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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. If they were mine "Lady babies" would be so on :D

Santana stood in front of the hospital. It has been 3 days since Brittany's first sign of being alive and not being just a living corpse. She was feeling uncomfortable because her last visit wasn't particularly pleasant. She had more or less insulted the present staff, because they weren't taking care of Brittany fast enough. But apparently a guy who shoved a light bulb into his own ass was more important than a traumatized, skeleton thin blonde.

But today Santana was only here to talk to Dr. Mo. Well Dr. Morhagda but Santana thought it was easier to shorten his name. She came here today because of the last time she and Quinn talked about Brittany getting psychological help.

It wasn't that Santana hadn't cared enough for help for the blonde but she remembered the doctor's words right after the incident as if they were spoken to her moments ago. "She is facing a state we call catatonic immobility. It means that she will stay in one pose or state of mind for a certain amount of time. This is a psychological disorder, which means we can't pin point when the patient is actually there with us. I have to warn you Ms. Lopez as you are Ms. Pierce guardian that this state can be held up for months. What is important is that you consult us if anything happens or Ms. Pierce shows any signs of improvement. Because this is the only time we can hope to get access to her without having to take forceful measures."

So that's whats bringing Santana to the hospital leaving Britt in Quinn's care.

She entered the tall grey building rather fast to avoid the nurses and mostly all hospital staff and went straight to Dr. Mo's office. She knocked a couple of times before a deep voice told her to come in.

Dr. Mo said in his leather chair in front of a massive marble desk. There was a huge contrast between the voice and the man himself. Dr. Mo was only slightly taller than her and was rather slim but his deep voice carried an air of authority so that people would pay him the respect.

"Well hello Ms. Lopez I don't think we had an appointment?" He seemed rather surprised by her visit, but not unpleasantly so.

"You said to come by when anything changed and last night well it was the first time she kind of snapped out of it. I mean it was just for a few seconds but she looked me in the eye and talked to me. That has to be at least some improvement?" Dr. Mo could her the the hope in the young Latina's question.

"It is certainly an improvement. If I remember Ms. Pierce has been catatonic for half a year now. I guess given the circumstances it is understandable that the condition has been keeping up for so long. But what is important now Ms. Lopez is what happened after the little "outburst" you described. Has Ms. Pierce showed any more signs of being clearly conscious?" Dr. Mo had to be careful. As far as he new Brittany Pierce could have gone back into her immobility the minute she stopped talking.

"Well I'm not really sure if this is an improvement but she has been kind of catching up with her cat a bit. I mean normally the cat worshiped the ground she walked on but after the incident he avoided her. Right after the outburst he started to cuddle up to her again and I think there was one or two times I saw her actually stroking him."

Dr. Mo seemed to be in thought and Santana was observing his face closely, every move of his eyebrow just to decide if what she had just said was stating that Britt's condition was indeed getting better. It was just a small spark of hope but it was the first in six months and she was not about to let it go just yet.

"This seems indeed to be an improvement and as you know animals are said to be really perceptive of the mood coming from a person and it seemed to sense that Ms. Pierce was dead to the world, which made him react to her as not being there. It is not the first time this type of behavior has been noticed. But the really important issue is that the cat was stroked it means at least a little part of Ms. Pierce must be connected to the outside of her state because she is clearly responding to influences outside her self imprisonment. As you have stated the last time you were here you don't want Ms. Pierce to be forced to take anything against her will. I'm still not keen on the idea but as she seems to finally start to get at least more aware I would highly recommend you to start making her aware. It can be though talking or just like the cat try to bring her to respond to holding her hand or anything you can think of maybe a hug. Just try to get through to her."

"I will doctor thank you!"

Santana just wanted to get home and do something with Brittany. It was like the first ray of light on a summers day. It was promising for even better things to come and the young Latina was now smiling slightly in anticipation of what was to come.

She came home to Quinn sitting in the living room reading a magazine and Brittany still looking totally out of it next to her.

"Hey San, I tried to speak to her and stuff. Well as you can see nothing special happened. I'm glad you came by now cause I just got a phone call from the white rhino also known as Ms. Lauren Zizes that Mr. Hollister, who we represent in court nest month has come in and wants to see me ASAP. So I kind of have to go. I'll call you later so you can fill me in about what the doctor said."

"Okay and thank you for watching Britt for me." Santana called after her. Quinn turned around smiled and mouthed "Always." before disappearing out of the door.

They were once again alone in their apartment.

Brittany sat motionless on the couch and Santana saw tears flowing down her face again only this time she was sobbing quiet audibly so the Latina pulled her up from the couch and moved her onto the Queen sized bed in their bedroom. The Latina was used to Brittany not responding to physical contact and she didn't mind she just wanted to be near her so she lay next to her and cradled her like a new born and whispering words of comfort into her soft blonde locks.

Brittany was there. Again. The image stuck to her day and night. It didn't matte if she was awake or not the image had burned itself into her mind. She was at the dance studio choreographing steps with her crew when he came in. It all happened again in a blur. He pulled out a gun and in her head just resonated his voice "Should I kill you?" "No please don't kill me" it was her own voice drenched in fear and so far away. "But who should I kill instead?" Her mind goes blank and the only thing she can see is red and just as she is about to succumb to the darkness she can feel a faint warmth. She clings to it for dear life and for the first time what seemed like years the image seems to fade a bit. So that she can at least hope to fall into dreamless slumber to leave it behind her, if only for a moment.

The Latina wakes up with a start and realizes she is still in bed with Brittany. Still holding her tight. The blonde hadn't responded to her embrace and it was a little bit disappointing for the Latina who had hoped that she could get through to the blonde.

Just as she was about to lay down again she noticed that it wasn't all in vain. In fact a pale pinky had sneaked itself around her own and squeezed tightly. As if it was an anchor holding her in place.

A/N: So I guess now you have a good idea about what happened in general to Brittany. I hope I can update again tomorrow so enjoy and review please :)