Santana sat in the front seat of Mr. Shue's dank car. They followed the speeding ambulance across town to Lima's only hospital. Santana felt like she was in shock. She stared down at the blood stains on her white shirt, where Brittany's head lay. It soaked through to her stomach. Quinn, Kurt and Mercedes Sat very still in the back seat. It was silent. the only sound they heard came from the bustling ambulance ahead of them. She knew that Miss Pillsbury drove behind him as well as Puck in his truck behind her, caravanning all of the glee kids.
Santana saw the light at the end of the tunnel when she saw the Hospital sign. She released a long sigh of relief, knowing that help was so close.
The ambulance turned straight into the emergency port and the medics hopped out as doctors open the back doors.
Mr. Shue hadn't even made a complete stop when Santana open the door
"Woah" "Santana-" slamming on his breaks.
She didn't listen to reason. She slammed the door and ran to the ambulance as they lifted the blonde out on to a Gurney.
"Brittany" she called as she ran beside the bustling gurney
She grabbed a hold of her flaccid hand. Brittany was unconscious, her lips turning a sick shade of blue. She over heard the doctors. They sprinted with the cart as well, yelling out complications and symptoms. "She has a head wound, a few broken ribs and she's having trouble breathing,." The young paramedic told the doctors
"Airways aren't blocked. Her pulse is racing." Another doctor listened to her chest. Santana watched her vigorously. "Decreased breathing sounds. Most likely traumatic pneumothorax" she stated as the rest of the doctors hustled around her. "Her lungs collapsing" The short doctor shook her head.
Santana couldn't hold it in any longer "Don't just stand there help her, damn it!"
They flew through another corridor. The doctor ignored her and yelled orders. "Book an OR, I need a CT scan, an ABG, Ultra sound and chest X-rays, Now move it!" The short female doctor yelled as the Brittany was wheeled through a "Personnel only". The short doctor Stopped Santana in her tracks, loosing her grip on Britt's hand as she disappeared behind the swinging doors.
"What's wrong with her, Let me go with her!" Santana yelled pushing her way through but she underestimated the doctors strength. The doctor pushed back. "Calm right down ma'am, were doing everything we can. Now let us do it."
Santana wiped a stray tear from her cheek. "Why was she blue?" Santana abruptly asked.
The doctor sighed and quickly explained "It's of lack of oxygen. My guess is that her rib punctured her lung. Now that's all I can say. I need to get in there" The doctor sprinted through the red doors, leaving Santana alone in the corridor.
Santana was met with a large group when she entered the waiting room. Millions of questions were asked but Santana didn't answer. She couldn't handle this, she felt totally out of her element.
She just started to cry. She hadn't really cried in front of anyone in years, except for Brittany. A few tears here and there but not crying.
Everyone became still and silent as Santana sobbed. She put her hands over her face and duct her heard. 'Bad-ass Santana' was always present but today she was gone. She was showing her weakness.
"She was blue" was all Santana could say. She felt arms immediately consuming her into a tight hug. "It's all right, She'll be alright" Quinn whispered in her ear. Santana cried in her shoulder.
The waiting room was uneventful. The gleeks lined the cramped waiting room. Some sat on the floor. Santana lay on the stiff chairs, her head cushioned by Quinn's lap as Santana spaced out. Quinn gently stroked her hair.
Quinn had called Brittany's parents. Santana was in no state to call.
They were on their way.
Will fidgeted in the seat next to Emma who was giving him the silent treatment. He was thinking of what to say to Brittany's parents. He knew this was his fault. He practicly made her climb the balcony.
He heard the sliding door open to the frigid weather, dreading the moment her parents walked in but he was caught by surprised when he saw the fuming Cheerio couch walk through the doors. Her skin tone matched her red Track suit.
She met Wills gaze and locked her Target.
"What the hell did you do Shuester!" She yelled gaining ground. Will Stood up and signaled Sue to be quite. "No, Why am I hearing that one of my top cheerios is in the hospital because of YOU!" she scream.
"Sue, calm down. You're scaring the kids" he told her again, glancing around the wide eyed room.
"No! What the hell happened? Where is she?"
"I don't know, were waiting. One of the Drama structures collapse while Brittany was on it. She fell, the structure collapsed on her". Sue was taken back by his response. She assumed it was a sprained ankle or a wrist, something that could cost her nationals. This sounded serious.
"What was she doing up-" Sue began before the short doctor appeared from behind the big red doors.
"Are you Miss Pierce's Family?"
"Uh Yes" Shue walked closer. Santana nearly jumped out of her seat.
"She's in serious condition. She has multiple broken ribs, one of which tore a hole through her lung, collapsing it."
We're lucky that the lung collapsed at the hospital and not out in the field tough. The gash on the back of her head caused a concussion and I believe causing a minor subderal Hematoma. She's in surgery now, they are repairing the lung but we'll have to wait and see the extent of her head injuries"
The room was extremely quite. To Santana the doctor sounded like a mechanic reading off what was wrong with a car. He had no idea what Brittany meant to them. No Idea.
"How long? What will they be doing in surgery?" will piped up.
"a few hours, it's a very delicate process, You wont understand it if I did explain it" The man said, matter of Factly, not even bothering to look up.
"You know what damn it! You're going to tell us What EXACTLY you're doing to Brittany, You understand?" Santana found her self yelling at the sorry excuse of a doctor.
"You know what? Fuck you; I want a good doctor fixing Brittany not some second best pediatrician".
"Santana" Will began to scold her but was interrupted by Santana's finger waving in his face.
NO, Mr. Shue. It's your fault Brittany's in the hospital right now. YOUR FAULT. She's hurt because of YOU" Santana yells. Puck holds Santana back as her hands flail about. Santana pushes puck off her.