Hey Guys, sorry for such a long break from the fifth chapter to the sixth. There has been a lot of stuff going on so it has prevented me to write and so on. I hope you all enjoy the chapter. Reviews are always appreciated. xxoo
It's been a week since the accident and Brittany is still checked in. The doctors are waiting for her to be able to walk again so she can leave. Santana remains upstairs, unmoving, and in a state of unconsciousness she may not recover from. On some days, a nurse would take Brittany around in a wheelchair, bring her outside to get fresh air, but that is the extent of her mobility. One afternoon, as she got into the wheelchair she looked the nurse right in the eyes.
"I want to see her." Her tone was serious, pleading in a way.
"I'm afraid we can't let you do that. At least not right now." The nurse moved to the back of the wheelchair, trying to push her out the door. Without hesitation, the dancer grabbed onto the sides so the nurse was unable to move the chair.
"Let me see her or I'll do it myself." The nurse still refused and tried pushing the chair once more. The understanding nurse that had been Brittany's somewhat friend in this situation walked by and noticed the slight fight between the two.
"Whats going on here?" The nurse snapped up and turned to face her.
"Nothing, I was just going to take her for a ride out into the garden but she isn't cooperating." The nurse let go of the chair. "Will you do something about this Jessie?"
She nodded and the other nurse left. "Whats going on Brittany?"
"She won't let me see her. I need.. I need to see her." She looked down at her hands and the nurse understood.
"How about this. When visiting hours are over and the majority of the staff goes home, I'll bring you up there. I could get into a lot of trouble for doing this but at least that way, we will have less of a chance at getting caught. I'm on call tonight so this may work out." Jessie's tone was hushed, making sure no one outside of the room could hear.
Brittany half smiled. "Thank you."
A few hours passed by and the visitors have all gone. The nurse waits a little while before she heads to Brittany's room. She knocks on the door and the blonde looks up.
"Are you ready to do this?" She asks softly, striding over to her bedside.
She nods slowly, scared but thankful. She finally gets to see her lover after what happened.
"I will warn you that she is pretty banged up, bruises and scars are all over her body."
The dancer nods again, understand fully. The nurse helps her into the wheel chair and they head off to the elevator.
The ride upstairs felt like an eternity to the blonde. She bit her lip in anticipation, afraid of seeing her lover in this condition. Her hands move restlessly in her lap. She tries so hard to stay calm.
The elevator door finally opens and they exit. The hallway seemed to go on for miles until finally, they reach the Latina's hospital room. Jessie walks to the door and opens it wide enough for Brittany to roll the chair inside. It's so quiet that the only sound in the room is the continuous beeping of the heart monitor.
For a short while, the blonde stays away from the hospital bed in front of her. Her heart breaks even more at the view in front of her. She slowly rolls up to the side, a single tear rolling down her cheek. Without a word, the nurse walks over to the door and walks out, closing it behind her. The door clicks but Brittany's eyes never break away from Santana's face.
She's pale. Cuts cover the majority of her body that isn't wrapped up in bandages. She looks at the heart monitor, her heart rate is very low, but stable enough to be able to be left alone. The dancer tries to open her mouth to say something but she can't find her voice. A few more tears slide down her cheeks before she gets the courage to move closer and place her hand softly against her lovers.
Brittany slowly strokes her thumb over the top of Santana's hand, knowing she's not there mentally but hoping on some level she could feel comfort.
"H-hey San.. It's me.. Brittany.." Her voice is barely above a whisper. The blonde takes her other hand and holds Santana's between hers, never wanting to let go. "No one w-would let me come see you until today… I um.." Brittany looks down, tears flowing freely now.
"I-I'm so sorry baby, I'm so fucking s-sorry.." Santana remained unmoving as Brittany sat beside her crying. With each growing moment, her heartache becomes deeper and deeper.
After a while, the blonde started thinking about everything. How her choices and actions brought them to the present day. If she wouldn't have made her lover go to the party, she would be alive and well. The one thing she regrets most is saying "Fuck off." Those were the last words she had said, besides the screaming of her name seconds before they were hit.
"San.. I love you with my whole heart and I am so sorry for what I said in the car that night. If I could, I would take it all back.. take everything back." The dancer rakes her eyes of the Latina's face just wishing she would wake up.
"I know I've been a complete bitch for a while and I haven't been completely honest.. I'm sorry for not respecting you and your choice at not drinking. I should have been supportive of that. I'm so fucking sorry." Brittany moves her chair forward and closer to the bed. She leans in and places a soft kiss to her cheek then pulling away, not wanting to hurt her any further.
"R-right now, I promise you that I will stop drinking like an idiot and I'll be there for you. Our relationship h-hasn't been in a great condition for a while and I take full responsibility for that." She whispers softly, "I wish y-you would wake up.. so I could tell you everything and you'd be able to comprehend everything."
Jessie knocks on the door and walks inside the room. Brittany quickly wipes the tears from her eyes but continues to look at the brunette.
"Hey Brittany, I have to bring you back downstairs. I have to check your vitals and another nurse is coming to check on Santana. We don't need to get you into any trouble, or me for that matter." She slowly walks over to the bed and places a hand on the back of the dancers wheelchair.
Brittany doesn't reply. Her eyes are focused solely on Santana, only half listening to the nurse. The blonde leans in to place a short kiss on the Latina's forehead before turning to face Jessie.
"I don't want to leave her." The phrase was week and tinged with sadness.
"I know you don't want to leave but we have to get you downstairs. I'll bring you back here in a day or two. Does that sound good?" She attempts to comfort Brittany by giving her a half smile.
Brittany turns her attention back to Santana. She holds onto her hand and squeezes it gently. "I'll be back soon baby. I love you so much… I hope you wake up soon so I can see your beautiful eyes." With one last kiss to the hand, the blonde turns herself around and allows Jessie to push her out the door and back the way they came.
"I know its hard. Seeing a loved one in the hospital is extremely painful. Especially if they are in the same condition as your friend."
"Girlfriend." Brittany deadpans.
"Yes, girlfriend. I'm sorry." The elevator comes to a stop and Jessie pushes Brittany out and towards her room. She helps the dancer get back into bed and hooks her back up to the monitoring machines.
"I'll be back within the next hour to check on you again. Would you like anything to eat?" Her tone is slightly happy, trying not to be a downer.
Brittany shakes her head. "No."
"We talked about this Brittany.. You need to eat. I know you're not feeling very up to anything but you still need to eat." Jessie's smile falters.
"I'll eat something later. I just want to go to sleep." Brittany lays back completely on the bed and closes her eyes, ignoring Jessie's presence.
"Okay, I'll be back with food in a little while." With that said, she turns towards the door and walks out, shutting it completely.
The blonde finally lets go and tears fall from her eyes like a rainstorm. Seeing her lover hooked up and unconscious broke her down even more. She had tried to stay calm during her visit upstairs but now, now everything is hitting her hard and she can't hold it in.
Again, she curls up into a ball while laying on her side, crying until she eventually passes out.
The head nurse on the floor Santana is on, walks the long hallway to check on her. She opens the door and walks inside, looking at the machines. They seem to be the same as they were when she last checked them.
"San… I love you with my whole heart…"
The nurse heard a beeping noise and looked at the machines. The monitor showing her brain activity started to go off, indicating that her levels have gone up slightly. After a few seconds, the beeping stops and the levels drop back down to where they were.
The nurse grabs the Latina's chart from the end of the bed and records what she had just seen. Maybe there is hope after all she thought to herself.
A few minutes later, everything had been checked and changed. The nurse gives Santana one last look before walking out of the room. "God, please let a miracle happen."
The nurse walks back to the nurses station and records the data onto the computer.
"Brittany, where are you? Brittany? I can't see you, I'm lost. Brittany! Baby please answer me…"