Hey guys, I'm sorry it has been taking me so long to update. There had been a lot of personal trouble going on in my life but I stayed up last night and wrote this chapter. I hope you guys enjoy it. I know it isn't exactly what you guys were hoping for but it's something. I love you all and feedback is such a great thing :) Love you guys. Also, thank you for all of the positive feedback, it is very much appreciated!
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"She's waking up, I need some help in here God dammit!" The nurse yelled out the door and tried stabilize Santana. She was waking up, thrashing all over the bed. It was like she was having a seizure. A few of the night nurses ran inside and tried to hold her down while the other nurse tried to inject pain medication into her IV.
"She's going to be in a hell of a lot of pain when she wakes up, especially with her thrashing around." The nurse almost yelled, there was so much going on all at once it was hard to keep a calm voice.
Santana stopped thrashing around but her heart rate was still pretty high. A few seconds later her eyes started to flutter open. Tears started falling from her eyes and she mouthed her lovers name. She couldn't find her voice. One of the nurses came up to stand right at the head of the bed, holding onto Santana's hand. The Latina tried to open her eyes all of the way but everything was still blurry.
"Britt-any.." Her voice was so soft that the nurse beside her barely heard her. They got her levels to stabilize and the nurses tried to keep her awake. Her eyes kept fluttering, trying to clear her vision. She could make out the nurses and the light was blinding, but it was all so unclear.
"It's okay sweetie, you're safe. Just try and relax. Try not to move too much, you have some serious injuries." The nurse spoke soothingly, rubbing her thumb over the top of the brunettes hand.
"Wh-..er.. " Santana tried to sit up but the nurses gently pushed her back down, not wanting her to strain herself. "Where is.. Brittany..?" Her words were parted by heavy breathes. After a few seconds she tried to sit up but the nurses made sure she stayed down. "Brittany.."
The two other nurses started to whisper to each other. "Why does she keep saying Brittany..?"
"I don't know.. Isn't that the other girl that was in the car with her?"
The other nurse gave her a confused look but nodded. "I think so."
"Santana, we need you to just calm down and relax. You're in the hospital and you're safe. Everything is going to be okay." The nurse tried to comfort her again. It was starting to help. Even though she had been in a coma for so long, she was tired as hell. "Why don't I get you a glass of water, it may help."
The Latina nodded and closed her eyes tightly, trying to breathe. She opened her eyes up again and everything was starting to become a clearer image. She could almost see the nurses faces, but there was still a slight blur.
The nurse came back with a glass of water and helped Santana sit up slightly. She was calm, but still confused. Her head was in a whirl, trying to remember all that happened but she can only see pieces of it.
After a while, the extra nurses left to go check on other patients. The head nurse stayed in with Santana, making sure she would still be able to wake up if she fell asleep. It took a couple of hours for the nurses to get her calmed down and hydrated but now she could finally relax. It was nearly six am when she finally fell into a light sleep. Her mind wondering with memories of the accident.
The clock stuck six in the Lopez-Pierce home and all three girls were fast asleep in the master bedroom. From across the room there was a loud vibrating sound that wouldn't stop. Quinn started to stir until she finally opened her eyes. She turned over and looked at the clock. She rolled her eyes and thought to herself, "Who could be calling at this ungodly hour." The phone stopped for a minute and before Quinn could close her eyes to go back to sleep, the vibrating started again. The Blonde sat up and looked down at her lover and her best friend sleeping and was surprised Rachel hadn't woken up yet. Usually she was the early bird, but after last nights events, she could understand the want of sleeping in.
Quinn finally arose from the bed and walked across the room. She had left her purse downstairs so the vibration wasn't coming from her phone. She had no idea where Rachel's phone was so it had to be Brittany's phone. The blonde walked over to the short dresser and looked at herself in the mirror. She wiped at her eyes to clear them from the left over tiredness then looked around for the other girls phone. She spotted it towards the other side and picked it up. There were 15 missed calls and 26 texts from a guy named Jake. She knew this was her friends assistant but did he really need to call and text that much?
The hazel eyed blonde decided that she would open up a few texts to see what this guy wanted, knowing Brittany couldn't take very much right now. She opened the first message. It wasn't very long and it also wasn't business appropriate.
Jake: Brittany, answer your phone. I need to talk to you baby. Are you ignoring me because of Santana?
She opened the next one. This time, she started to get a little angry. Was Brittany cheating on Santana?
Jake: Hey Britt, I miss you. Where have you been? I miss your lips…
The blonde looked over at the sleeping girls on the bed. She knew Brittany for almost her entire life. She knew her longer than she knew Santana yet she couldn't for the life of her understand why this guy kept texting her friend. She knew Brittany wouldn't cheat on San, they have been together, practically inseparable for as long as she can remember. They love each other so much.
A small noise started coming from the bed. It was the dancer. She shifted slightly in her sleep and made a noise that sounded like a sob. Quinn dropped the phone on the dresser and headed back over to the bed. Rachel's eyes fluttered open at the small noises coming from the girl beside her so she reached over and grabbed the taller girls hand.
"Britt, sweetie are you okay? Brittany?" The diva had a worried expression on her face. She looked over to Quinn who mirrored the same face. The hazel eyed blonde crossed the rest of the way to sit beside the dancer. The noises that fell from her mouth became louder until she jolted uprighted, sweat on her brow and tears in her eyes.
"Brittany, what's wrong?" Quinn asked in a low soothing tone. She was worried and felt something was wrong with her friend. Something deeper than the injuries that covered her skin.
The dancer looked around the room and closed her eyes and took a deep breath, almost sighing in relief. "I.. I had a dream that Santana woke up after the accident and I was the one in a coma and.. And that I didn't make it.." Her face contorted in sadness. She pushed herself back against the headboard and crossed her legs while holding her hands in her lap. Her face showed so much sadness but her eyes, her eyes told so much more. She was hurt, mentally and physically. Her once bright blue eyes had become a dull grey blue, holding all of her hurt and pain.
Rachel placed a hand on the blondes leg and started rubbing her thumb gently against her thigh, right above her knee. Quinn placed her hand on top of Brittany's and did the same thing but instead, she pulled one of Brittany's hands into her lap, holding it gently, hoping this would help her calm. It always worked when they were in school.
"Britt, hey, look at me sweetie." Quinn placed her other hand on the side of the girls face, rubbing her thumb over her cheek, trying to lift the girls gaze. "Hey, it's going to be okay. You're safe and I have a feeling Santana is going to wake up soon. Okay? Just try to stay calm and relax."
The dancer nodded and took a few deep breathes. Rachel scooted closer to her and looped her arms with Brittany's. The taller girl attempted to smile and leaned over slightly, resting her head on the diva's shoulder. "Thank you guys for being here for me. I just couldn't call anyone else."
The girls nodded and half smiled in return. Quinn stood up again, letting go of the dancers hand. "Well, since we are all awake right now, I'm gonna go make some coffee and some food. Sound good?"
"Sounds wonderful Quinn." Rachel smiled looked over to her friend sitting next to her. "Quinn makes the best breakfast foods of all kinds. Especially blue berry pancakes."
Brittany smiled slightly, almost chuckling but she was still feeling horrible about her dream. "Rae, you're awesome." In turn, Rachel smiled again and hugged the blonde tightly.
"Come on, lets go downstairs and watch some cartoons on netflix. Quinn can play housewife and we can lounge around." The brunette chuckled and got up from the bed, pulling Brittany with her.
"Okay Rae, we can do that." Brittany gave her a half smile and walked out of the room, grabbing a blanket on the way and wrapping it around herself.
Santana started to stir in her sleep. The nurse from earlier stayed in to watch her until she woke up again. She stood up abruptly and tried to wake the girl from the nightmare she seemed to be having.
"Santana? Santana come on, you need to wake up." The nurse was calm, hiding the fact that she may be worried about the girl. The Latina was moving her head from side to side, she seemed to be trying to wake up but was stuck in her dream.
"Santana, sweetie you need to open your eyes, come on honey. Please wake up for me." The nurse started stroking the side of Santana's face with her thumb and shaking her gently from the shoulder. The brunettes eyes started to flutter and she was whispering something. After a few moments her eyes finally opened and she whispered her lovers name.
"Brittany.." The nurse looked at her with a confused look, but was relieved that she woke up. She was afraid that the girl was falling back into her coma. It did happen, she had witnessed it a few times but the patients often died that way.
"I-I dreamt t-that it was Brittany who was in a coma but.. But she didn't make it.." The Latina wiped at a tear that was threatening to fall. She sat up slightly while the nurse pushed her pillow behind her back. "Is.. um, is Brittany okay? She's alive..?"
The nurse nodded. "Yes, she is alive Santana. She wasn't hurt quite as bad as you were but she did have a lot of injuries. Mainly cuts and bruises. You got the worst of it I'm afraid." Santana just nodded, thankful that her lover wasn't dead.
"Where is she? I need to see her." The brunette looked the nurse right in the eye, pleading. "I need her here with me."
"She's at home right now, probably sleeping. She was sent home yesterday and she needed to rest. I'm sure she'll be here within a week or two."
"A week or two? No, call her and get her here now." The nurse sighed and stood up.
"Santana, calm down. I'll see what I can do. I'm going to call one of the nurses and tell them to bring you some food. I'll be back in a little bit."
With that, the nurse gave the girl one last look and walked out the door. The Latina let a few tears slip out, just wanting her lover to be with her. She remembered almost everything that happened but right now she didn't care. She just wanted her girl to be with her to keep her safe. She wanted to hold onto her and never let go, smelling that familiar scent that made her feel at home.
"Brittany, baby, I need you…" Her words floated around the room in a faint whisper. She closed her eyes letting the tears tun into waterfalls.