So here's another chapter! There will be some progress on this one cos I know you're all anxious to find out what's going on with Brittany! So here it goes, I hope you like it! So far, I've written till Chapter 10 so beyond that, I still have no clue what's going to happen! Reviews are very useful to me guys! Thank you!
(AND please bare with me if I don't update as much after this because my job is currently taking up my whole life! I'm still trying to think of future plots so stay tuned!)
Another week has passed and Brittany still lay on her hospital bed, unconscious. Santana came to visit her every moment she could whilst also trying to get back on her feet, literally. It's a painful process, taking your first steps in more than a week, she could still feel the pain caused by her broken bones but she needs to push through. Being bound to a wheel chair isn't something she'd want to take as a full time job. The faster she recovers, the faster she can help take care of Brittany, instead of leaving her to the nurses and the doctors. She wanted to be there for her, all the time, physically too. It's been a struggle to say the least. Quinn and Rachel visited almost every day to keep her company and her other friends popped by too to see how's she's doing. It's good, to see other people and to remind her that there is still life outside the four walls she's bound in, but no amount of entertainment from her friends made her forget that the love of her life was lying on a bed in the ICU fighting for her dear life, every fucking second of the day.
During this past week, she also found herself praying. Who she's praying to is the question but that's beside the point. Santana, "self-proclaimed badass, I don't need any help from anyone", Lopez is praying her damn heart out, everyday. Yes, she grew up under a strict Catholic household but it was never an environment she loved. She went to church till she was 15 and then eventually discovered her own religion—teenage rebellion. So for her to be in her room talking to "someone", asking them to please, please heal Brittany is a big fucking deal. She hasn't even told Quinn because she's not entirely sure what the hell she's doing anyway. I mean there haven't been any changes to Brittany's condition; maybe she's doing something wrong. Maybe this praying business is not really her thing, or maybe she's lost he goddamn mind and submitted herself to loony town.
So here she was again, beside Brittany. Now she can kind of walk, or hobble around, she spends most of her time here in her girlfriend's room talking to her. Brittany has now turned ghostly white; the lack of sunshine has turned taken the luminance of her skin tone away but she was still beautiful. She will always be beautiful.
"Britt, how are you today?" she asks taking a seat on the bed. "Today's been boring for me, as usual. I had physical therapy just to get me back walking properly instead of this hobbling mess I am right now. You'd laugh at me if you could see what I have to do. It's so stupid! Like teaching a baby how to walk."
She paused, pushing blonde hair behind Brittany's ears. Now they took the gauze wrapped around her forehead, she's looked more like the Brittany she's always known. "The doctors say your vitals are steady. That's good right? I mean it'd be better if you woke up, I miss you so much. I miss hearing your voice. I just miss you."
She shifted on the bed to lay beside her girlfriend with extreme care so she doesn't budge any machines or pull out any wires accidentally. She put her arm across the taller woman's stomach, and rested her chin on her should. Even though they've been here a little over a week, Brittany's scent was still there and it was a reminder that she's going to come back, soon. Her thoughts led her to her exhaustion and she found herself drifting off to sleep.
"Britt, I feel hot." Santana stated as she sat on the couch next to Brittany who was busy watching her morning cartoon shows, with Lord Tubbington on the floor, next to her.
A pair of blue eyes lit up with a suggestive smile. Brittany turned to face Santana, "Oh San, you're so naughty, we just did it this morning, but I like that idea."
Santana chuckled in amusement, her lips forming a familiar smirk. "Babe, as much as I'd like to, I mean I feel hot, as in, I think I have a fever."
"Oh." Brittany pouted, "My baby is sick."
Since Santana could remember, Brittany has always liked playing the nurse game. Of course throughout the years this game of theirs has evolved dramatically. When they were little kids, the game consisted of a stethoscope that the brunette stole from her father, her fake medical kit she got on one of her birthdays and some makeshift equipments the two girls have "invented". As they got older, the game's innocence slowly faded away. The candy stripper outfit came in, then the seductive tones of voices, then the dirty talks, role playing, strap-ons—the thought itself was making Santana hot and bothered but yes, in some very rare occasions, she is genuinely ill. But Brittany being Brittany, still likes to play the game, of course without the sex, just the cute, caring Nurse Brittany that she is.
"B, don't you think we're getting too old for this game?" Santana asked, curiously.
A fake shocked expression spread on the blondes features, "You'll never be too old, you'll always be my baby." She smiled planting a kiss on the brunette's temple. "Now, lay on the couch and I'll get you a blanket and make you some chicken soup and we can have a Jersey Shore marathon."
The Latina smiled at the thought, "Hmm, lazy day with Nurse B. I like it. I like you, no I love you."
"Wuv you too Sanny." Brittany said in her "talking to a baby" voice and left the room to go get a blanket and make some soup.
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After an hour or so, she felt a nudge on her side, waking her up from her "not so deep" slumber. Brittany was carrying a tray with hot chicken soup, bread and a glass of water and sat down on the couch. Santana sat up to make some room.
"It smells so good, B." She was starving, like totally starving. She hadn't had anything to eat since their "breakfast in bed". God, her jokes are appalling.
Brittany put the tray on her lap, careful not to tip it over. "Now, let me feed my sick little Sanny."
"B, you really don't have to put the voice on. I feel like a little child, and since I still find you incredibly hot, as Nurse Brittany, it's a little disturbing." Santana explained.
"But you're my little Sanny." She still said with the voice on.
Santana sighed jokingly and smiled. Brittany is the most adorable human being on this fucking planet, she just could not help but admit. "Okay, Nurse B."
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They were now curled up on the sofa, watching the fourth Jersey Shore episode of the day. The meal has gone down well for Santana although she still felt crappy, even after the Advil she took. But this was nice, lying on the couch with Brittany being the big spoon, their bodies fit together so perfectly. Now and then, the taller woman plants kisses on her shoulder, holding her as close as possible. If it weren't for her goddamn fever, they'd be playing another one of their favourite games right now, considering how little clothing they have on. Brittany was wearing a wife beater and her duck printed boxers, no underwear, for sure. Santana was just wearing an oversized T-shirt and her panties, no bra. She could feel the blonde's breasts pressing on her back, and she could not help but feel the need to kiss Brittany. She turns around to face an expectant pair of blue eyes.
"You're such a tease, Britt!" she smiled.
"Was it working? I thought you were sick, huh?" Brittany joked, pulling her closer.
"I am, and I don't want you to get sick but you are asking for it."
"Oh, is that a threat, Santana?" her voice was dark and low.
"B, be careful what you ask for." She cocked her eyebrow suggestively.
"I think I'll be just fine." The blonde replied, hastily closing the gap between them, pressing her lips onto her lover's.
The kiss was deep, heated and full of lust just like the way the kissed during those sneaky moments in the Cheerio's changing room after practice, way back in the day. It was urgent, Santana licked the bottom of Brittany's lips and the blonde obliged, giving her tongue full access. As their tongues danced around in their familiar rhythm, their hands wandered, exploring the curves and dips of each other's body. Santana's hand snaked under Brittany's top, palming her toned abs, scratching lightly which caused her blonde to moan into the kiss. On the other hand, Brittany went straight for the rambunctious twins and started kneading and playing with the right nipple between her thumb and index finger. In response to this, the brunette, pressed herself into Brittany, tangling their legs together as she flipped them so now, Santana was straddling her girlfriend.
"Are...you...sure..." Brittany tried to gather her words in between kisses, "you feel okay?"
Santana broke the kiss and gave the "don't I look okay?" look to Brittany. "B, if I wasn't okay, I won't be dry humping you right now." She smiled cockily, as she continued her assault on Brittany's neck. Licking and sucking, licking and sucking.
Brittany felt reassured that her girlfriend wouldn't pass out or anything because of her fever. She'll pass out later anyway but, that's a different story, so she hiked up Santana's t-shirt and pulled it over her head, tossing it somewhere in the living room. She sat up to trail her tongue over the valley of her breasts, slowly and teasingly. Santana whimpers in response tilting her head back slightly, enjoying the sensation of the blonde's tongue on her skin. Brittany captured her left breast in her mouth and started tracing circles around her nipple which caused her to buck her hip into her girlfriend, pressing their cores impossibly close. They were both sweating, it was so goddamn hot in this room, and this didn't exactly cool things down. Santana urgently rid Brittany of her tank top and she stood up to pull off her panties and her girlfriend's boxer shorts. Now they were fully naked, everything seemed even hotter. She could feel the sweat coming from Brittany's body and the wetness from her core and it was almost enough to push her over the edge. She snaked a hand down between them to feel the pool of wet heat in between the blonde's legs.
"Water." Brittany mouthed.
"Huh? Britt?" Santana looked at her confused.
"I need water." Brittany muttered. "San, you're squishing me."
She felt a light nudge, sending her back to reality.
Santana felt a slight movement beside her as she opened her eyes, recovering from her nap. She was still in Brittany's room but she's not quite sure how long she's been here for. How long did she pass out for? More importantly, why is someone saying her name, nudging her and she sounds like—
"Brittany!" Santana exclaimed as she turned to face the person beside her.
Brittany's eyes were searching the room, clearly confused about her whereabouts and why she's tangled in this wired mess. "San? I need water."
"Oh my Lord! Thank God, you're awake!" Santana expressed, serious about thanking "God". Holy crap, Brittany is awake. "I'm going to give the doctor a buzz." She said pressing the buzzer near the blonde's bed.
She took the glass of water sitting on the bedside table, which was intended for her and handed it to Brittany. "Here you go. How are you feeling? Are you okay? I was so worried about you, B. I've missed you so much."
Brittany drank the whole glass of water, for some reason she was really thirsty. "What happened? How long have I been out for?" she asked, still trying to get used to the use of her vocal chords. Her voice sounded strained.
"It's been more than a week baby." Santana answered, feeling her eyes well up in happiness.
Their rendezvous was interrupted when the doctor and some nurses came in to check on Brittany. They did the routine tests and checked her vitals to make sure she was okay. They took her away for a CT scan, an MRI and a bunch of x-rays. It was a lengthy process but it was all to make sure that she didn't have any complications etc. Santana waited in her room patiently, full of anticipation. She needed to talk to her and apologize, tell her how much she loves her. She just needs to do so many things and her brain is going into overload. Brittany is back, she's awake and that is the best fucking news ever. Quinn and Rachel have already been informed of this progress and they were going to be at the hospital after work, so till then, Santana anxiously sat on the couch in Brittany's room, waiting for her girlfriend to return.4
WOOO SHE'S AWAKE! By popular demand, I decided not to kill off Britt because I would probably be too sad to function and write the rest of this fanfiction if that happened! haha..hope you enjoyed it!