Hey guys, I hope you liked the previous chapter! I want to show more Brittana interactions but it's obviously quite difficult right now as Brittany is still unconscious! Please bare with me! Hopefully, I'm conveying Santana's emotions well. I'm still undecided about what will actually happen to Brittany to be honest! Reviews are very much appreciated !ENJOY!

(Also, I am so sorry if I can't update as much as I want to, I'm currently working 6/7 days so I'm pretty knackered!)

It had been two long days before Santana was allowed to see Brittany. Two agonizing days where she laid in bed, not able to do anything, not even a glance at her girlfriend. It hurt too much for her to stay awake, physically and emotionally. After speaking to the doctors she found out that she has multiple rib fractures and a broken leg but nothing too extreme for medical troubles. However, she certainly did not feel relieve after hearing about her condition when Brittany was still lying somewhere in this hospital, unconscious, in coma. Nothing could ever make Santana feel better at this point until her girlfriend wakes up. Until she could tell her how big of an idiot she's been for the past two months for letting Brittany feel miserable and alone. She finds herself in those two days, wide awake, thoughts running through her tired brain. All the "what ifs?" flood through her mind like a catastrophic tidal wave, destroying every trace of optimism left in her but she had to be strong, not for her sake, but for Brittany's.

Today is the day. The doctor in charge of Brittany's case told her that she's allowed to go and see her girlfriend as her vitals seem stable. Unfortunately, the blonde dancer still remained unconscious and there was no way of telling if—when she's going to wake up but this was better than nothing. This was better than lying awake in her bed not being able to be near her presence. Maybe if she could talk to Brittany, somehow, someway, a miracle would happen and she'd wake up. Now she's being all religious, fucking religious. Santana has never believed in spiritual bullshit but here she was cradling a single strand of hope that whoever is the "highest power" out there, would give her what she wants, needs.

Her deep thoughts were interrupted by a pair of footsteps approaching her bed. She snaps back to reality and sees Quinn smiling at her sympathetically.

"Hey you. How are you feeling today?" The hazel eyed woman asked her. She's been down to visit yesterday as well with Rachel.

"Hey, I'm okay. The pain is slowly going away." She replied, talking about the physical pain, not the emotional trauma she's going through.

"I'm glad." Quinn smiled again, "Are you ready to see Britt?"

"I've been ready since I got to this hospital, Q." She replied, shifting her weight slightly, "I just need her to be okay. I don't know what I would do. I want her to tell me what to do."

"S, just try to be optimistic. Okay? A little faith goes a long way. Trust me." Quinn said reassuringly. "You don't have to be religious to have faith. You just have to find something you believe in so strongly and cling on to that."

"I believe that Brittany and I are meant to be together, to grow old together. I'm not ready, nor will I ever be, to let her go. I won't allow it." She said with so much conviction, for the first time in a while.

Brittany's room was brighter than hers. It was a great metaphor for the blonde's infectious, bubbly personality. It was filled with a selection bouquets and greeting cards from friends and family. Everyone loves Brittany. She's the most likable person in the whole universe. Her friendliness and genuine smile always worked for her advantage as she made friends so easily. Santana has always been amazed at her girlfriend's ability to adapt in social situations so easily. However, this Brittany she was seeing was a lot different.

The she lay peacefully in the middle of the room. Her blonde hair was trapped underneath the gauze that wrapped around her forehead. There were wires everywhere. Something to help her breathe, something to help her eat, they're all there to keep her alive. She needs to be alive. Her injuries had mostly been internal and this worried Santana more because physically, she is there, whole and apart from a few broken bones she's still intact. However what she couldn't see bothered her so much. What about her brain, her internal organs, her heart? Santana felt a wave of nausea take over her and she found herself in tears again.

"San, are you sure you can handle this?" Quinn asked worriedly as she pushed her friend's wheelchair inside the room.

"I need to see her Quinn. I need to talk to her." She managed to say in between her tears.

Quinn pushed the wheelchair right up to Brittany's bedside, just enough so that Santana could reach her hands. "Do you want me to give you guys a moment?"

Santana looked up to her, "Thank you, Q."

"I'll be outside okay." She replied, giving the Latina's shoulder a gentle squeeze.

Now Quinn has left the room, she's alone with Brittany for the first time since the accident. She looks so fragile and it's breaking Santana's heart so goddamn much to sit here and look at her like this. Brittany who's always energetic and happy, lying on this bed unconscious and helpless, Santana could not fathom how the hell they ended up here. How her girlfriend ended up here.

She took Brittany's hand and held it up to her cheek. "B, I'm so sorry."

Tears started to escalate down her face, as she held the blonde's hand tighter. "I'm so sorry for everything I've put you through since Marco's accident. I never meant for any of this to happen. I'm such an idiot for letting you believe that it was your fault."

She imagined that Brittany was here, with her, conscious and very much alive.

"San, don't blame it on yourself okay? I'll be fine, you just wait and see."

"I can't help but blame myself Britt 'cos I know it is my fault. I just need you to stay strong, please. I need you to come back so I can tell you how much I love you, and see you smile again." she pleads, desperately, as she holds the blonde's hand to her cheek.

"I will be back Santana. We'd go to the park and feed the ducks and cuddle on the grass."

"Of course we'll feed the ducks and cuddle on the grass." She tried to smile. What the actual fuck, she has lost her mind and she's talking to herself. "Britt, I miss you so much. I haven't really been myself for the past couple of months and I just want you to know that I love you. I always have and I always will. I regret not saying that to you the last two months because you know I still felt it. I was a coward, and I was weak, so I couldn't say it. I let the accident get in the way of us when it should have brought us closer and believe me I regret every single fucking day that I acted like that."

"San, you need to stop swearing!I love you too. Of course I do and the past is past. We can work on the future when I get back."

"Britt, baby, I need you back. I'd give everything, anything to have you back in an instant. Heck, I'd give up my own life if it means you get to come back."

"How can I enjoy that life without you though, San? Don't say that please."

"Okay, I'm sorry but really B, just please be strong and hold on. I'll be strong for the both of us okay? I'll wait. I love you." Somehow she hoped the hand would feel a squeeze, even a slight one, from Brittany. But there was nothing, just a steady beep, indicating that her heart is still functioning. That she's still here and Santana will continue hoping, she'll continue to hold on to their love because somewhere amidst all the wires and machines, she knows Brittany is still present, her heart beat is still dedicated to her.

After half an hour of talking to Brittany, or really herself, Santana was called to sit with the doctor so he can discuss some things with her regarding her girlfriend's current condition. It was a tricky situation, Santana was aware that the doctor will try to mellow things down a bit for her because she, herself, hasn't recovered properly. It's a trade secret she's been exposed ever since she could remember. Medical talks around the dining table with her family, where her father, usually he did all the talking, discussed his day, going through almost every single patient he'd seen that day. Santana always rolled her eyes inwardly. It got old and too boring for her to listen to such tragedies regarding her father's patients when their family dynamics were in shambles. There never was a "How was your day, Santana?" from her father, that conversation was always reserved for her mother and Marco. The young Latina always tried to convince herself that he was just a busy man, it doesn't mean he doesn't care. He just shows it in a different way. She got whatever she wanted since she was a young girl but that never really felt enough. It was the way he looked at her, she just couldn't place it. His eyes were hard and cold, a complete opposite to the way he looked at her brother and her mother. It was as if, there was some unspoken grudge that Santana never knew about. No matter how much she tried to make him happy, it was never enough. She'll never be enough.

So here she was sat in a small treatment room with Quinn by her side, waiting patiently for the doctor. A few minutes later, he walked in with charts in his hands, offering them a smile. He was young for his profession, around his late thirties, Santana reckons. Traces of grey hair evident on his features, his form was good, it was obvious that he worked out regularly. He wore a genuine look of care, he seemed like a nice person.

"Hi, I'm Dr Fitzgerald, Head of Neurosurgery." he smiled offering his right hand to the brunette.

"Santana Lopez, Brittany's girlfriend. It's nice to finally meet you." she said politely, taking the hand that he offered, his handshake was firm and reassuring.

"Quinn Fabray, I'm one of their bestfriends." she smiled, offering the same gesture.

"Nice to meet you both." he replied, flicking through Brittany's charts. "So, we're here to discuss Ms Pierce's condition. Brittany has Anoxic brain injury caused by the trauma during the crash. Now, we have performed surgery on her when she first got here to stop the bleeding in her brain and so far, we have that under control." he stated confidently.

"She's going to wake up soon, right?" Santana questioned with a hopeful tone.

He flicked through the charts again, pausing for a few moments. Quinn instinctively put her hand on the brunette's knee and gave it a light squeeze for reassurance.

"It's hard to tell right now, Ms Lopez—"

"Santana. Call me Santana."

"Santana, it's a difficult prediction. It could be days, months, we're doing the best we can. Her brain activities are stable so she's there. It's just a waiting game, I'm afraid." he looked at her apologetically. There was nothing her could do, he's done his best.

"Is there anything we can do to help?" Quinn asked trying to change the subject slightly as it was obvious that her friend was on the verge of crying.

"At this moment, all we can do is hope for her fast recovery. Talk to her during your visits, it could stimulate further brain activity." he advised.

Santana looked up from her current state of concern. "Will she be...is she going to remember things? I mean I have heard many stories from my father that some coma patients wake up not remembering anything or just not fully there. Will she be okay?"

He sighed sympathetically. "I'll be completely honest with you Ms Lop— Santana, it's a possibility that she could wake up with an amnesia. Whether it's temporary or not is the question. However, it could also be that she wakes up just fine, a little bit confused in the beginning, but just fine. I have seen cases worse than hers before, now I don't want to promise anything, but based on her stable vitals, it's just a matter of time till she gains consciousness."

She forced a smile on her face, trying not to show her vulnerability, but inside she was crumbling into pieces. All the questions, all the possibilities, all the unknowns just bothered her so fucking much. She wanted to yell at him, to tell him to do this fucking job better but she knew it was no good. He's done everything, he's trying to do everything and the least she could so was sit here calmly, being careful not to hysterically burst into tears. Not in front of this stranger. He's right, she should just wait patiently but being patient has never been one of her skills. Especially now that her girlfriend is lying on a hospital bed, under a very deep state of slumber. She could feel her heart tighten in pain, like it was pumping too much blood all at once, it was hard to breathe. She looked over at Quinn who gave her a sympathetic look and felt her arm pull her into a hug. There were no words to describe it really, she just felt her body collapse under her friend's arms and the tears involuntarily escaped from her eyes. She didn't care about how her fragility was on full show at this very moment. She didn't care that she was ruining Quinn's top from her messy crying and that her body shook relentlessly as if it was going through an overload. She did not care about anything except for the chance to see those deep blue eyes and her infectious smile, once again. And to be able to tell her she loves her, and for her to hear it. She needed her to her those three words, even if there was a chance that it would be the last time.

SO, what did you guys think? Damn, I feel so sorry for Santana! I wanna hug her so bad! haha..comments and reviews are appreciated! Muchos gracias!