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you're just another one...
Mike had been sat in the hospital for two hours now. He'd helplessly watched as they took Brittany away, muttering about emergency operations and blood loss. Now, he was sat here worried out of his mind and waiting for some news – any news.
He was disturbed from his fear filled train of thought by a hysterical Santana racing down the corridor. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair sticking all over the place and her eyes bloodshot. Mike watched in sick horror as the devastated girl ran up to the desk and screamed at the receptionist.
"WHERE THE HELL IS BRITTANY?"
"Miss, this is a hospital – if you'd just calm down..."
"I'm not leaving until you tell me where the hell Brittany is!"
"Miss, you are being unnecessarily rude to a member of staff. Although you are expectedly worried about your..." the man behind the counter trailed off, waiting for Santana to tell him their relationship status.
"Sister!"
"Although you are expectedly worried about your sister's health – and your concerns are explainable, your behaviour is not and you need to calm down. Please take a seat and come back over when you feel you have reached a more suitable tone," the man said, going back to his computer. Santana looked furious but barged over to the waiting room seats. She stood still when she saw Mike stood up looking gobsmacked. She realised he'd watched the whole scene.
"Well, what are you looking at?" she spat, throwing herself down into a seat and grabbing a magazine. Mike also sat back down, feeling uncomfortable and slightly nervous.
"Hey," he muttered, but received no response. He settled back into his way of passing the time – counting the bricks on the wall. Mike had just gotten to 23 bricks when he heard more frantic footsteps on the floor and the squeaking of wheels. Gazing up he saw Puck and Quinn running down the corridor, followed by an exhausted Mercedes pushing Finn and Kurt who was pushing Rachel. They looked around frantically and when they saw Santana they sighed in relief. Walking more slowly now, they sauntered over and took the remaining seats.
"Woah white girl, you gave us a scare there!" Mercedes puffed, taking a sip of the water from her bag.
"Yeah Santana! Did you really have to ditch us after we'd tried – and failed – to calm you down for the past two hours," Puck interjected.
"You were patronizing me!" Santana sniped, and Quinn raised her hands in mock defeat.
"There goes the day I try and help you again!" Quinn glared.
"I never needed your help in the first place!" Santana shrieked, hands clenched by her sides.
"Santana, breathe!" Kurt barged in, much to her distaste.
"Shut it Kurt!" she replied.
Finn and Rachel watched this exchange, their heads moving from each person as they spoke and eyes bulging. Not like Rachel not to join in, Mike thought to himself.
"Guys, be quiet! We need each other throughout this difficult and traumatic time and we cannot be doing with immature responses such as pathetic arguments right now! Santana we recognize you are quite upset, but now that you have calmed down maybe you can find out Brittany's condition. Although you may deny this to be true, you do need us at this time. So please, accept the help we offer. The rest of you... sit down and relax. There's nothing more to be done if we cannot see Brittany," Rachel's speech ended and everyone seemed stunned. They all followed what she said though, much to her relief and much to their chagrin. Finn smiled at her and he received a massive Rachel Berry grin back. Ah, there's Rachel's comment, Mike thought from the other side of the room.
Just as Santana had walked back over to the desk, Tina and Artie arrived, followed by a tired Mr Schue.
"What did we miss?" Artie asked, pushing his glasses onto his nose. Everybody laughed then, the tension eased and Kurt filled them in whilst the rest of glee waited for Santana. After a five minute chat with the man ending with an apology for her behaviour, Santana walked back over looking slightly grim.
"Well, um, she's in the final stages of her surgery to remove the bullet. It's looking okay... um, the bullet went in her side and didn't hit any vital organs but it did break a rib and it's sort of stuck in there. The shockwaves from the bullet entering her body might have affected the surrounding organs though, so she might have internal bleeding – ultimately leading to death. It's 50/50 guys..." Santana broke off then, bursting into tears. Mike also began to sob, causing the gleeks to look around in surprise.
"Oh yeah... Mike's over there guys..." Santana hiccupped.
Mike sniffled into a tissue, dried his eyes then awkwardly waved at the club. He hadn't seen them since the fire and he didn't know if he wanted to. Also, they'd ask questions and he was too damn tired for those right now.
"Hey Mike!" Finn smiled, waving him over. What the hell, Mike thought; everyone needs friends in times like this I guess.
Mike picked himself up and flopped into a seat near his friends.
"Hi," Mike said cautiously.
"Guess you heard Brittany's story then," Puck stated.
"Yup," Mike nodded. He was genuinely surprised, yet grateful that no one had asked anything yet.
"You reckon her mom's here?" Tina asked, genuinely interested.
"Probably," Quinn answered, "I'm betting it's that blonde lady by the water fountain!"
"It is," Santana interrupted sharply, and everyone grew silent.
A doctor came into the room then and walked over to Brittany's mom. Everyone watched, trying to listen in but they couldn't hear a word. Then, Brittany's mom stood up and walked out of the room. The gleeks looked around nervously, unsure of what to do.
"What the hell are we sitting here for?" Santana exclaimed, "Two of us should follow them, me being one of them!" She stood up and followed the woman out of the room.
"I guess I should go after her?" Mike questioned, and when everybody nodded he took that as his cue to tag on.
He followed Santana down another long white corridor, through a set of double doors, down another flight of stairs until they reached an unusually silent ward. The people were all asleep in there with lots of wires coming off their bodies and bags of blood being pumped into them. Mike felt awful; he had done this to Brittany! Shaking the thought from his brain, he tip-toed after Santana until they reached a room at the end of the corridor. Brittany's mom was in there, grasping a silent Brittany's hand and whispering to her.
"Brit baby I love you so much..." they heard from the room, and he wasn't surprised when Santana slumped to the floor, head in hands. He joined her, feeling broken and swamped with guilt. Moments later, Brittany's mom walked out of the room, walking with her head held high and ignoring the tears that were falling every few seconds. She didn't even notice the two teens curled up on the floor.
Santana's head snapped up when Brittany's mom's heels faded into the distance.
"Should we go in?" she asked, ever-so-tenderly for Santana.
"I need to see her," Mike stated. This wasn't a lie – it was fact.
"Okay then, let's go before any doctors come along!" Santana nodded, scrambled to her feet and ran into the room, Mike following as quickly as he could.
The room was deadly silent, excluding the beep of her heart monitor. Mike found this comforting, the heart monitor meant she was alive and kept some sound in the room. They slowly moved towards the bed. Brittany's hair was scraped back, muddy and damp with perspiration. She had a massive bandage on her side, covering her scar and ensuring she experienced no more blood loss. A blood bag was next to her bed, pumping blood into her body to make up for what she lost earlier and she had had random tubes attached to her body, though neither Santana nor Mike understood why. Santana slid into the chair beside her bed, grabbing her hand and stroking it softly.
"Brit, I love you baby. My best friend, you know? And when they rebuild school this summer, and when we go back if you can't do Cheerios anymore, neither will I. If you don't survive, I have nothing. I love you Brit, so much..." Santana choked on a sob and fled the room.
Mike sneaked closer then, seizing his opportunity.
"Brit, I'm sorry. I hope you forgive me. I'd have taken that bullet for you any day. You saved me though, and I'll be forever grateful. Please live, please try Brit. I don't know what I'd do without you. Probably die inside. I love you, Brit. When you get out of this, and recover, I'm gonna ask you out and we'll be together. Thank you for everything and I'm so sorry..." He picked up her hand and pressed it to his mouth, holding back tears. When she didn't respond, he placed it back softly and began to leave.
"Sanny... Mike..." Brittany murmured in her unconscious state. Mike span around, hoping she'd have awoken but to his disdain, she hadn't.
As he left, silently, he couldn't help but see the positive side of her whispers. At least she'd been dreaming about him.
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