One of the paramedics immediately grabbed the two electric paddles of the defibrillator and another one of the men switched on the machine. After two seconds, the machine beeped and and Santana was forced to let go of Alex's hand.

The two panels were pressed down on Alex's chest and her body jolted upwards. The line on the monitor remained flat. The paramedic waited until the paddles were charged again and brought them back down. Again, the heart monitor showed no results.

A paramedic cranked up the voltage on the machine and then nodded at the other. The man shocked Alex's body and it once again jerked violently. All of their heads turned anxiously over at the monitor. It's single, continuous beep stopped and the line started moving up and down again.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and the paramedic put down the paddles. Santana took Alex's hand again and held it tightly. She was in hysterics now, unable to control the sobs or tears. Her sister had just died for a few seconds.

The ambulance pulled into the hospital parking lot and Alex's gurney was immediately wheeled into the hospital, where doctors immediately took her. Santana went to follow them through the large swinging doors, but was stopped by several nurses. They led her, despite her protests, to an exam room and made her sit down on a bed.

Santana had nearly forgotten about the large cut on her forehead. A doctor came in to treat the cut, wiping away the blood, sterilizing it, and then stitching and bandaging it. She thanked the man quietly and then went out into the waiting room.

Santana jumped when her phone buzzed. She had been sitting next to her mother in the nearly empty waiting room for an hour now, and had fallen into an almost trance-like state. She took the small device out of her pocket and unlocked the screen. The photo that Alex's dad had sent her was still on the screen, and she quickly exited out of the text and went to the new one she had received.

San, what's going on? There were police cars at your house earlier.

-B

Santana took a deep breath and then started typing with shaky fingers. She would have to tell people sooner or later. So she might as well start with Brittany.

Within and hour the entire Glee Club and Mr. Shuester were at the hospital and were sitting with Santana and her mother. After some thinking, Santana had decided that the whole Glee Club had a right to know. After all, Alex was a part of the club.

Santana held Brittany's hand tightly and rested her head on her shoulder. Her blonde girlfriend had shown immense concern at the bandage on her forehead, but Santana had assured her that she was alright, and that the injury was nothing.

Santana had not disclosed many details in the text. If she was going to tell them, she was going to tell them in person. The other teenagers looked at her expectantly, questioningly, but none of them asked.

Santana finally decided to tell them what happened. She took a shaky breath and then began talking.

"I guess you're all expecting an explanation." Santana started out.

"Alex is my half sister. My mother had her nine months after…..after she was raped." The statement earned collective gasps. Santana felt a lump begin to form in her throat and then pressed on.

"She went up for adoption. But a little bit ago, her adoptive parents died and she came to our house. And….I was a bitch to her. Alex….she still treated me like a sister, and eventually, I started to. But then her father came and….and I couldn't protect her." Santana's voice broke off into sobs at the end. She buried her head in Brittany's shoulder and the taller blonde comforted her girlfriend.

Everyone either said a quite condolence to Santana or put a hand on her comfortingly. But she could only think of Alex, and if the doctors were going to be able to save her.

Santana eventually found herself slipping off to sleep on Brittany's shoulder. She was exhausted by the day's physical and emotional stress. It wasn't until hours later that someone gently shook her awake.

"Santana, Alex's doctor is here." Quinn said softly. She leaned up from Brittany's shoulder and looked anxiously at the doctor.

Alex's doctor was a tall redhead who spoke with a gentle, calming voice. "Alex has suffered serious trauma to her face, and chest, as well as her neck. She received a concussion, but it isn't anything to worry about brain damage for. Six of her ribs were cracked, which we put back in place, and her nose is fractured. She had to get several stitches above her left eyebrow. And lastly, she suffered a bullet wound to the chest. The bullet did stop towards her back shoulder blade, so we had to extract that. However, it did not hit anything vital. She did lose a lot of blood, but we got more into her quickly. All in all, if she makes it through the night, she should be fine after that." The lady informed them. As she said the last sentence, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Santana stood up from her chair. "Can I see her?" She asked. The red haired doctor nodded.

"I think its best if you come alone." The doctor said. Santana nodded and then turned back to the group of teenagers in the room. She gave them a faint smile before following the doctor towards the elevator.

Sorry I didn't update yesterday! My mom wouldn't let me get on the computer . But anyways, leave some reviews! Let's see if we can get up to 80 or 85! Yay!