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And as promised, this chapter is extra big and really emotional. Really emotional. I hope you guys like it.
Oh, one more thing: all the Beth drama happened, changing one thing or other, like Shelby never adopted her. Some family did. Not Shelby.
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Dr. Holly Holiday sure loves her job; she loves to be able to help people and put smiles on their faces. She just loves to think that she helps saving lives everyday. She also loves how many different things she sees everyday. Like this: Two blondes looking very concerned; one of them carrying an asleep adult brunette that had her thumb inside her mouth. Holly frowned at the scene.
"Well, you don't see that kind of thing everyday." She told herself before talking to the receptionist so that she could already lead the girls to one of the rooms. The ER was pretty much empty anyway.
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If anyone outside watched what was happening, they would be absolutely sure Brittany Susan Pierce was the more dangerous kind of mama bear by the looks she was giving to each nurse that made the smallest noise around the room; they had already given up on trying to make Quinn put Santana down on the bed or try to touch her a few minutes ago. Everybody was now only waiting for Dr. Holiday in complete silence.
"Hey, how you girls doing? Guys, I guess I can take it from here, thank you." Dr. Holiday smiled to the three nurses that were in the room and they nodded before walking out the door.
"We're... Not so good... I guess if we were good... We wouldn't be in a hospital, right?" Brittany answered, receiving a look from her girlfriend reminding her of her manners, or the lack of them. Dr. Holiday, though, never stopped smiling and walked closer to Quinn in hopes of getting a better look at Santana's face.
"You have a point, chica, from the bruises I can see on this pretty face I can tell everything is definitely not that good." The doctor took a lock of black hair away from the girl's face to have a better look at her black eye. Quinn sighed.
"You haven't seen anything yet." Holly gave the young teacher a sympathetic smile and took a few steps back.
"Well, my name is Holly Holiday. You guys can call me Dr. Holiday or just Holly. May I know your names?"
"I'm Brittany Pierce. This is my girlfriend Quinn Fabray and this is our..." Brittany stopped in her trails and her head fell to the side. What Santana was for them again?
"Santana Lopez." Quinn simply completed, bouncing the girl when she moved on her hip.
"Hm... I see... So... Should I ask what's going between you three? I mean, is it a sexual thing?" Holly raised a eyebrow to the two blondes and both their faces fell.
"What?"
"Sexual? Nooo, you see..." Both girls started to try to explain everything at the same time and the only thing Holly could do was nod. She wasn't understanding a lot, but enough. But when she saw the big brown eyes open and the girl looking around, confused and scared, she decided to step in.
"Hm, girls." Both girls stopped talking when Holly pointed to Santana with her head and they both looked to see her starting to get impossible closer to Quinn's body and started to whimper. "I'll give you some space so you can calm her down. When she's calmer, put her down on the bed and wait for me, okay?"
"Sure." Brittany answered before turning to help Quinn to convince Santana that she was safe and no one would hurt her. Holly left the room and Santana started to fully cry when Quinn tried to sit her down on the bed.
"Shhh, it's okay, hon, everything is gonna be okay, I promise you." Quinn tried but Santana wouldn't let go of her with a death grip on her neck.
"No! No 'pital... No! No! No! Winnie, no! Winnie no! No Winnie! Noooo." Santana was sobbing loudly and hiccuping, fully in panic.
"Sweetie, sweetie, listen to me, listen to Winnie, okay?" Quinn tried again but Santana screamed in the middle of her cry when Quinn tried to unwrap her arms from her.
"No! No Winnie, I be good! I be good, Winnie! I be good, Winnie, I p'omise, Winnie! No leave Sanna, Winnie, no leave p'ease!" Santana's broken voice brought tears to Quinn's eyes and she looked desperately for her girlfriend to help. Brittany also had tears on her eyes and started to look frantically for something inside her purse. When she found it, she smiled.
"Hey Sanny, look what Bree brought for you." It took a few moments for Santana to stop hiding her face on from Quinn's neck. She sniffled and put her thumb inside her mouth while the other arm kept holding Quinn when she saw what Brittany had in hands. Quinn pretended to gasp and tickled lightly on the girl's sides.
"Look what Bree brought you, Sanny!"
"Misfer Lamby..." Santana whispered and both blondes smiled. Brittany gave the animal to Santana and the girl held it to her chest, lying her head on Quinn's shoulder while the blonde stroked her hair.
They stayed like this, Quinn stroking Santana's hair while the girl had her head on her shoulder giggling here and then to the funny faces Brittany was doing for her.
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"Hola Chicas, I'm back." Holly walked into the room with a redhead woman right behind her. Santana instantly became shy and hid her face on Quinn's neck again. Brittany turned to face the two women and frowned to the one she didn't know.
"Who's she?"
"Oh, hello, my name is Emma Pillsbury, one of the therapists that works in this hospital.'' The redhead said crossing her arms, without giving Brittany a chance to shake her hand, not that the blonde cared, anyway.
"Hi! I'm Brittany Pierce and I don't know what you doing here." Brittany gave an ironic smile to Holly who sighed.
"Brittany, I couldn't understand everything you girls said because you kept talking together, but I managed to understand enough to know that Santana does need a therapist. ''
"Yeah, but..."
"O-oh." The three women turned around when they heard Quinn's voice to see Santana slightly away from her with a huge quivering pout on her lips.
"I pee Winnie... I-I sorry! Winnie mad?" Santana started to cry and Quinn went to shush her as Holly turned around to face Brittany.
"You're right. The redhead can stay." Brittany said before sighing and going to help Quinn to - once again - calm Santana down.
A few minutes passed; Quinn had already took her slightly wet coat and even Mr. Lamby isn't doing much to calm Santana down. Stroking her hair was doing nothing. Coo to her wasn't working. The girls were starting to get frustrated.
"Girls?" Holly called while Emma kept silently watching everything from her spot. Quinn and Brittany looked up to Holly while Quinn kept a whimpering Santana on her chest.
"Yes?"
''She's too worked up and I'm afraid that this way we can do more damage than good." Holly said and Quinn raised an eyebrow to her.
"So what do you want us to do?"
"What I suggest is to use a little sedative so she can calm down, maybe go to sleep and we can look at her injures without working her up again." With that, Quinn gave her an unsure look while Brittany crossed her arms, looking concerned.
"Will it hurt her?"
"I'm going to make everything as painless as possible, all I want to do here is help her. Do you girls trust me?'' Holly looked between the girls and the girls looked between themselves and to the hurt girl. After a look from Quinn, Brittany closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Do what is best for her."
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"No!" Santana cried desperately, turning her face from one side to the other, clinging to Quinn's body almost painfully as the nurse tried to put the oxygen mask with sedatives on her. She wrapped her legs around Quinn's waist, sobbing and screaming. "No Winnie! No! Bee! Bee no! Bee, say dem' go 'way!"
"San! San baby, you need to calm down, okay? Winnie's here, okay?" Quinn tried, taking Santana off the bed and bouncing her around. The girl was shaking and her breathing was off. Brittany stepped in and started to stroke Santana's hair while the girl never stopped to sob on Quinn's hair.
"It's gonna be okay, Sanny. Dr. Holly only wants to make you stop owie, little one, okay?" Brittany tried but Santana started to shake her head, her eyes tightly closed.
"No! Nonononono! No Bee, Bee p'ease no! Winnie nooo! P'ease, I be good, p'ease, Winnie... Bee..." The girl begged and, like the two other blondes, Holly was starting to worry about the girl's breathing.
"We promise you that it's for your own good, Sanny. And we promise you we won't leave you, okay? Do you trust me, Sanny?" Brittany whispered while moving the black hair from the smaller girl's face. Santana nodded after a little.
"Ye-Yes... I... I t'ust... Bee... I t'ust Bee" Brittany couldn't help but smile. She started to lead Quinn to sit down on the bed with Santana still wrapped around her and made a signal to the nurse for her to come quietly. So she did.
"I promise you, Sanny, I won't let anybody hurt you. Ever again. You understand?" Brittany kept whispering to the girl, who was still crying silently, hiccuping and breathing hard, her eyes closed as she rested her head on Quinn's shoulder.
"Uhum..." She sniffled and kept her eyes closed as the nurse placed the mask on her face. Quinn nearly stopped breathing, watching closely as the girl became more and more heavy on her arms. Santana opened her tired eyes and looked up to Quinn. The blonde gave her a reassuring smile while taking a lock of black hair from her eyes. She still looked terrified.
"Good girl, Sanny... Good girl..." Quinn leaned down to kiss her forehead and she saw with the corner of her eyes a nurse head to the bed with an IV in her hands, next to Dr. Holiday. She had already forgot she was still there. Just like the redhead still on the corner, watching everything with her big brown eyes.
When Brittany noticed the nurse walking straight to Santana with an IV in her hands, she became pale and had to turn around and leave the room. It was just too much for her.
"I'm sorry." She said to Holly as she left the room. The woman watched as Santana whimpered when the nurse pierced her skin, too weak to keep fighting. Quinn took a deep breath when the girl slowly fell asleep and, with the nurse's help, unwrapped the girl from her body and put her down on the hospital bed.
Quinn kissed her forehead and kept rubbing her fingers affectionately on the bruised skin on her face. She jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"You don't need to worry, Quinn, she's in good hands." Holly gave a reassuring smile to the young woman who only sighed and got slightly away from the bed, frowning when she noticed one of the nurses start to undress the lower part of Santana's body. Then, she saw what was resting next to her on the bed.
"They'll put her in a diaper?" She asked to the doctor and Holly nodded. "For how long?"
"Well, we're not sure... But, I'll be realistic with you, Quinn, for what we saw here, she's probably going to need them for a very long time. And with long time I mean, even after she leaves the hospital."
"What?" Quinn asked nearly choking on her own saliva.
"Doctor, come here for a second." The nurse called when she saw the bruises on Santana's inner thighs. That was something to really worry about.
"I'm going to take care of that girl, alright?" Holly told the shocked young woman before heading to the bed to examine the girl, frowning when she saw why the nurse seemed so worried.
Quinn just kept frozen in the same place.
Diapers?
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"Brittany? May I talk to you, please?" Emma asked as she left the room to find her walking to one place to the other on the hall.
"Yes? Is everything alright? Did anything went wrong?" Brittany freaked out for a moment before letting Emma talk again.
"No, no, she's sound asleep, Dr. Holiday is examining her right now, don't worry."
"Okay..." Brittany took a deep breath and looked back to the redhead. "What do you want to talk, then?"
"Well, I want you to explain to me how you found this girl. And in this state..."
Brittany sighed.
"Okay, I'll tell you everything I know."
They headed to Emma's office and she told everything she knew: from what Quinn told her, when she got home, to when Santana threw up and refused to try to eat again. And she didn't like one bit of the concern look on Emma's face.
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Diapers... Diapers... Diapers... Long time... Diapers...
Diapers... Long time... After leaving the hospital…
Diapers...
Quinn was dizzy. Really dizzy.
Holly kept asking her questions, but she thought her answers were starting to lose the meaning since Holly had asked the nurses to put her sitting in a chair while she kept examining Santana.
Diapers...
"Quinn?"
"Hm? Britt?" Quinn looked startled to her girlfriend and Brittany raised an eyebrow to her.
"Are you okay, babe?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." Quinn took a deep breath and looked to the asleep girl on the bed who was getting her right ankle examinated, the nurses put her on a hospital gown and covered her lower body with a blanket. She was still wearing the oxygen mask, now providing her with oxygen since Dr. Holiday wanted to make sure that everything was okay.
"Are you sure?" Brittany asked again and Quinn nodded.
"Yes, I'm just overwhelmed. Where were you until now, by the way?"
"Talking to the redhead." Brittany shrugged and held her hand to help Quinn up. "She wants to talk to the both of us."
"About San?" Quinn raised an eyebrow as Brittany pulled her to her feet and they both sent a last look to Santana making sure that she was okay before leaving the room.
"Yep."
Brittany directed her girlfriend to the elevator and then to the sixth floor. They walked hand in hand through the pale hallway until they were in front of a door with the name "Dr. Emma Pillsbury" on it. Brittany knocked.
"Come in." They heard the redhead call and entered the room.
"Hey." Both blondes called and sat down on the chairs in front of the desk that Emma was pointing for them to sit. They all stayed in an awkward silence for a bit before Emma cleared her throat.
"So, there's a few questions I have to ask to both of you, girls, and since Brittany already told me everything after you found her the other day, Quinn..."
"What kind of questions?" Quinn raised a eyebrow.
"Just about Santana, you know... About the way she's been acting..."
"Like a toddler." Brittany finished what Emma couldn't with ease and Emma gave her a weird look.
"Yeah," She sighed "…that."
"Okay... Go ahead then." Quinn told the redhead who, once again, cleared her throat.
"Hmm, so, Brittany told me that you have known this girl for a long time, am I correct?"
"Yes. We lose contact after Britt and I ended High School and came to New York, though. We actually didn't even know she was here, in the first place." Quinn informed and Emma nodded.
"Alright, but you used to know her well? Both of you?"
"I think so." Brittany shrugged and Quinn sighed, letting her head fall on her hands. She was mentally and physically exhausted and her back was killing her for having carry Santana for so long with the girl struggling and kicking. Brittany started to rub her hand on her girlfriend's back and Quinn was very gratefull for the gentle touch.
"How she used to be back then? Did she behave anything like this before?''
"Hell no!" Quinn nearly screamed, startling both women. She sighed again and sat straight. "I'm sorry. I'm just tired." She took a deep breath. "But no; she was nothing like now. I mean, she was very closed, she was a very... difficult person. She would never let people see the real Santana, she would never let people see her fragile side... She used to pretend she was made of rock. That she had no feelings. And people used to believe her, you know?" Quinn choked a sad laugh and shook her head. "They used to say terrible things about her all the time. She used to just say bad words back and keep walking, like it was nothing. Almost nobody knew that she would run to an almost abandoned bathroom that was next to the choir room and just cry. Cry and put her insecurities out."
"What do you mean?" Emma raised an eyebrow and Quinn took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a bit. She could still remember like it was yesterday.
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"San? San, is that you?"
17 years old Quinn Fabray raised an eyebrow at the sound that was coming from one of the cubicles in the bathroom next to the choir room. She sure knew this sound.
"Santana Lopez! Open this door right now!" She yelled to the girl in her best HBIC voice, but softened when she heard the first sob. She sighed. "San, open up, please?"
It took a few moments and a lot of patience to not yell once again with the younger girl at the other side of the door, but when it opened and she saw the pale face and the red eyes, all she could do was wrap her arms tightly around the shaking frame. She pulled the girl away from the cubicle and next to the counter as she let the girl cry her eyes out.
When Santana was calming down, Quinn got slightly away from her, looking into her eyes.
"Why were you doing that, San?" She asked as she wiped a tear away from the girl's face. Santana took a shaken deep breath.
"They keep calling me ugly and... And fat and... And I need to be thin Quinn! I need to be beautiful! I need to!" The girl sobbed again and Quinn was seeing red in anger.
"You are beautiful, Santana! You are gorgeous and, for God's sake, you are not fat! You are, actually, too thin. You need to eat San, not the other way around. You are perfect just the way you are, you hear me?"
"You're lying." Santana whispered, staring at the floor and Quinn sighed.
"I'm not. You are perfect. The way you are."
"If I was..." Santana was whispering so low that Quinn had to struggle to hear. But she did. "If I was perfect, somebody would love me. But no one does."
"That's not true." Quinn whispered back before hugging the girl. "I love you."
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"I found her throwing up a lot after that day. Brittany and I decided to keep an eye on her after that. We tried but I don't think she ever stopped though." Quinn sighed and let her head fall back to her hands.
"We don't know what happened when we left the school. We tried to keep in touch, but she kept pushing us away more and more." Brittany said sadly and Emma nodded.
"I see... You think maybe this insecurities she had, maybe, came from her family? You girls knew her family?" Emma asked, playing with her finger and watched as Brittany bites her lip.
"Santana never told us much about her home life. We never had a sleepover at her house; it was always on mine's and Quinn's and when we used to give her rides, it would always be to her abuela's."
"I don't remember seeing Santana's parents, actually." Quinn said frowned and looked to Brittany. "Do you?"
"Hm... Not really." Brittany's eyes widened and she looked back to the redhead "You think that, maybe, her parents did this to her? I mean... Is it even possible that a parent would do it to their own child?"
"I can't know for sure without all the information." Emma said softly to the shocked blonde and gave her a small sad smile "I'll have cops go check in Santana's parents. And her... Abuela? She's her grandmother, right?"
"Yes." Quinn said, only half hearing the redhead. She was too shocked. It was all too much.
"So, for now, we need to deal with something else, something more... Urgent, we can say so." The woman started as she looked for something on her desk. Brittany raised an eyebrow.
"Something more urgent than find out who did this to her?"
"Yes." Emma said as she laid a lot of pamphlets on her desk and smiled. "We need to decide what's going to happen to Santana after she's released from the hospital."
"After she leaves the hospital?" Brittany asked again, looking at Emma as she was crazy.
"Yes. Here, there's a lot of institutions that I can recommend for her, with interactives rooms and very flexible visiting hours and..."
"Wait? Like an asylum? No! You're not getting it; we want to keep her. We want Santana to stay with us! We'll take care of her, right Quinn?"
Silence.
Brittany eyes widened and she turned her head to find Quinn reading one of the pamphlets, looking like she was very interested.
"Quinn!"
"Hm?" Quinn asked, her eyes never leaving her reading. Brittany couldn't believe her eyes.
"Quinn!" She got up, staring at her girlfriend with wide eyes. Now, Quinn looked up to her.
"What?"
"She's staying with us, right?"
Silence.
"Quinn!"
"I don't know, B... Maybe... Maybe that's the best thing for her, I mean... They know how to deal with people like her... right?" The smaller blonde flinched with the look she gor from her normally sweet girlfriend.
"The best for her? You're kidding me right now, right? Quinn, in that place might live nice people with problems like her, but also she might live with people who scream at night, that will scare her and God knows what else. This is not what she needs! Think about how scared she'll be! Think about how she'll wonder why no one wants her and why we left her. Think, Quinn, if that scared look never leaves her eyes and think about never hearing that cute giggle again. I know you! If you put her in that place you'll never forgive yourself. I know I won't ever forgive myself! What that girl needs is a family to love her and care for her right now! Not live in a place for crazy people! She's not crazy, Lucy Quinn! Something terrible happened to her. Right now she's a little girl asking for love and care! Now I'll tell you something: you are the one who found her in that alley and instead of taking her to a police station or to the hospital, you took her to our house and to our life. You made her trust in you. In me. Hell, even in Apollo. You did it, Lucy Quinn, you brought her to my life again. And you're not taking her away! Not from me! Not from you!"
Brittany's face was red in anger and Quinn was beyond surprised. Brittany had never yelled at her like that. Never. No reason. Ever.
She felt like she was about to cry.
She got up and faced her girlfriend.
"Brittany! You think I don't know I'll never forgive myself? For God's sake, Brittany! But Holly told me: She'll be wearing diapers for God knows how long! Diapers, Brittany! Diapers! Is that what you want? Change diapers for, maybe, all your life? Is that really what you want?"
"If that means San will stay with us, why not?" Brittany shouted back to Quinn, who had tears streaming down her face.
"What about the looks we'll get all the time? Each time we walk out the door? Can you deal with it, Brittany? Can you deal with it? Everyone judging you?"
"Quinn! We are gay! We came out in Lima! In Ohio! And we dealt with it! We dealt with all Lima's hate! Why can't we deal with some looks in the big New York City? Why Quinn? Tell me?" Brittany kept yelling and Quinn fell back on the chair.
"I don't know, Britt! I don't know! I'm scared Britt, I'm scared! What if we're not good enough to deal with it? You know, with her issues? What if she gets worse because of us? I can't be a mom, Britt! I couldn't for my own child! What makes you think I can for... for her?" Quinn cried. Then she started to whisper. "What if I screw up? What if I hurt her? What if I'm not good enough! I'm not you, Britt! I wish I was as confident as you are, but I'm not! I'm sorry!"
"You are better than that, Quinn. I know you are." Brittany sighed and stared at the redhead woman staring at them with wide eyes and back to Quinn. "Take your time. Calm down. You're exhausted. Relax a little and think more about this. I'll go check on San. Go find me when you're calm."
Brittany took a few steps to her crying girlfriend and kissed her forehead. She sighed again and left the room, but not before whispering "I love you" to Quinn.
When Quinn was alone with the redhead all she could do was cry.
What the hell was she going to do?
Ohhh what now? Haha
What you guys would do in Quinn's place? Hmmm I really don't know... Haha
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