A/N: How wild was that last chapter?

Not wild enough?

Fine...I will top myself ;)

Wanky

-A

Hate To See Your Heart Break (Paramore)

She left me to deal with the consequences of her actions.

I didn't want this.

And as far as I was concerned...I hadn't done this.

But what are you to do when it's your face on the cameras and your fingerprints on the gun?

I can't run from this.

There was nowhere to hide.

And now she was gone.

Hiding inside my head...not answering my screams for her.

Leaving me to deal with the questions that I couldn't answer.

And through it all...hours and hours later...my wife still hadn't shown up.

There was no friendly face to turn to.

What the fuck was I supposed to do now?

They had me strapped to a bed and kept watching me out the sides of their eyes.

It was like they were waiting for me to explode.

And maybe if it had been her...she would have.

But she was in hiding now.

So I just sat there, staring out the window at the glow from the streets below.

There was no real reason for me to be strapped down but I wasn't sure when she would come back so I didn't try to fight it.

She needed to be put down, caged...

What she had done with my body had been nothing short of animalistic.

I didn't feel safe and so no one else should feel that way either.

"Santana?" I didn't respond.

Not because I didn't want to...but because I couldn't.

I had learned enough in my life to know that I needed to speak only to a lawyer when things got bad.

And things were definitely bad.

I looked up at the doctor and the uniformed officer that stood behind him and waited.

"You have been admitted for psychiatric evaluation, I understand that you may not feel comfortable speaking with such a heavy police presence. I just need you to answer some questions for me...a nod of the head is fine. Alright?"

I nodded, doing my best to look at only the doctor and not the cop.

He turned and gestured for the cop to have a seat...the cop didn't move.

The doctor sighed and then stepped closer to me.

"First off, I am Dr. Christi, I have already been in contact with your therapist. She tells me that you have been in treatment for multiple identities."

I nodded.

"Have you been taking medication for this disorder?"

I looked at him for a long moment and then dropped my head.

My therapist had been urging me to take the medication that she had prescribed me but I felt like it stumped my creative process and so I just didn't take them.

"So that's a no?"

I didn't look at him as I nodded this time.

He sighed and then cleared his throat.

"Do you remember what happened tonight?"

I looked at him and then the cop...

This was a tricky question.

Because yes, I did remember each and every terrifying thing that happened but then again...it hadn't been me doing them.

So I didn't answer.

He got the message.

"Okay...how about we go a little slower."

I nodded and looked at him with a small smile.

The cop though didn't look so pleased.

But he could go screw himself.

"Don't say another fucking word, Santana!"

I froze.

At first I thought she had come back from hiding but then I turned towards the door and saw my wife.

She looked like shit.

But all that mattered was that she was here.

It had been her who had cut off the doctor.

Her eyes were wild as she looked at me.

"Can I talk to my wife alone for a moment, please?" She said as she looked at the doctor.

He looked like he wanted to argue but the silent cop finally cut in.

"I think that would be a good idea, doc. If what you are saying about the personality thing is accurate then we are probably not going to get much out of her right now. She's not a threat...so I will clear this visit."

The doctor looked reluctant but then he shrugged, scribbled something on my chart and then he and the cop left.

And almost immediately as the door closed, I could breathe again.

She plopped down on the chair beside the bed and looked up at me with a cold expression.

It was her defense mechanism.

I had expected it.

You don't spend a decade around Quinn and not expect to see her protective layer when ever she has the potential to get hurt.

"Hey." I said with a scratchy voice.

It was the first time that I had used it since Q had left.

"I was gone for four hours." She said with a strained voice.

"I-"

She held her hand up and so, I stopped talking...she was obviously in lecture mode.

"You should have called me, Santana. The moment that you felt like there was a chance that things would go badly...you should have fucking called me and now...look at you. Look at what happens when you don't come to me!"

She was becoming hysterical,

And I felt guilty for the first time all night.

She was right...I should have stopped this.

I should have called her.

But I didn't.

I was already long gone before Q had even made it to the end of the driveway.

How could I have stopped what had already begun?

After she finished yelling at me, she cried.

I didn't move.

Didn't speak.

Didn't even fucking blink.

I just waited for her to finish.

My words wouldn't be heard until she was back to herself.

I knew that.

And she knew that I would wait.

It was one of those unspoken rules.

While she had been crying, I had just been watching the window again.

Staring off, trying to figure out just how I would get out of this.

Because, there was clearly no easy way.

After enough time had passed, I felt her hand slip into mine.

She squeezed and I squeezed back.

I finally looked up at her and her mask was back on.

But not completely.

"Will you tell me anything that I want to know?"

I nodded.

"All you have to do is ask."

A/N: So many cliffhangers today! Two chapters today so far...just in case you are keeping track! :) Are you up for a third?