Hey, this is new chapter two. There's a little bit of medical talk in here, and its correct to a certain extent just...don't read to much into it for the benefit of the story. Sorry for any mistakes and please let me know what you think!

PS. If anyone wants to beta this please pm me, thank youuu.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Mrs Lopez?"

"Yes, can I ask who is calling?"
"Yes, my name is Dr Harper from the trauma unit in NYP."

Brittany's knees buckled beneath her.

"Go on" her words came out in a whisper.

"Santana was in a car accident today at about 6pm. From what we've heard from eye witnesses, she was waiting at some traffic
lights when a drunk driver hit her directly on her side."

"Is she..." her Voice broke. She tried again.
"Is she okay?"

"Well..." Brittany felt her heart break.

"She's stable. She suffered quite severe head trauma which caused her to have a stroke. But aside from that she has relatively
minor injuries. So far we can see she has a broken femur and a small laceration. As for the damage the stroke has caused, we will
only be able to tell when she wakes up from the coma" The phone in her hand suddenly felt like it weighed the same as a brick
and slipped from her grip.

She could still hear the murmur of the doctor coming from the receiver but she couldn't care less. Her heart pounded in her chest
and a lump formed in her throat.
Coma.
Stroke.
Severe head trauma.
Relatively minor.

Fracture.
Laceration.
All those words floated around her brain trying to sink in, but they couldn't. How could this be her Santana? She was here, walking
around just a few hours ago. She picked up the phone again, hanging up on the doctor and blindly punched in a number she
knew so well.

"Hey"
"Quinn..." her voice was laced with fear.
"Britt, is everything okay?"
"it's Santana, she was in an accident" she choked out a sob, the words tasted sour on her tongue.
"I'm on my way."

She looked at Santana through the window in the door to her room. She was in ICU until they were positive that she could breath
for herself. Brittany had been standing with her hand on the door handle for almost an hour. She didn't have the courage to walk
in. She felt that stepping into the room would be like stepping into reality. She wasn't sure she was ready yet. Quinn made her way
over to Brittany, a third coffee in her hand and places a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"Britt, you need to go in sooner or later." Quinns voice was soft and understanding, but Brittany didn't even seem to register the
blonde standing next to her. Quinn sighed and left brittany's side, She would make her way inside in her own time. Her own time
was two hours later. She twisted her stiff wrist and heard he ressounding click that signified the door was open, she pushed on the
door and took a step inside.

Santana lay motionless on the bed. The rise and fall of her cheat and the steady beep of the heart monitor were the only signs of life. Brittany gasped at the sight of her wife despite staring at her through the window for what felt like a life time. She had various tubes sticking into her arms and mouth and underneath that you could see the damage the car had done. Her head was wrapped up in bandages and the left side of her face was swollen. Her cheek was black and blue, there was a large cut just under her eye and her left leg was wrapped up in plaster.

Brittany silently walked over to Santana. She sat on the bed and took Santana's hand in her own. Her hand was covered in scratches and had iv's coming out of it. She also had a tan line from where her ring had been removed. This felt so wrong to Brittany. Her wife, her best friend, her strength, her everything was just lying here broken and weak. The only thing keeping her alive was beeping noisily at her side. Even beneath the hospital machinery and the injuries to her face, she saw the most beautiful woman to exist and felt an incredible urge to just pounce on her, as if to wake her up from a simple afternoon nap. Attack her face and neck with kisses and just wait for the girl to smile up at her, but she couldn't and santana's face remained still.

For the next hour Brittany cried and cried. She felt helpless and lost, the longer she sat there the more she felt as if a part of her was missing and here it was laying on a hospital bed that she would soon have to leave behind.

A doctor woke her up. She hadn't realized she had fallen asleep on Santana's hand.

"Hi, I'm Doctor Evans. I've been taking care of Santana. Are you her...?"

'I'm Brittany, her wife." Brittanys voice sounded drained, she shook the doctors hand half heartedly. The doctor was tall, blonde and had huge lips. He had the same kind of look that puck would wear but without the Mohawk.

"Santana has suffered severe head trauma which has caused her to slip into a coma. This is the body's way of focusing all her energy on getting better. Think if it as...beauty sleep" Dr Evans smiled at Brittany but the look on her face made him quickly remove his smile and fear for the life of his manhood. He quickly gathered himself and regained his professionalism

"Uhh she has a small fracture to her cheek bone but this will heal up with no permanent damage, same for the cut under her for her head she got a pretty nasty cut from some glass. She's had a few stitches but I'm afraid it might leave a small scar. Finally, she had an open fracture to her femur so we had to take her into theater to patch her up with some metal plates and wires.' Brittany felt as if the list was going on and on.

"I- I don't understand how the car crash caused her to have a stroke, i mean isn't that caused by drinking too much or something?" a look of confusion set on her face.

"Well, a stroke is normally defined as either an Ischemic stroke or a Hemorrhagic stroke. Santana suffered from a Hemorrhagic stroke which is caused by a tear in an artery's wall causing bleeding in or around the brain. The high impact from when she her head is the most likely cause of the tear" Brittany was starting to think that this was all too much and that she was lucky just to have Santana still with her.

"And what kind of...damage can this do to her?" Brittany was almost too scared to hear the answer but she asked anyway

"It all depend on where about in the brain it happened and how severe the damage is but it can range from the worst which would be severe brain damage and a loss of or limited function of the limbs or the down right lucky of no damage at all." Dr Evans spoke in a matter of fact tone, he looked more like a stripper than a doctor, it was weird hearing words like "hemorrhagic" and "Ischemic" come out of his mouth. Right after having this thought, Brittany knew she needed to go home and sleep. She leant her head back down on the bed, sighing.

Dr Evans could see how this was affecting Brittany. She was haunched over in her chair, eyes raw from crying and had deep set bags under her eyes. He felt guilty for his lame ass comment before. He let out a long breath and placed a hand on brittany's shoulder.

"I know it's a lot to take in especially when this all looks so frightening but she's doing well... I can already tell she is strong" A small smile ghosted across Brittany's lips.

"And hey, I didn't get this job for nothing. It seems that someone somewhere thinks im good at saving lives. So thats what im gonna do. You're wife isnt going anywhere, not on my watch. Thats a promise Brittany." This gave the blonde a small ounce of hope, so she turned to the doctor.

"Im gonna hold you to that trouty mouth" He laughed a little shaking his head as he left, causing the mood in the room to lighten.

Brittany opened the door to her apartment and was hit with the smell of home. She was glad to be back in her own apartment despite being away from Santana. She had spent two nights at Santana's bed side thanks to nurse Linda making an exception to the rules and Quinn bringing her food. Brittany closed the door behind her and sat down on the couch, taking a look around.

Santana and Brittany had moved to new York after graduation. Neither of them had dreams that needed a specific state or college so they decided to follow Rachel, Finn and Quinn out to New York. Brittany attended NYU, majoring in dance, along with Santana, majoring in English.

Fresh out of school Brittany started teaching a a really good studio and Santana got hired for the local newspaper. From then on they had both worked up the ladder. Santana was a successful editor, people hired her to read their books and essentially make them better and Brittany had acquired the studio from the owner who retired and now runs the whole thing with her own team of staff. Therefore they were able to afford this pretty nice apartment. All open plan, large modern kitchen two bedrooms one en suite bathroom with s main bathroom too. The whole thing was Santana all over from the furniture and the colour of the wallpaper to the pictures on the wall and this is what made the blondes heart ache.

Each picture on the wall of the couple had been carefully selected by Santana, each marking significant events but without showing the soft affectionate side to the feisty Latina. Brittany didnt understand why she insisted on keeping her sweet cute cuddly side a secret but she went along with it regardless and kept all those pictures in her room. On the walls there were pictures of their graduation from McKinley, graduation from NYU, their marriage, new year, Christmas and other occasions.

She looked away, from her smiling wife because it made being home too hard. She decided it would be best just to get into bed and have a good long sleep. She made her way into the pairs bedroom and stripped down to her underwear. Blue lace, Santana's favorite. She got into bed on the left side she could smell Santana on the right side of the bed. Brittany longed to be wrapped up in her favorite brunettes arms and feel her breath, warm and slow, tickle the back of her neck. To here the quiet whisper of a goodnight and and an I love you next to her ear. To feel warm soft lips gently kiss her shoulder. But tonight she would have to do without, and for god knows how many more nights.

She decided to roll over on to the latina's side so she was immersed in the smell of Santana and waited for sleep to overtake her, but one thing that she was unable to forget, since she found out about the accident, was the guilt and regret lying heavily on her shoulders. She knew that Santana being in a car accident was completely random and could of happened to everyone, but the thing that was causing the regret and guilt was the terms on which Santana had left the house...

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