Holy moley, again what an amazing response. Thank you all so , so, so much. You make me so damn smiley!

Sorry for the lack of updates, my house was invaded by three friends I haven't seen for a long time this weekend and some fun and completely random times were had.

I struggled a lot with this chapter. I find it hard to see the attack from an outside view, but I tried. Sorry if it's a bit rough...anyways, on with the story

Mike was frozen. In front if him was the most horrific scene he had ever witnessed. A bruised, bloodied and broken Santana now lay passed out in the arms of Kurt, paramedics were attempting to release the Latina from his grasp. Beside him Puck was crying uncontrollably, hunched over on his knees. And pressed to his ear was the voice of an increasingly desperate sounding Quinn. The Asian boy closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind for a moment. "Qui..Quinn.". He croaked out again. Shaking his head at himself.

"Mike..what's happening? where are you? I tried calling Kurt so we could meet up...he's not answering. Have you found her? Is she ok?.". The blondes voice was rushed and panicked.

Mike sighed and steadied himself. "Quinn...we...you, maybe...shit.". He swallowed the quickly forming lump in his throat. "We found her...she...it's not good.". He heard a gasp and a whimper travel down the line and quickly continued. "There's paramedics here now...she's alive, but it's...it's...". His voice trailed off as he watched the two emergency workers gently place his friend on a stretcher before attaching an oxygen mask to the Latinas face and lifting the small girl up, pushing the stretcher towards the ambulance.

"MIKE, ANSWER ME!".Roared the normally controlled girl down the phone.

The brown eyed boy straightened and instantly chastised himself for zoning out. "S,sorry. She's in the ambulance now...I think they'll take her to hope university hospital...it's the closest. I, I think you should get there now. I can call if they take her elsewhere.".

There was a moment of silence before the Yale student spoke quietly, as though afraid. "What happened to her Mike?".

The dancer felt his stomach drop and his heart tighten in his chest. He wanted to lie, tell her anything but what had been obvious the moment he saw the tan girl, but he couldn't do that. He couldn't let Quinn believe it wasn't bad, he couldn't give her false hope. So stealing himself he answered. "I...I think, well...Quinn, it looks like she's been attacked...I, I think she may have been raped.".

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"I...I think, well...Quinn, it looks like she's been attacked...I, I think she may have been raped.".

Quinn's heart stopped, her body felt too light and her heart pounded rapidly in her tightening chest. Hazel eyes locked with the brown of Rachel's, her lip quivered as she tried to hold back a cry of utter pain and anguish. Her knees buckled and time seemed to tick by slowly as she dropped to the hardwood floor. She saw herself tumble, saw her hand drop the phone from it's limp grasp. As her knees buckled and hit the floor she felt Rachel's presence beside her and saw the small girl lean forward and pick up the dropped phone. The blonde looked on as Rachel spoke urgently down the phone, her brown eyes widening as Mike relayed the same information. Quinn's hazel eyes misting over as a sob escaped the brunettes mouth, the smaller girl shaking her head rapidly, trying to deny what was happening.

All of a sudden the taller girl felt her stomach lurch, scrambling to her feet she shakily made her way to the bathroom, bumping into the walls of the hallway as she struggled to stay upright. Once inside she dropped to her knees, her stomach emptying into the porcelain toilet. The blondes mind was running at a million miles per hour, the only thing she could hear was blood rushing through her ears. Santana had been attacked. Her beautiful girl had been attacked by some vile bastard, attacked and possibly raped. The girl who had loved, protected and cared for her in one way or another since they were 12 had been violated and she hadn't been there to protect her. Guilt washed over the blonde as another surge of bile rushed up her throat. Quinn was devastated.

Rachel ended the call with a fastly deteriorating Mike, his words were become jumbled and his breathing more rapid and laboured. She herself was also becoming increasingly upset and was struggling to hold it together. Watching Quinn stumble towards the bathroom had hit her hard in the chest, the brunette needed to pull together for her friend. She had to be strong for the both of them, at least until she had gotten them to the hospital. She just needed to get to Santana, needed to get Quinn to her. With shaking steps the small diva made her way to the bathroom. Quinn was hunched over the toilet, her arms folded and her head resting on them. Rachel could see her friend trying to calm herself down by taking deep and steady breaths, but her body would rebel and a shudder followed by a half sob would escape the blondes mouth and echo around the small room. After watching on in a daze for a few moments the brunette knelt slowly beside the distraught girl and placed a soft hand on her back. Quinn turned instantly and threw herself into the NYADA student's arms, a body shaking cry pouring out of her as she buried her face in the shorter girls shoulder and wrapped her arms tightly around the brunette. Rachel was sure her heart shattered into a million pieces at that exact moment. She tightened her grip on her friend whilst rocking them both gently. "It'll be ok Quinn. She's strong and resilient, we'll help and she will get through this, we will get through this ..all of us, together...ok hun?". The Jewish girl felt Quinn shrug and swallowed back a cry as a mental image of a broken Santana flashed in her mind. She wasn't sure at all if things would be ok, but she needed to be there for Quinn, and that's what she was going to do. After a deep breath the brunette squeezed her friend a little. "Come on sweety, we need to get to the hospital, we need to be there for her...ok?". Feeling the taller girl nod, Rachel released her hold of Quinn and stood on shaking legs, offering a hand out to the still seated girl. Quinn took hold of her hand and was soon stood beside her. "Let's get to the hospital hun.". She whispered, steadying herself before wrapping an arm around Quinn's slim waist. This was going to be one of the most difficult things she or her friends has ever done, and Rachel was terrified.

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It was bright Too bright. She could feel the light burning through her eyelids. She scrunched them tighter together for a moment before slowly opening them, blinking dry tears and blood away.

Blood.

The alley.

All of a sudden, every cut, scratch, bruise and bump hit her, Santana cried out in pain as several people became apparent to her.

"She's regaining conciousness"

"Chest tube is fully inserted."

"Lewis, I need those stats now!"

Suddenly, a kind face of a female doctor hovered over her own and smiled solemnly. Gray eyes wrinkling in the corner as she did. "Hey there Santana, it's good to see you awake. Do you know where you are?".

The Latina closed her eyes for a moment and shook her head. She felt as though she should, but all the girl could think of was what had happened in the alley. She had no idea where she was, how she got there or if she was safe. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't figure out where she was. It was as though her brain was being smothered by cotton wool.

The woman above her nodded as if expecting this. "Ok sweetness, you're in Hope university hospital. You're friends brought you in. Do you remember what happened?"

Santana whimpered, her mind flashing back to the alleyway. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks as the raven haired girl nodded. She wanted to speak, to ask about her friends. About Quinn, but only painful gasps came out. The Latinas slight frame rocked as a series of painful coughs tore through her body. Her lungs burned, her head pounded and her vision blurred. Blindly she reached out, grasping for help. A soft hand found hers. It gripped her tightly, but not so much it hurt.

"Ok there sweety, deep breaths. You're safe.". A pause. "I'm going to give you something to help calm you down ok honey".

Santana didn't know how to respond. She was in so much pain, so scared, so confused. But none of that mattered. The terrified girl felt a pinch in the crook of her elbow and almost instantaneously her body became heavy, her coughing slowed as her limbs tingled and slowly the world disappeared.

Any feedback or suggestions would be totally appreciated. Thanks for reading! :)