Santana woke up to soft whimpering. She sat up in the chair and winced at the stiffness in her neck. Another whimper caught her attention and she saw Alex, moving restlessly in the bed. The Latina got up and gently put a hand on her sister's shoulder.
"Alex, sweety wake up." Santana said softly. The younger girl's eyes flew open and she looked at Santana in terror for a few seconds. But she realized who was next to her and calmed down.
"Are you alright?" Santana asked, pushing a strand of hair out of Alex's eyes. The younger girl nodded and winced as she rubbed her eyes. The pain medication had worn off and she could nearly feel the full extent of her injuries. She wanted to change position because of her stiff legs, but was too afraid to make the pain in her groin even worse.
"Do you want me to call a nurse?" Santana asked, noticing the pained expression on Alex's face. The younger girl immediately shook her head.
"I don't want to go back to sleep again." Alex replied. She really didn't want another nightmare.
"Are you sure?" Santana asked carefully. She hated seeing the poor girl in so much pain.
Alex nodded and wiped as much pain from her face as she could. "You can go home if you want to Santana. I'll be fine." She said, noticing how tired the older girl looked.
Santana shook her head. "I'm staying right with you." She said firmly.
The small talk was interrupted as Mrs. Lopez walked through the door. She had just come in from grabbing some food for Santana and herself from the cafeteria. Seeing that her daughter was awake, she sat the food down on a small table and went to stand by her bedside.
"Hey mija." Mrs. Lopez said, hugging her daughter gently. Alex took comfort in her mother's embrace.
Mrs. Lopez stood back up and smiled lovingly at her daughter. She was sure that she was going to lose the young girl to her father.
The three Lopez girls sat in the room and chatted with each other. Alex didn't contribute much to the conversation, but she was content to be with her family. But the company of her mother and sister wasn't enough to keep her mind off of the immense amount of pain she was feeling.
It was until several hours later that Santana whispered something to her mother. Mrs. Lopez stood up and nodded, before exiting the room.
"Alex, I need to talk to you about something." Santana said. There was a change of tone in her voice and Alex didn't like it.
"What?" Alex asked nervously.
"Last night when I was in the waiting room, the Glee Club came after I told Brittany where I was-" Alex interrupted her older sister.
"Did you tell them?" Alex asked solemnly. She felt her stomach churn.
Santana nodded and then waited for her sister's reaction. Alex locked her jaw and her eyes watered.
"Why would you tell them that?" Her voice came out thick.
"They were just concerned about you." Santana assured her, taking her sister's hand. Alex pulled it back instinctively.
"How much did you tell them?" The 14 year old demanded. Her voice took on a hurt and angry tone.
"They don't know about the….rapes. But I told them how my mom got pregnant and that it was your father that did this to you." Santana said. She was even gladder she hadn't said anything about Alex getting raped herself.
"So now everyone knows I'm the daughter of a monster." Alex said bitterly.
Santana shook her head. "You are nothing like that bastard." She said firmly. She moved her head to look Alex in the eye. "Don't ever compare yourself to him." She finished.
Alex nodded somewhat angrily and then took in a sharp breath. "Can you call my nurse?" She asked in a pain filled voice. She had moved her leg a tiny bit, consequently causing a huge amount of pain to explode from her groin.
Santana immediately pressed the nurse call button and within minutes a young nurse appeared at the doorway with her medication. Alex soon felt the drugs effects, her body going numb and her vision clouding. She quickly passed out in the bed.
The next week was filled with medication and recovery. Alex struggled to take in as little medicine as possible. She didn't like being asleep because every time to slept, she relived being violated. Sometimes it was her father, other times it was Jacob. A few of the nightmares included them both. But she always woke up sweating with her heart pounding. Santana was there every single time to calm her down.
After her ninth day in the hospital, Alex had had enough. So while Santana and her mother were down in the cafeteria and her mother had left for work, she threw the blankets off of herself. Using the IV rack for support, she slowly got up out of the bed, groaning softly as pain ignited in between her legs as well as the rest of her body, more specifically her chest.
Alex made her way to the small bathroom and shut the door. She changed into some clothes Santana had brought for her once she was officially discharged, and walked out to find Santana staring at her disapprovingly.
"I want to go home." Alex said sheepishly. She gripped the IV rack and hobbled over to her sister.
"Did you even think of asking for help?" Santana questioned, after having her sister sit down on the bed.
Alex didn't reply. Santana sighed and started towards the door. "I'll go talk to your doctor." She said, walking out into the hallway. Alex smirked to herself.
Santana returned into the room several minutes later. "She said if you're feeling up to it, you can go home today." The Latina said, smiling at her sister.
So yeah, that was a little boring. But tell me what you think of the story so far, if you want a sequel, and just any advice in general. I'm like Tinkerbell, I need applause to live! (Props for the Rachel quote)