Santana (POV)
The third wolf stands up slowly…his yellow eyes locked with mine… I shake my head and turn to Rachel.
Mike Chang bares his fangs at me and I keep my ground, stepping in front of Brittany, with Sam at my side…
"Three against, two… I'm shaking in my sneakers…" I say my eyes darting from wolf to wolf, Mike leaps forward… he must not know who he's fucking with… I go to slam my fist in his face but he grabs it and tosses me against a nearby tree. Half the bark falls off and I stand up.
"He's stronger than both of you combined… why did you keep him in hiding?" I stand wiping the bark off my jacket.
He grins and runs over towards me… I bend down and he flies through the air. I grip his arm and toss him up into a tree. He slams into a branch breaking it in half.
I walk Rachel and Dave's way and they both exchange a look. Karofsky heads Sam's way and Rachel walks towards me… Mike jumps from the tree and lands next to me.
I crouch down and growl… Rachel jumps forward and so does Mike. I grab Rachel and toss her towards Mike, but he catches her and pushes her onto me. She slashes her claws across my arm and growl.
"You know San this could all stop…just join us…" I shake my head and kick her off me.
"You know that will never happen." Mike charges at me and grabs my arm…he squeezes it as hard as he can… I feel a snap and I bend down…the fucker just broke my arm with one squeeze.
Brittany runs over to me and I stand up. I shake my arm and chuckle softly…already healed… Mike glances down at my arm then back up at me.
"Surprised? Can you not heal that quickly? Let's find out." I grab his arm but Rachel slams into the side of me and they all jump back.
"We need to get out of here…they're coming" Rachel whispers. Karofsky runs over to Rachel and Mike, and they take off into the forest…
"FUCKING COWARDS!" I yell, and Brittany grabs me around the waist.
"Their gone San…calm down…" she whispers in my ear.
Why did they leave so quick…she said they were coming but who…who was coming?
I glance at Sam and a look of worry flies across his face. I turn back staring around the woods, my eyes darting back and forth… I don't see anyone… but we're pretty deep in the woods…
I turn around and face Sam. "They said someone was coming… we better get out of here before they show up…" Sam and Brittany nod as I turn and we start walking.
I hear a twig snap behind me and turn around… A lone man stands a few feet away, holding a gun towards all of us…I step forward…
"Look we don't want any-"
My sentence is cut off half way… I hear a loud pop and feel a stinging in my chest. I glance down…there's blood running from a bullet hole in my chest … I cough and bend down on the ground…why am I not healing? I swallow hard and my vision goes blurry…
"Oh damn…" I mutter and lean forward. The man with the gun runs away and Sam bends down next to me.
"Why is she not healing!?" he yells. He picks me up and starts running through the woods.
Brittany (POV)
I have no idea why Santana isn't healing…I scramble to pull my phone out of my pocket…Sam is carrying Santana. He puts her in the backseat and we take off to the hospital.
I get my phone out and grip it tightly while scrolling through my contacts. I jam my finger on my mother's name.
She answers pretty quickly…"Hey, Britt! What's up?" I glance back at Santana and swallow hard… I don't answer for a few seconds and hear my mother call out on the other end.
"Brittany? What's wrong?" she says, and I glance over at Sam.
"Santana…she's been shot, but she isn't healing! Where are you?" I practically yell into the phone, I hear my mother take a deep breath.
"Honey did you not get my note? I'm not in Ohio…I'm in Indiana…" She whispers and I shake my head…
"No, I didn't get a note! You need to get back here! Or she's going to die I think it may be wolves' bane…." I whisper the last part, and I hear a car door shut on the other end of the phone.
"I'm in the car, but I won't be there for at least an hour…" I sigh and glance in the backseat…
"We're at the hospital. I need to go…" I say bye and quickly hang up the phone. Sam slams the brakes and hops out of the car, while I run up to the door and to the ER desk.
"My friend has been shot!" I yell and a few nurses run from behind the desk and towards the door where Sam is carrying Santana in.
They put her on a gurney and we follow them back.
A nurse steps up in front of us, "You can't go back there!" Sam shakes his head and we shove past her.
"We're not leaving her!" He yells back and the nurse follows us.
The nurse yells down the hall at us and a doctor walks into Santana's room. We can hear some of the nurses talking.
"Doctor, she's lost a lot of blood… she's going to need some blood now!" He flips through the pages on a clipboard.
"Her blood type is very difficult to get, especially since it's in high demand…" He says as the nurses try to stop the bleeding.
"I wonder what type of blood they need…" Sam whispers and I shrug… if Santana doesn't get the blood she needs she's going to die…
The doctor turns and tries to walk out of the room but Sam steps in front of him. "YOU NEED TO GET THE FLOWERS OUT FIRST!" He yells and pokes him. The doctor shakes his head.
"There are no flowers and, if there were, they would be the least of that girl's worries! Now I know how to do my job, get out of the way!" The doctor yells for security… and then he turns to a nurse.
"The girl's blood type is O-negative…" The security guards are heading our way.
"STOP!" I yell and they all turn my way.
"That's my blood type…" I whisper and the doctor's eyes go wide. "Are you willing to donate?" I nod and he motions for us to follow him.
We follow him down the hall and I hear someone yelling behind me… I turn around and see my mother running our way.
"Where is she?" I step forward and point to Santana's room.
I lean down and whisper in her ear. "There's something wrong she isn't healing!" She nods and heads towards the room.
I sit down in this white room with three nurses and Sam.
"We're going to need a pint of blood…" I nod and they stick the needle in quickly… I lean back and close my eyes the blood comes out pretty quickly.
I see my mother walk in the room, face as white as a sheet and her hands are covered in blood…
"Britt…." She whispers and walks forward… "Santana flatlined…" I stare back at her and feel like I've been punched hard and couldn't breathe. The tears start flooding my eyes…no this, can't be real…I can't lose her…
A/N: I know what you're thinking… Holy Shit! :o SO tell me what you think! I gotta give credit to my friend Ivy888 who helped me come up with this part of the story; she also helped me with revising it too! I thank you! REVIEW! XD