Santana lay still in the crisp and firm hospital bed. Her mind was fuzzy and her body, although numb, ached a little...if that was possible. She didn't know exactly where she was, but she knew she was in hospital.
The thing that worried the raven haired girl though, was the lack of visitors, no Quinn, no Rachel, no Kurt...no one.
The large clock opposite her bed showed she had been awake for at least 20 minutes, yet nobody had come to see her.
They must think I'm disgusting
She thought. Her mind travelling back to the man, to the alley, to the moment everything was destroyed.
A lump formed in her throat as tears filled her eyes.
Everything was going to be perfect. Everything was finally good. Now I'm ruined. Disgusting. I'm ugly and broken.
Why would they be here...nobody wants a beaten and raped friend...Quinn doesn't want a fucking messed up girlfriend.
FUCK!
Crying out, Santana raised her left arm and hit the mattress with her fist. A sob echoed around the empty room as the Latina broke down.
"Whyyyy" She cried, curling into the fetal position.
"Why me...why don't they love me anymore?" whispered the brotis girl to herself.
She felt dirty, damaged, wrong and abandoned. Another cry ripped through her small body, she wanted to kick and scream, to stand up and jump off the roof, but her body felt sluggish from whatever drugs were system and it was hard to move. Curling tighter into herself, Santana slowly became exhausted. Her rapid breaths slowed, sobs turned to whimpers and eventually the young woman cried herself into a fitful sleep.
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Quinn stood in the small relatives room she and her friends had been provided with after their breakdown. Rachel sat on a green plastic chair, knees curled up to her chin and her head down whilst Kurt rubbed her back.
Silence had coated the small space since they entered it a half hour ago.
The blonde closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. She had a terrible headache, but it was nothing compared to the heartache she felt.
As she let out a sigh , Santana's doctor quietly pushed through the door and into the room causing everyone to look at her.
"Hey" She said before shaking her head slightly at her lack of professionalism.
Coughing slightly, the strawberry blonde continued.
"I understand how you are all feeling, I get that Santana is a prominent person in your life and I know how it feels...I'm sorry this has happened, and I'm sorry for the information about her injuries I am about to relay, I know it will he distressing, but please stay, or try to stay calm. You have to remember that Miss Lopez is safe and in one of the best hospitals this side of America.".
All three of the room's occupants nodded. Rachel had now stood, she was between Kurt and Quinn, all three holding hands.
"Miss Lopez-"
"Please, call her Santana. She's...she's not, we don't..we call her Santana.". Mumbled Quinn, cutting the doctor off mid sentence with a husky and shaking voice. Rachel gripped her hand tighter.
"Of course. My apologies." Replied Taylor before continuing.
"Santana suffered a number of injuries in her attack. The main one was a punctured lung caused by blunt force trauma that broke three of her ribs.".
Doctor Taylor paused a moment the information sink in.
"She also suffered a severe concussion which may have caused memory loss. Other injuries are minor, cuts, deep bruising and shock"
Quinn stumbled over to one of plastic chairs and sat with a thud. Her mind was spinning and she felt nauseous.
The Yale student noticed the doctor eyeing her worriedly so she nodded for her to continue.
"When she was admitted, Santana was unconscious but regained conciousness for a while. Sadly she became agitated and we had no choice to sedate her."
Taylor took a breath before carrying on. This was the first time she had treated a rape victim and it was proving difficult for the young woman.
"Whilst sedated...we performed a standard rape exam on Santana. I am so sorry to confirm that nit only assaulted, but she was also the victim of rape.".
A whimper escaped Quinn's mouth as her hand flew up to stop it.
Rachel looked at her friend, biting her lip trying not to cry.
Kurt stood stock still. He was numb right now, he .what had happened. Anyone could see it, but it was still a shock.
"We have on anti-HIV drugs and have also taken samples and treated any damage.". Taylor let out a long breath.
"So, Quinn. As emergency contact you are allowed to visit even the restricted intensive care unit...do you-"
"Take me to her now" Demanded the blonde, standing quickly and striding towards the door.
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A shaft of light shone into the dark room. She didn't know what time it was as she could no longer see the clock.
Santana blinked the sleep from her eyes and unfurled from her position, turning onto her back the Latina glanced at the direction of the door where the light was coming from.
Her heart stopped for a moment.
Brown eyes squeezed shut.
Her head pounded and her chest ached.
Opening her tear filled eyes the small girl let out a whimper.
Instantly the figure in the door walked, or rather ran toward the bed.
Santana let out a small yelp as the person practically jumped onto the bed wrapping their arms around her and pressing a soft kiss to her hair.
"Quinn" Sobbed the tan girl.
Quinn let out a breath and a cry. "I've got you baby. I've got you."
Santana felt her tears soak her girlfriends top. She gripped her back and sobbed loudly into her chest.
"I'm so sorry..I..I...sor, sorry..sorry".
The Latina cried out mumbled apologies over and over, causing Quinn to become confused.
Stroking . almost black hair and sitting upright as her girl stayed on her back, Quinn looked on worriedly.
"Oh San, what are you sorry for? You don't have to be sorry for anything baby".
Her voice was hoarse, but emotion and through.
Santana shuffled and closed her eyes for . Quickly opening them when her attacker's face flashed in her mind.
"I...I don't know, I jus-just thought you..." She trailed off, afraid to continue.
"Talk to me babe, I'm here...always..." Urged Quinn.
Santana took a breath. "I was here for so long..a..an-and nobody came. You d-didn't come to see me...I thought I was too b-broken" She hiccuped through her tears, trying to be brave for Quinn. Hoping the girl would see 't a complete wreck and still what her.
Quinn gasped and swallowed a cry, shaking her head almost violently. "No San. No. Not ever...you are perfect to me no matter what, ok?" Her voice was soft but held a stern edge.
The Latina took , shuddering breath. She wanted to believe the blonde. She wanted to trust her girlfriend. But something in her mind would not let her. Forcing a small smile the Latina nodded, hoping her girlfriend couldn't tell just placating her.
The Yale student dropped a light kiss to the unbruised cheek of her girlfriend, not completely happy with Santana's reaction, but not wanting to push so soon.
She knew this was going to be difficult, that the road to recovery was long and would probably never end.
And that's why she pushed her need to convince Santana it was the truth aside.
She was willing to go slow and help build her girl back up. But that didn't stop the fact that Santana just technically lied to her from hurting.
"C-can you hold me please? I feel sleepy..." mumbled the Latina.
Quinn slowly lowered herself and wrapped her body around the slightly smaller girl's. "Of course S. Anything for you my love".
She could feel her girlfriend tense every few seconds, but after ten or so minutes the Latina drifted off to sleep.
Quinn let herself cry as soon as she did.
She cried because of what happened to her beautiful girlfriend.
She cried because Santana lied to her.
And she cried because of the uncertainty that lay ahead.
Quinn wasn't sure about the future, how everyone would cope, how Santana would heal, if they would stay together. But she knew one thing and that was she wasn't gonna let her girl push her away. Not ever. And with those determined thoughts, the blonde also drifted into a fitful sleep.
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