Chapter 18 - When We Meet Again
Santana was lying on her couch watching some show or another on Sunday afternoon. She was waiting for Brittany to come over. Brittany had called her earlier in the day to tell her that she was leaving her parents house and would be back to New York around five. She told Santana that after stopping at home she would come over. So Santana was sitting on the couch just watching tv and waiting.
After what seemed like the fiftieth episode of Teen Mom that she had watched in a row Santana decided to make something to eat. She didn't even know why she was watching that show. She was flipping through the channels and stopped on it and just couldn't stop watching. She got up and went to the kitchen to find something to eat. She looked at the clock on the microwave out of habit. Hmm 6:08. Wonder when Britt's gonna get here? She thought. She opened the fridge and pulled out the bread, mayo, turkey and cheese to make a sandwich.
She brought her sandwich back to the couch and laid down again to continue with Teen Mom while eating her sandwich. Sometime after she finished her sandwich during the next episode she feel asleep. She had been sleeping for around a half hour when something startled her from her sleep. She sat up and groggily rubbed her eyes trying to figure out what the noise had been. She looked around the apartment but didn't see anything out of place. She laid back down when she didn't hear anything. When she looked over at the tv some different show was on that she didn't know. She closed her eyes just lying there listening to the tv. After a few seconds her phone rang that's when Santana realized the sound that had woken her was her phone.
She reached up for her phone that was on the little table that was at the end of the couch. She picked it up and looked at the screen to see who was calling. Santana didn't recognize the number so she let it go to her voicemail. She didn't want to have to deal with some telemarketer trying to sell her something. She looked at the missed call that had woken her up. It was the same number that had called the second time. She thought telemarketers don't usually call back do they? Santana was clearly still not thinking straight so she stood and headed for the kitchen to get a soda to drink.
Before she reached the refrigerator she heard the phone again. She went back to the couch where she had left it and picked it up and looked at the screen. It was the same number again. Who the fuck keeps calling me. I don't know this number. This better not be some damn kid trying to pull a prank on me. She thought before answering the phone.
"Hello." Santana spoke into the phone.
"Hi. Is this Santana?" The caller asked in a quiet voice.
"Yes. If this is some sort of prank you better tell me now. This is the third time you've called and I don't have time for that shit. I'm waiting for someone actually." Santana said almost yelling into the phone. She didn't know why she said that last part. The stranger on the other end of the phone didn't need to know that.
"Well this is definitely not a prank." The caller said still in a soft tone. Santana calmed down slightly before replying in a calmer voice.
"Who is this?" She asked curious to who was calling her and why. Why did they know her name and who she was. But she didn't seem to know who they were.
"It's Quinn. Brittany's friend." Santana heard her say. She also heard other voices in the background. She wondered why Quinn was calling her. She barely new the girl. And how had she gotten her number.
"How did you get my phone number?" She asked Quinn thoroughly confused as to what was doing on here.
Quinn cleared her throat before beginning. "Brittany gave it to me."
Santana thought that was something Brittany would do. She still hadn't gotten any clarification from Quinn as to why she was calling though. "So why are you calling me? Do you need something? Are you looking for Brittany? Actually she was supposed to come over here when she got home. I haven't heard from her. I don't know where she is."
Quinn's voice cracked as she started to speak. "That's why I'm calling you."
"What? You know where Brittany is? Is she with you?" Santana asked.
"Well I'm not with her but-" Quinn paused and took a deep breathe before she continued. "There's no easy way to say this so I'm just gonna say it." Santana's heart sink knowing that what Quinn was going to say would be bad news. "Brittany was in a car accident. Shes in the hospital. Actually I'm at the hospital too."
Santana had to sit down at what Quinn had said. A million things were running through Santana's head at once. Is she hurt? How bad? Is she dead? Oh god. What hospital? Should I go there? How did Quinn find out? Her head was spinning.
"Santana?" Quinn asked. "Are you still there?"
"What? Yeah." She didn't really know what to say.
"I know you probably can't think straight right now. But I thought I would call you and tell you. You needed to know. The police called me and told me that Brittany was in a car accident and that she had been transported to the hospital. I guess she had my name in her purse as her emergency contact." Quinn stopped.
"Ok. Is she gonna be ok?" It was the only thing Santana could think to ask.
"I don't know. I don't know much really. Just that she's in surgery right now. They won't tell me anything."
Santana had gotten up. She went to her bedroom and put on a clean sweatshirt while she was talking to Quinn. She knew what she had to do next. "I'll be at the hospital as soon as I can. Text me the address." She said in a flat tone.
"Are you sure. It's outside of the city. How are you going to get here? You don't have a car do you? Quinn asked
"Yes I'm sure. Just send me the address." She said before hanging up the phone.
"Hello? Hello?" Quinn looked at her cell phone. Santana had hung up on her. That women has no manners. She could at least said bye. She thought shaking her head before texting Santana the address.
Santana threw a pair of chucks on and grabbed her jacket and her wallet and keys. She practically ran down the hallway of her floor to the elevator. She pushed the button for the elevator. When it didn't come right away she pushed it a few more times. She put on her leather coat while she waited for the elevator. Once the doors opened she step inside and pushed the ground floor button immediately followed by the close door button. As soon as the elevator doors opened she bolted out of the elevator through the lobby and out the front door. There were a few couples in the lobby that gave her questioning looks as she ran past them but she didn't care.
She ran down the sidewalk trying not to run anyone over as she approached them. Dodging pedestrians and anything that could slow her down. She ran the whole way to her destination. Once she got there she pounded on the door with her fist. She pounded and pounded until the door opened. "What the hell-"
"Get- your- car." Santana gasped out trying to catch her breath.
"What's gonna on?"
"I'll explain in the car. Just get your car. And meet me downstairs Puckerman." She huffed out. Puck grabbed his coat and keys and headed for the parking garage. Santana went outside and stood on the sidewalk waiting for him. She checked her phone to see if Quinn had text her. Which she had. Santana didn't actually know where the hospital was but thought Puck might. But if not she knew he had GPS in his car. When Puck's orange and black 1973 Dodge Charger rounded the corner Santana stepped to the curb and waited for Puck to stop.
She pulled the door open and got in closing the door behind her. She leaned over to Puck to show him the text on her phone. "We're going here. Do you know where this is?" She asked him pulling the phone away from his face.
He looked over at her with big eyes. He knew where that was. "Why are we going to the hospital?" He asked concerned. He pulled away from the curb starting their journey to the hospital.
"Brittany was in a car accident." She said simply without any emotion.
"Shit. Is she ok?" Puck asked looking over at Santana in the passengers seat.
"Don't know." She shrugged her shoulders and turned her head to stare out the passengers side window.
They didn't speak at all the rest of the ride to the hospital. Puck looked over to Santana occasionally but she had her head turned towards the window. He couldn't see her face to read her emotions. And she didn't want him to see her face. She sat there with her hands folded in her lap hoping that this car ride would be a quick one. As they got outside the city she began to wondered where this hospital really was. She didn't know the area surrounding New York very well. She just hoped the they were almost there.
Puck pulled into the parking lot of the hospital and began searching for a parking spot. He took the first one he saw. He threw the car into park and shut it off. He unbuckled and reached to open the door. Before he did though he looked over to Santana who hadn't moved since he parked the car. "Santana." Puck spoke. Santana flinched in her seat. It was obvious he had pulled her out of some sort of trance or shocked state. She turned to look at him. Concern written all over her face. She didn't say anything. "We're here. At the hospital." He clarified. She was still looking in his direction but she wasn't looking at him. She was looking past him over his shoulder at the hospital behind him. "We should go in." He offered. "Come on." He moved to get out of the car. Once Santana saw him getting out she followed suit.
They walked together into the hospital. They walked into the emergency doors immediately looking for the waiting room. Santana was looking around for Quinn. Quinn was sitting in the far corner of the waiting room. She was reading a magazine to try to distract herself. They walked across the waiting room towards Quinn. She looked up from the magazine when she heard the sound of feet shuffling around the quiet room. As soon as she saw Puck and Santana she stood. "Hi." She greeted the two of them with worry written all over her face. "I didn't know he was coming with you?"
"Yeah well I don't have a car. So…" Santana waved her hand around in the air and looked in Puck's direction trying to convey to Quinn that Puck had a car and he was the one who drove and that's why he is with. "Is Brittany still in surgery?" Santana asked Quinn hoping that the blonde had more information.
"As far as I know she is still in surgery. Like I said on the phone they won't tell me anything cause I'm not family. I asked the nurse over there about a half an hour ago about Brittany but all she would tell me is that she's still in surgery." Quinn's sighed and her shoulders sank in defeat.
"Ok I guess we sit and wait then." Santana said while taking a seat in one of the many chairs.
"Yeah I don't know what else I can do." Quinn shrugged her shoulders and sat next to Santana.
"Wow you two are just going to give in that easily." Puck scoffs.
"What do you mean? There is nothing we can do but wait." Santana tells him.
"No wrong. We can demand more information." He walked over to the nurse that was sitting behind the desk. She looked up at him once he stopped in front of her.
"Can I help you with something?" She asked politely.
"Yes. A friend of mine was brought here after a car accident and I understand she is in surgery. I want to know what the surgery is for and what condition she is in and how long before the surgery is over."
"Ok sir. There is not much I can tell you. As you are not a family member I cannot release any details to you. All I can say is that yes she is here and she is in surgery. I don't know how long the surgery is expected to take. But when it's over someone will come out and let me know. May I suggest that you go take a seat with your friends and wait for more information." She finished and pointed in the direction of Santana and Quinn. Puck scowled at the nurse before turning to take a seat.
Santana was sitting there with her elbows on her knees and her face in her hands. Quinn had gone back to reading her magazine. Puck sat down across from the two of them. Quinn looked up from her magazine over at Puck. "So did you find out anything more?"
"No, bitch wouldn't tell me anything cause I'm not family." Using fingers quotes on the I'm not family part. He slumped down in his chair and threw his arms across his chest with a huff.
"Told ya." Quinn quipped. So they sat there and waited and waited and waited for what seemed like days. Quinn reading her magazine. Puck sat with his arms folded across his chest for a while every once and a while turning around to give the nurse a death glare. Santana sat in her armchair chewing her fingernails and shaking her right leg up and down nervously staring off into space.
After some time Quinn heard someone talking to the nurse behind the desk. She looked up from her magazine and nudged Santana with her elbow. Santana threw her a look. "What?" Santana grumbled looking at Quinn. Quinn nodded in the direction of the nurse and the doctor. They both sat there and watched as the doctor talked to the nurse. They were to far away to hear what the doctor was telling the nurse. After what couldn't have been more than two minutes the doctor turned and walked away down the hallway.
Santana and Quinn both turned to look at the other. Silently communicating with each other that they should go ask the nurse if she has more information. Santana and Quinn both stand up and Quinn takes a few steps towards the desk. Santana on the other hand stand in front of Puck. "Wake up Puckerman." Santana said kicking him in the shin.
"Ouch." He jumped in his seat. "What was that for?" He asked leaning down to rub his shin with his hand.
"For falling asleep at a time like this." Santana rolled her eyes at him but he didn't see it as he was tending to his leg. Santana followed Quinn over to the desk that the nurse was sitting at. Once Puck saw Santana leave he turned around in time to see the two women approach the desk. He jumped up out of his chair quickly making his way to where they were standing.
Sorry I know its sort of a cliffhanger but I had to split this into two chapters.
