Santana couldn't stop herself from screaming when the shot was fired. An absolutely heart wrenching cry of pain came from Alex, who was now covered in her own blood.

Jack realized that he had probably just committed murder, and bolted out of the alley. But he stopped at the edge of the alley. "See you around, slut. And your sister was one of the best I've ever had. Maybe as good as your mother." He said before taking off again. Santana wanted desperately to chase after him, but she couldn't leave her sister.

Alex pressed a hand against the bleeding wound in her upper chest. She could feel blood streaming out from between her fingers, but other than that, she could only concentrate on the immense pain that was radiating from nearly every point on her body. Everything in her vision was blurry from trying to focus between her swollen eyelids. She flinched away and moaned as she felt a hand on on her arm.

Santana gently touched Alex's arm. She was afraid to touch her anywhere else. Her younger sister whimpered and moved away slightly. Santana shushed her gently and then took ahold of her hand.

Alex recognized the gentle touch of her older sister and calmed down. She turned her head slightly and gripped Santana's hand with her free one. Alex struggled to find her voice.

"Hurts…Santana." Alex nearly whispered. She opened her eyes as wide as she could and saw her sister's tear streaked face right above her. An unfamiliar sensation took over her and her breaths became more labored and when she sucked down air, she couldn't exactly feel the effects of the oxygen. The 14 year old realized that she was dying.

The muscles in Alex's body contracted and released, sending her back arching up off of the pavement, and then slamming back down violently. A strange cry slipped past her lips and her sister cringed.

Santana gently took Alex and pulled her up into her own crossed legs. She cradled the bleeding girl in her arms, ignoring the blood that was streaming onto her.

"You're going to be alright Alex, I promise." Santana felt like she was lying, and realized that she probably was.

Alex convulsed again quickly and then her breathing began to slow. She stared up at her sister's face and struggled to find the air to speak.

"San..I l-love you." Alex stammered out. Another series of tremors hit her body and she yelled, squeezing Santana's hand tighter.

"I love you too Alex." Santana replied, more tears falling from her eyes. Alex pressed herself closer into Santana and clung weakly to her.

Mrs. Lopez rode next to the police officer in his cruiser. They both scanned the street on the one place that held any ounce of hope for finding her daughters. As they turned onto Serenity Boulevard, she found memories crashing back into her head. But she slushed them out and kept her eyes peeled. She began to feel the hope slipping away when they neared the end of the boulevard. But they drove past an alley and the police officer slammed on his breaks.

Santana whipped her head to the side as the vehicle pulled up at the entrance to the alley. When she saw that it was in fact a police cruiser, she calmed down.

"Please help her!" Santana yelled. When she turned back to look at Alex, she saw the younger girl's eyes fluttering shut.

The police officer that had been following the first cruiser had to hold a hysterical Mrs. Lopez back as the chief officer ran to the two girls in the alley. Santana reluctantly let go of her sister's limp body so that the officer could start CPR.

An ambulance arrived in 5 minutes. Two paramedics wheeled a gurney into the alley and quickly, but gently, loaded Alex onto it. They immediately hooked her up to an IV and began pumping fluids into her.

Santana got up and ran past the police, to the ambulance. She jumped in without permission and took a seat next to her sister. The Latina immediately took her sister's bloody, limp hand and held it.

Working quickly, the paramedics got Alex hooked up to a heart monitor. The lines indicating a heart beat were very faint and unsteady. The machine beeped a warning.

While two paramedics tried to stop the bleeding bullet wound, the other watched the heart monitor. Every so often, the back of the ambulance was jostled and the gurney slid a bit. Santana was still crying, noticing how pale and dead looking her sister had become.

The hospital the ambulance needed to go to was 20 long minutes away. Santana could hear the sirens from outside, and kept praying to herself that they would get to the hospital in time. She hated herself more and more when she thought about how she had treated Alex. But at least the younger girl knew Santana loved her.

When they reached the ¾ mark on the journey towards the hospital, a loud beeping rang through the ambulance. Everyone's head snapped towards the heart monitor. There was a flat line scrolling across the screen.

So. Should Alex survive, or shouldn't she? The choice is up to you. Would she be better off dead, not having to deal with the trauma she suffered, or will Santana be able to help her through it if she lives? You tell me by leaving a review. THANKS! :D