She jumped a few boards before reaching Brittany, touching her back "Britt. Britt! Can you hear me!"
The gleeks came from all directions. Mr. Shue was the first to reach them, grabbing the nearest board to Brittany and ripping it away from her still body.
Santana felt a jolt go through Brittany, her eyes shooting open.
Puck, Finn and Mike raced toward Brittany's side grabbing the wood off Brittany freeing her body from the stressing weight. Santana heard sever wheezing come from Brittany. She grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up to her lap, cradling her head. Britt gasped in pain. Santana couldn't hold back the tears. "B, its o.k., your gunna be fine."
"Call 911" she heard Miss Philbury yell to one of them as she ran to their side. Brittany closed her eyes again. Santana reached her hand over Brittany's head, whipping away stray hairs. Santana stopped when she felt sticky substance. She pulled her hand back instantly recognizing the red liquid covering her psalm as blood and called out to Mr. Shue.
"its blood" Her voice was stricken with panic.
Will pulled off the last board away from them and crouched over Brittany and Santana.
He brought his hand up to Brittany's check, gently shaking her until her eyes fluttered open once more
"Hey" he whispered to her "Brittany you need to stay awake, ok?" She seemed extremely daze. He couldn't tell if she actually heard him.
"PUCK, give me your shirt" he hollered over his shoulder and it was handed to him instantly.
Emma grabbed the shirt fromWill and crouched next to Santana. She brought the white T-shirt to the side of Brittany's head. A sharp shriek came from Brittany when Emma put pressure on the gash on her head.
"I'm sorry honey. Tell me what hurts?" She asked, stroking her hair.
Brittany couldn't answer. Her lungs weren't working. She wheezed at every breath.
Finn interrupted them "They're on their way" he called. The others hovered a few feet away.
"San-" Brittany softly spoke through her wheezes. "I- ca- breath" Her voice was weak.
"I know baby, the ambulance is on there way" Santana cried softly, tears staining her cheeks. Santana felt a hand squeeze her shoulder as she tears her eyes away from her best friend. Mr. Shue stared at her with sincere eyes. It terrified her. She wants him to tell her it would be alright; to reassure her but Mr. Shue couldn't. They had no idea what the future had in store for them.
Right then two paramedics barreled through the auditorium doors, pushing a gurney
"Up Here!" Finn yelled. The paramedics carried the gurney up the stairs and made it to Brittany in seconds.
"Excuse me" one called. The other took the place of Mr. Shue. The young paramedic reached to Brittany, checking her vitals. "Her pulse is weak".
The second paramedic came behind Santana "Ma'am, I need you step back"
"No, I'm not leaving her" She snapped back, still cradling Brittany.
"I understand but she's in extremely bad shape, we need to help her"
Santana knew she needed to let go of her but she was protecting her. She didn't want anything else to happen to her.
"B-, I'm going to be right here o.k. I'm not going anywhere alright?"
Brittany held on tight to Santana but nodded slightly. Santana carefully laid her back down on the ground just as the paramedic pushed closer to Brittany, beginning to examine her.
Santana was pushed back, she felt warm arms collect her as she backed up.
"It's alright Santana, They're going to help her" Miss Philbury wispered her. She held Santana tightly, as if she might run for it.
She was so terrified; Santana wanted her best friend to be alright. This shouldn't have happened. She wiped her tears.