As the elevator doors closed, the red haired doctor turned to Santana. "There's one more thing about your sister. I didn't know if it would be ok to mention it in front of everyone. Alex suffered severe vaginal trauma. She's going to be very sore for awhile." The woman said softly.
Santana nodded just as the doors opened. The doctor gave her a soft smile as Santana stepped out into the hallway. "She's in room 304." The redhead said as the doors closed in front of her.
Santana stepped shakily down the hallway until she came to the fourth room down. She took a deep breath and prepared herself to see her sister. After a few seconds of hesitation, Santana stepped into the room.
Alex looked broken. The unconscious girl's face, though now clean of blood, had dark, swollen bruises. A patch of gauze was taped above her left eyebrow. The hospital gown was opened slightly at the top, and Santana could see the bandages covering the bullet wound. Two hand shaped bruises marred her neck, standing out on her pale skin.
Santana walked closer to the bed and sat down next to Alex. An oxygen tube wrapped around her face, and the room was silent except for the machines and Alex's soft breathing. Santana hesitated before taking Alex's hand.
Santana sat in silence with her sister for a very long time. The 14 year old moved once, with her head turning to the side. But that was the only sign of life she gave, other than her soft breathing. The Latina finally grew tired of waiting.
Santana opened her mouth, "Alex? Baby, wake up." No response. The injured girl continued to lie still on the bed. Santana decided to try what had worked for Kurt. "If you can hear me, squeeze my hand." Santana said, feeling even more desperate. Again, no response.
Tears suddenly began pouring down Santana's face once again. "I'm so sorry." She said quietly. Santana crossed her arms on on the bed and then buried her face in them, sobbing softly.
Alex's eyes fluttered open slowly. She closed them again quickly and squinted until they had adjusted to the light. Eventually, they did, but she still couldn't open them very wide, due to the swelling. A soft, pitiful sound caught her attention and she turned her head, wincing at the pain in her neck. Her sister had buried her face in her arms and was crying softly on the bed.
Alex raised a shaky hand and rested in on Santana's. She squeezed it weakly. Santana's head snapped up in surprise, and her her face was wet with tears.
Without speaking, Santana stood up and gently wrapped her arms around Alex, who clung to her. The two girls stayed in the embrace for a long time, before Santana went back to sitting in the chair.
"How are you feeling?" The Latina asked as she sat back down.
"Sore." Alex replied hoarsely. Her throat was dry, and felt like sandpaper. Her body was weak and she felt cold, but couldn't find the energy to pull the blanket up further. Even the small act of hugging her older sister had exhausted her. Worst of all, her chest ached terribly when she breathed.
Santana cocked her head to the side and looked at her sister skeptically. "You have to be a bit more than sore." She replied.
Alex nodded and bit her cheek absentmindedly. It was true, even with the pain medication, every part of her body radiated pain, leaving her mind nearly overwhelmed. Alex moved her leg slightly, to try to relieve the stiffness, but ended up moaning in pain. Her groin exploded in pain at the small movement, and she locked her jaw.
Santana watched, heart full of pity, as her sister showed signs of immense pain. She took her hand and held it until the pain had resided some.
After a few minutes, Alex spoke. "Did they, I mean, did he….did he get away?" Alex asked. She had a fuzzy memory of the gunshot, and then couldn't remember what had happened after that, other than being in Santana's arms.
Santana nodded sadly and felt anger serge inside of her. She wished desperately that she had been able to go after the bastard.
Alex nodded and then fought back tears. The fact that her father was still running around somewhere scared her terribly.
Santana noticed her sister's face fall and eyes begin to glisten with tears. "Alex, he will not touch you again. I promise." Santana said firmly. Her sister looked up at her and nodded somewhat unconvincingly.
A few seconds later, the red haired doctor came in. She smiled kindly at her patient and her sister, and then went and stood at the foot of her bed. "On a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being the worst, how bad is the pain?" She questioned, inspecting her chart.
"Nine." Alex answered truthfully. Santana looked at her in concern. She ignored the stare.
"Well in that case, I'm going to give you a stronger dose of medication. It's going to make you fall asleep again, alright?" The doctor said, getting the medication ready to inject into Alex's IV.
The 14 year old nodded and waited for the drug to take its effect. Soon enough, she felt her mind begin to cloud and looked at Santana. She took Santana's hand and held onto it tightly.
"Don't worry Alex; I'll be right here when you wake up." Santana comforted her. Alex nodded slightly before her eyes closed and she fell into a drugged state.
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