, Brittany asked quietly, 'San, where are we going? Are you taking me to the doctor's?'
Santana took her girlfriend's hand in hers. 'No, B. We aren't going to the doctor's.' She replied sadly. 'Then where are we going? I still don't feel good.'
The brunette paused and glanced up at Peter in the front of the pack. 'Hey ginger!' She shouted. The confused redhaired man turned around. 'Where are we going?'
'You'll see.' He simply replied, looking over at Ty who was glaring fiercely back. 'Well, are there doctors there?' Santana tried. Peter shook his head. 'We're the only two on this island. Well, we were the only two.' He explained. The Latina thought for a second before asking another question. 'Do you have medical stuff there?'
Ty just gave a small smirk, but Santana knew what he meant. 'Come on! She's really sick, you have to help her! Please.' She begged. Santana Lopez never begged. Ever. Not even to Brittany. But this trip, she thinks half the things she's said, has been begging. She begged Brittany to drink the water. Begged her to sit down instead of get up and walk to the rest of the group. And now, when she was begging these bastards to at least help her sick lover.
Ty scoffed at her failed attempts and kept walking. 'It hurts, San.' Brittany whimpered. That made the brunette stop in her tracks. 'Okay, you know what? You fuckers are going to help her! I don't care that you have guns, I don't care that you're bigger then me. She is the love of my life and I don't want her to slowly die while we're like sitting ducks!' She screamed.
The rest of the group just stared at her. Mostly the two men leading the group. It had been a few seconds since she had finished her rant, and now it was silent. After what seemed like hours, but was really only seconds, Brittany piped up weakly, 'Do you think there are ducks here, San?' She mumbled as she was about to doze off.
The Latina couldn't help but smile at that remark. But the smile was quickly wiped off her face as Ty moved toward her. 'Listen bitch, I don't care about you, I don't care about your little girlfriend, hell, I don't even care about Pete over here. All I care about is my buisiness and getting my money. So shut. The fuck. Up.' He snarled. Santana snapped, if Quinn and Mike hadn't been there to stop her from doing anything she'll regret, she definitaly would have attempted murder.
'S, Brittany needs you. He could hurt you...or kill you.' Quinn managed to calm the Latina down and they walked up to an old warehouse. Bags of white powder were scattered along the ground outside and there was one single window on the left side of the building. 'What the fuck is this?' Mike asked, looking suspiciously at the white powder filled bags.
'Welcome to our humble abode..' Ty muttered sarcastically. He brought them all inside and led them to a room with a single bed. 'You leave this room, I shoot you, you try to escape, I shoot you, you do anything that I don't like, and I shoot you. Got it?' Ty turned away without another word and locked the door behind him.
'That fucking bastard! How can he just let Brittany suffer like this? That fucking dickhead!' Santana screamed, eyeing Brittany carefully. 'San, calm down. He'll get mad.' Quinn tried, but the Latina wasn't finished yet. 'And you,' She started, thrusting a finger into Finn and Mike's faces. 'Finnocence over here could have easily taken them. Yin could have dodged a few blows with his dancing anyways. How could you not have done anything?' She yelled.
'Santana.' Quinn hissed. 'What? What, Q? Do you not care about Brittany at all?'
'Don't you dare say that. She's my best friend. You both are. I just don't want him to come in here and get mad, besides, it wasn't their fault.' She told her, motioning towards the guys.
'I know. I just, I couldn't protect her this time.' Santana whispered quietly.
'San?' Everyone jumped at the sound of the raspy voice. 'Hey, B. How are you feeling?' She rushed over to the blonde who Finn had set on the bed. 'I feel tired. Why am I sick?' Brittany asked, momentarily locking blue eyes with brown. 'I think..I think the cut on your head might be...it might be infected Brittany. Can I look at it?' She cautiously moved more toward her girlfriend when she nodded.
Brittany let out a small scream when Santana grazed over it with her fingertips. It was definitaly infected. She pulled back and laid down next to the blonde, who's breathing was shallow and her body like a heater.
'It's gonna be okay, B. I'm gonna take care of you.' Santana assured her.
'Where are we?' The blonde asked quietly. Before the Latina could answer, the door was flung open and Ty came in. 'You,' he pointed at Brittany. 'Come with me.' He demanded.
'San?' The dancer looked at Santana, eyes wide with fear, asking for direction of any kind. 'Motherfucking idiot.' He muttered and grabbed Brittany himself. 'Hey! Get your hands off of her!' The Latina rushed at him. Brittany was using all of her energy on trying to get away, kicking and hitting. It wasn't effective at all. 'Santana!' She screeched. Eventually, she couldn't hold the fight any longer as all her limbs gave out from exaugstion, leaving her limp and heavy in Ty's arms. 'San..' She tried once more, the tiredness evident in her voice.
Quinn and Mike had come over to try to pry her from the man's arms, Finn just standing there dumbfounded. It was finally when Ty pulled a gun on them when they backed off. Santana stepped carefully towards him, but stopped immiediatly as he hit Brittany with the butt of the gun, hard. The blonde whimpered, but still couldn't find the strength to move. He smirked and threatened to do it again when he noticed the effect it had.
'No! Stop! Don't hurt her. Just don't hurt her.' Santana said quietly. He scoffed and walked back out the doors.
Santana stood there, frozen. The guys expected her to snap, like she did last time. But it was Quinn now. 'What the fuck?' She screeched. 'What the actual fuck!'
Finn tried to calm her down, but that just turned her on him. 'You. You...idiot! You just stood there. You didn't help at all!'
'I..I thought that she could get out of his grip and..' He trailed off. Now Santana was in on it too. 'You thought what? You thought that a girl that has a 103 degree fever, can't see straight, and hasn't had water or food in a good three hours could fight her way out of the grip of a fully grown man? Are you seriously stupid? She fought for a good 10 seconds, weakly, until she couldn't anymore. That not enough for you? Huh?' The Latina was furious. No, raging mad. She couldn't handle it anymore. She slid down the wall and started crying. Soon, Quinn slid down beside her and they hugged eachother as if their life depended on it.
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'Just let me see it!' Peter yelled. He had been trying to get Brittany to let him have a look at the back of her head. 'I'm trying to help!' She kept struggling though.
'Stop that nonsense and just sedate her already, idiot.' Ty shot a glare his way. 'How am I supposed to get her to take the pills?' Peter asked, wiping the sweat off his head.
'I don't know. Crush them into some water or somethng. Just make her stop that groaning, I'm trying to read.'
Peter sighed and did as he was told, his back to Brittany, who was now panting heavily. When he turned back around, he plastered a smile on his face and held out the water to her. 'Here. I know you don't feel well, so I got you water.' the blonde eyed him suspiciously before taking the cup with shaking hands and gulping the water down.
After a few minutes, everything started looking blurry. The voices seemed far away and she was sure she was in a dream. Her eyes started drooping and finally closed. Peter let out a sigh of relief. 'Finally.' He muttered, and checked the back of her head and cleaned it.