Is she gonna make it?" someone whispered. The voice was foggy in Santana's mind, but it sounded suspiciously like Will.
"They don't know. She took a lot..." sobbed another voice. It was higher in octave, and resembled Kurt's.
Santana fought to wake up. Her heart leapt in panic as she analyzed their words; she might not wake up.
This wasn't what she intended. She didn't want to die, she simply wanted to be free of the pain that ate her up. She strained against her eyelids, but it felt as if both her eyes had been sewn shut. She begged to wake up, her subconscious letting out long screams of desire.
Eventually, she became tired of trying and receded back into the darkness of her own mind.
"...didn't even think she was Finn's friend..." muttered a voice. It was Coach Sue.
"She was a good cheerleader. She was a bitch, too. But when it came down to it, there was some good in her. And...well, I guess I was closest to her," the woman whispered.
"We'd been roommates...I was with her, when we found out about Finn. She told Rachel. I figured she was the strongest- I mean, she was such a bitch to him sometimes," Kurt said worriedly.
Santana heard this and continued to try with all her might. The voices stopped suddenly, once, to be replaced by a flat line. It was all he heard, the loud, piercing sound of her death.
She knew, of course, what it meant. She knew the shocks she felt were bringing her back. And she knew that it was Sue who cried with relief when her heart faintly began to beat again.