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Santana is one of those people that do not get sick. She rarely gets a cold and even if she does she pushes through it like a trouper and does not complain. But when she does get sick, like really bad achy, can't move, need the waste basket by the bed sick… she's super sick. Today happens to be one of those days.
"Here honey." Brittany coos, tying her hair back quickly before reaching to the nightstand to grab the bottle of Tylenol her wife has been begging for. "Open up." She directs softly and slips the two tablets into the Latina's mouth and motions for her to sit up so she can take a sip of water. Santana of course makes a face as the pills go down, opens and closes her mouth a few times before bringing her head back to rest half on the pillow and half on the bed. "Do you feel nauseous? Do you want some ginger ale?" Brittany offers, running her hands through her wife's untamed and slightly damp hair. Santana groans and her arm falls from the bed hitting into Brittany's thigh, not on purpose she just has no control over her limbs right now.
"I want to die." She grumbles turning her face a little into the bed so her words are slightly muffled. Brittany tilts her head and brings her lips to Santana's forehead.
"Hmm, you're still very warm babe." The blonde notes more to herself than to the incoherent woman in her bed. "Maybe I should stay home." Brittany says aloud and twists her lips in thought. She glances to the clock, it's still relatively early and it would be more than enough time to reschedule classes.
"No… I'm fine." Santana croaks out. "Just…" She scrunches her nose and clenches her jaw for a few seconds. "Just make sure to leave a few extra plastic bags here, you know how I get if I have to look at my own puke while I'm dry heaving." She pouts and her glassy eyes meet Brittany's and the blonde nods bringing her lips back to Santana's forehead but this time to kiss her.
"If you need anything call me." Brittany tells her, pushing herself up from her crouching position. "And I'm gonna drop Bella off at your mother's." A decision she has just made in the moment. "Maybe she can even spend the night there." She toys with the idea and when Santana doesn't make a sound she assumes her wife agrees with her.
"I love you." Brittany turns to face her wife who looks so sad and sickly and she sighs.
"I love you too babe, get some rest." She smiles warmly. "I'll check on you in a few hours." She blows a kiss and moves down the hall to gather her daughter up to go to her Grandma's house.
Mrs. Lopez is waiting on the porch with a huge smile on her face as Brittany walks up with Bella in her arms. The older Latina meets the blonde half way, arms outstretched to intercept her grandchild.
"Oh my goodness look at this one." Mrs. Lopez announces as though informing her neighbors to do just that. "She is the most delicious thing I have ever seen." She says into the little girl's dark curls. "Ah, these cheeks I could just eat them up!" She playfully nibbles on her granddaughter's cheeks and Bella giggles at her grandmother's enthusiasm while Brittany watches on with a smile on her face.
"I know, they get bigger and bigger." Brittany comments and reaches out to tame her daughter's wild hair. "I swear she's storing food in there for winter." Mrs. Lopez chuckles at her daughter in-laws statement, whether the blonde is joking or being serious she still finds it humorous. "Thank you so much for doing this Dina." Brittany sighs, tilting her head to the side and shooting the older woman an apologetic look.
"Oh shush, anything my little angel." She tells Brittany and bounces Bella in her arms. "How's the other one doing?" She asks.
"You know, she thinks she's dying." Brittany explains in a roundabout way getting laughs from the both of them. "I'm sure it's just a stomach virus but we don't really want to chance Bell getting sick." She shrugs as she hands over Bella's diaper bag and small overnight bag filled with baby clothes and her toys.
"Santana's got an immune system that would put Sue Sylvester to shame." Mrs. Lopez jokes and the blonde giggles. "But when that girl gets sick… watch out." Her eyes widen at her own statement and Brittany can only nod in agreement. "Remember when she got the chicken pox?"
"How can I forget?" Brittany laughs out. "She got them in like… freshman year of high school."
"Yes and she stayed on the bathroom floor for about a week." Brittany's head flies back at this.
"Yeah, she has like this obsession with the bathroom floor when she's sick." She notes. "That's actually where I found her this morning." This time it's Mrs. Lopez's turn to toss her head back in hysterics. "Remember when she got mono for the first time?"
"Ugh, yes. She brought all of her bedding into the bathroom and began writing her will." Mrs. Lopez rolls her eyes and shifts Bella to her other hip and fixes the bags on her shoulders. "Well sweetie, you should get to work. We will be fine here. No worries." She nods to the blonde and leans in to kiss Brittany's cheek.
"Thank you so much again." Brittany tells her. "You really are a lifesaver."
After saying goodbye to her daughter Brittany makes her way to work. Luckily she's missed all the traffic and its smooth sailing to the studio and this makes her laugh because she has a feeling that it is the only thing that is going to run smooth today. When she pulls into the parking lot she calls into Bradley and Bradley to let them know that Santana will not be coming in today and of course Evelyn sends her wishes for a speedy recovery and thanks her for the day off.
When lunch time rolls around Brittany's plans to stop by the house to check on her wife are thrown off track when her assistant stacks over a dozen files on her desk she needs to sort through. Brittany has been putting it off for so long that it's either now or never so she picks up her phone and calls the next best person to help her wife.
The front door creaks open slowly and a blonde head peers through the Pierce-Lopez threshold. Quinn is not an idiot. She's known her long enough to never mess with, sneak up on, startle or upset a sick Santana. To say the Latina is irritable, mean well, meaner than usual and downright unbearable when she is ill is an understatement.
"Santana?" Quinn calls out in her softest and most soothing voice and she steps into the home closing the door quietly behind her. She looks around and sees no signs of her friend in the living room and she doesn't hear anything from the kitchen. "Santana?" She calls out again standing at the bottom of the staircase. Her lips twist as she mentally prepares herself to make her move and embark into unknown territory. "Santana honey?" She says in a calm voice as she pushes the door open to her best friend's bedroom to find the bed in complete disarray and no Santana and is losing all hope until she hears grunting and complete displeasure coming from the bathroom. "S?"
"Ugh!" Santana groans and the sound of the toilet flushing only affirms Quinn's assumption of her friend being in there. The door slowly opens and Santana is crawling on all fours towards the bed. "Q, I'm totally gonna die today." Quinn frowns but there is amusement behind it but she won't dare laugh.
"Do you need anything?" Quinn asks her and moves towards the crawling Latina to help her back into bed.
"I need to die!" Santana declares, her head hitting the pillow and her legs trying to find a comfortable spot under the comforter her best friend is pulling onto her.
"Well I don't think Brittany or Bella would like that very much." The blonde explains to her, sitting beside her on the bed and swiping some of her hair from her forehead which is clammy and really warm. Her eyebrows scrunch together as she assesses her friend's temperature when Santana wraps her arms around her stomach and brings her knees to her chest and groans out in pain. "Santana, you're really warm. Like, really warm. Have you taken your temperature?"
"Ughhh!" Is Santana's response and she shakes her head vehemently. Quinn sighs and pushes herself from the bed and goes towards the bathroom. "Quinn take a breath, I swear it's been comin out of both ends. I don't want you to die too." Santana tells her in a strained voice as her body twists and turns under the covers. Quinn smirks but does as she is instructed taking a breath before entering the bathroom and desperately searches for the thermometer in the medicine cabinet before her oxygen runs out and she does, just in time.
"Here, open your mouth." She says and Santana complies taking the thermometer between her lips and trying to stay as still as possible. It beeps and Quinn removes it from her friend's chapped lips and her eyes widen and eyebrows shoot up. "Sweetheart you have a very high fever." She explains softly and with confused eyes reaches her hand back down to feel Santana's forehead.
"What is it?" The groggy Latina inquires.
"It's 105.2"
"Oh my God I'm dying!" Santana cries out and actually tears fall from her eyes.
"You're not but this is definitely not good." Quinn says and grabs the phone on the nightstand.
Feeling slightly concerned and wondering if she should be taking drastic measures such as taking Santana to the doctor she calls her own doctor to ask her what she should do. She explains the symptoms; achy, vomiting, diarrhea, abdominal pain and fever.
"I don't want to alarm you Quinn but I would suggest bringing your friend to the emergency room." The doctor tells the blonde. "It sounds like she could possibly have appendicitis." Quinn's eyebrows shoot up and her jaw drops.
After hanging up the phone she tells Santana that she is taking her to the doctor, not yet informing her that they are going to be going to the hospital because that will just freak her out. She gathers Santana's insurance information and tries her best to change her friend into something that doesn't smell like vomit and sickness. She fixes her hair to the best of her ability and slips some shoes onto her. She needs to call Brittany but she can't do it in front of Santana without letting it be known of their destination.
"Oh my… Quinn what did your doctor say?" Santana screeches when they pull into a parking spot at the hospital gripping her sides fiercely. "Why are we at the hospital?"
"Your fever is so high he said it would be better to be safe than sorry." So she danced around the truth but really, her doctor had suggested to take her here. Santana grumbles and allows her friend to all but carry her towards the doors of the ER. "Here you sit and I'll fill out your paper work."
"Hurry… or I'm gonna blow chunks in this waiting room." Santana yells out as another wave of pain courses through her body. Quinn rolls her eyes but then again really hopes Santana doesn't puke right there.
It takes about ten minutes for her to jot down all of Santana's information and soon enough she is being called in by a nurse to come and get checked out. They sit her down in an office for a few moments to assess her pain and symptoms and one of the nurses takes blood and they request a urine sample as well.
Santana is admitted to the hospital and the doctor informs her, well more Quinn than her, that they will be running a few tests to rule out other possible problems and that they are most certain it's appendicitis. Of course after a small, kind of, temper tantrum, Santana is given her own room and given some pain killers via IV drip and Quinn finally finds a moment to tell her she is going to call Brittany. Santana waves her off and mumbles something incoherent at her.
Quinn calls Brittany at the nurse's and explains everything that has gone on since she went to check on Santana almost an hour and a half ago. Brittany's concern doesn't shock her and she even hears the other blonde announce to probably the entire studio that she is leaving because her wife is in the hospital.
"Tell her I'm on my way." Brittany says and then they hang up and Brittany calls Mrs. Lopez to let her know what's going on.
It takes about twenty minutes or so until Brittany arrives and she follows Quinn's directions to find her lady's room. She finds Quinn in the hallway right before the nurse's station on the phone talking to her husband.
"B." Quinn sighs and tells her husband to hold on a moment. "She's in room 223." She explains and they hug one another.
"Thank you so much Q." Quinn nods and motions for Brittany to go to her wife. She finds 223 which is literally across from the nurse's station and as she is about to open the door a nurse calls out from behind the desk.
"Miss." The woman in pink scrubs calls out and Brittany turns around, hand on the door knob. "She's on morphine so she's kind of… out of it. But she's oddly irritated and… well, just be careful she keeps throwing things at anyone that goes in there." Brittany smirks at the other woman's concern and of course being informed of her wife's antics while doped up. She pushes the door open to find a very out of it Santana.
"Baby!" Santana calls out and flails one arm, the one connected to the IV hurts to move. "You came." She breathes out and smiles a goofy smile at her blonde. Brittany chuckles, places her bag on the tray table against the wall and moves to her wife's bedside.
"Of course I came." She says sweetly and bends down to press her lips to Santana's.
"This is a crazy day chica." Santana comments, swallows hard and moves her lips around oddly and Brittany can't help but think that this is how her wife looks when she drinks too many margarita's, it's kind of amusing. "They said I have appen… apecc… you know." She slurs her words together not even able to form a sentence and waves her hand around knowing Brittany understands. The blonde giggles and grabs her wife's hand.
"Are you in any pain right now?" Brittany asks with worry. Santana's eyes shoot to the ceiling, flickering from side to side, squinting one and then the other and then after a few seconds looks to Brittany and smiles.
"Nope." Santana's hand comes up, the one connected to the arm with the IV and Brittany notices she has the call button in her hand and her thumb is pressing it wildly. "Watch this B, it's like I have servants." She explains in all seriousness. Soon enough the door opens and an exhausted looking nurse is standing in the doorway.
"Yes Santana?" He asks and Brittany is beginning to think this isn't the first time her wife is using this button.
"Julio."
"It's Roger."
"Whatever." Santana rolls her eyes but because of being doped up it's not her patented move. "This," She motions to Brittany. "Is my wife." She smiles proudly, her eyes glassy from the drugs. "Isn't she hot." Santana looks to Brittany who is sporting quite the blush.
"Yes she…"
"Hey!" Santana yells pointing at the male nurse. "Watch your mouth." Brittany giggles and turns to the guy by the door and mouths 'I'm sorry'.
"So San," Brittany takes her wife's attention away from the nurse trying to calm her down again. "Do you know when you're getting surgery?" At this question Santana's eyes almost bulge out of her sockets and her jaw drops.
"What?" She asks incredulously. "Surgery? I ain't going under the knife!" She shouts, her eyes looking so petrified and Brittany does her best to relax her again.
"Sweetie it's going to be fine. They have to make you better and that's the only way to do." She explains carefully and slowly so that Santana understands. The Latina closes her eyes, pouts her lips and scrunches her nose before she nods.
Fifteen minutes after Brittany's arrival a nurse comes in to let the women know that they have to prep Santana for surgery. The blonde follows them to the doors just outside the operating room firmly grasping her wife's hand. Santana looks frightened and nervous and is still as high as a kite.
"Britt, I want to go home." Santana whines quietly, turning her head to look at Brittany who giggles to herself and shakes her head offering her wife a soft smile.
"When you're all better I'll take you home and take care of you all by myself." She assures the other woman, running her fingers through Santana's hair.
"I don't wanna go in there." She motions towards the door of the room she is about to be brought into.
"Everything is going to be fine the doctor said it's about an hour or less even." Brittany tells her but Santana is not happy regardless. "Come on… what would you say if it were me in this bed instead of you?" She tilts her head and gives her wife a knowing look. Santana huffs and her head falls to the side and looks into her wife's eyes.
"I love you." She smiles and Brittany chuckles. "And you'll be fine."
"Hmmm and if it were Quinn?" Brittany asks simply for amusement and to take Santana's mind off of things. The Latina knits her eyebrows together and grips her side.
"You're gonna die!" She groans in pain and the blonde seriously can't help the laughter that comes out.
"Oh you're horrible." She shakes her head and kisses her wife just as the nurses come out to roll the Latina into the operating room. "I'll be here when you get out baby." Santana waves a hand as she disappears behind the door.
"Santana." A deep voice comes to her and she tries to open her eyes but it's so bright so she closes them again quickly. It's loud and filled with chatter where ever she is. "Santana wake up." The same voice says to her.
"Ugh." She groans out and tries once again to open her eyes only to be greeted by several shadowed figures hovering over her poking and prodding her. "I…" She attempts to speak but her mouth is so dry and gross.
"Hey there." A familiar and gentle voice comes to her and she glances to her side and sees the outline of Brittany. "How are you feeling?" The blonde asks as nurses are still huddling around her like a science project.
"Santana can you open your eyes?" A different female voice comes from her left and she opens her eyes more until finally the shadows fade and she can actually make out people. "Hi there." A smiling nurse is in front of her and flicks the IV bag beside her. "You're in the recovery room right now. How are you feeling?"
"I…" Santana tries her words again and she slaps her tongue to the roof of her mouth desperate for some moisture and to get the horrid taste out of her mouth. "I need a toothbrush." She tells whoever is listening to her and scrunches her nose at the rancid taste on her tongue. "I wanna brush my teeth." She can hear Brittany giggling next to her but she does not care, all she wants is a toothbrush, toothpaste and some mouth wash and she's good.
The next time she comes to she is back in the room in which she started and finds Brittany sitting in the chair beside her watching television. She grunts which gets the blonde's attention and she shuts the television off and moves to her wife's side.
"Hey sweetheart." Brittany combs her fingers through Santana's unruly hair and smiles.
"Hmmm." Santana greets in return.
"Do you still feel like you're gonna die?" Brittany mocks her getting a small strained chuckle from the Latina.
"Ouch." Santana winces and Brittany's eyes widen.
"Oh my God are you okay?"
"Stop making me laugh." Santana tells her sternly but that only encourages the blonde to laugh harder.
When Santana gets sick she legitimately thinks she's dying and once again she's been proven wrong. But at least her pain provides entertainment for those around her. Brittany, though concerned and worried couldn't help but laugh when her wife laughed and then complained about how it hurt. 364 days of the year Santana Pierce-Lopez is completely healthy and tough as nails except for that one day a year. The day they finally get home Brittany doted on her wife hand and foot and tried to make getting around the house easier for her.
"Baby, you don't understand it's not funny." Santana defends herself when her wife reenacts her in the throes of pain. "It really hurt, I seriously thought my body was going to explode or I was going to die. You don't know this kind of pain." Brittany's laughter subsides and she gives her wife a serious once over, slight amusement still present though.
"Sweetie, you push a 7lb 6oz thing through your vagina and then we can have this conversation."