Zoinks ! I'm updating again! Me and my friends will be going on a 20 mile run tomorrow then gettin drunk so I won't be able to post anything, hence this! Hope it keeps you satisfied till Monday. Some questions will be answered! Woohoo!

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Hope beyond hell

The hospital smell hit Addison as soon as she ran through the doors. Nostril burning lemon bleach and something indescribable underneath clawed at her senses, soaking into her pores.

The out of breath girl practically fell onto the reception desk in the far corner startling the receptionist. "Sa..Santana Lopez" she puffed out. The male receptionist studied her for a few seconds before typing the name into the computer.

Addison was used to this. She was 5ft9", wore ripped jeans and tight tank tops with a full sleeve of tattoos on one arm and half on the other. People tended to stare.

"We have a Santana Lopez in emergency resuss. Was she brought in via ambulance?" He questioned in a nazal voice.

Addison sighed and ran a shakey hand through her hair "I..I thinks so. I dunno...you guys called me! Is she ok. She has to be ok...what happened?". The tattooed girl was losing her thinly veiled composure.

Again the receptionist looked at her for a moment before typing something into the computer. "I've just paged the doctor who is with her. Follow the hall and turn right through the green doors. He will meet you there when he's available.".

The mousey blonde thought about arguing till she got the details of her friends condition but thought better of it. She turned and jogged down the hall. Unsure if her best friend was alive or not.

Quinn paced.

It's all she could do not to break down.

So she paced and paced.

She swore she would walk a hole in the floor if she had to wait any longer. The doctor wouldn't speak to her. She told him..well screamed at him that she had known Santana since they were 4. He calmly took his glasses off and gently informed her that Santana's emergency contact had been notified and they were on their way. As soon as they arrived, with permission, information about the Latinas condition would be available to the blonde.

That was 27 minutes ago. She was gonna tear Santana's emergency contact a new one when they finally showed up.

Again Quinn turned to pace across the room, but walked face first into a person. A toned, painful to walk into person!

She rubbed her face whilst mumbling a 'sorry' but when she got no reply she opened her eyes and there stood Santana's personal guard dog. And she was already bearing her teeth.

Addison jogged past the green doors in her worried state. She stopped and doubled back, rolling her eyes at herself. Once she finally reached them she paused. Did she really want to know what was on the other side. Was the news going to break her or was Santana ok? After several deep breaths she practically charged through the doors.

She had managed about 4 steps when she was abruptly halted by a body colliding with hers. Stepping back she noticed it was Quinn. She stood in silence waiting for the girl to open her eyes. A menacing snarl forming on the taller girls lips as the blonde stood shocked.

"I will ask this once and once only. What. The. Fuck . Did. You. Do. To. Her?" She practically hissed.

Quinn stepped back a little, actually intimidated by the other girl. She already had one painful memory thanks to her.

Quickly she spoke. "I did nothing. I went to her apartment, her neighbor told me San was in hospital. I ran here. Now you're here. Honest."

The tattooed girl stepped a little closer, causing Quinn's back to hit the wall. She decided to fight back.

Practically snarling, she spoke to the taller girl. "I've been here 30 minutes. They won't talk to me. Where the fuck have you been!?". The blonde girl stood straighter. She knew it was risky confronting the athletic girl but she always resorted to angry words when cornered.

Addison bristled at Quinn's tone. "halfway across the city interviewing at a fuckin strip joint because you" she poked a finger in Quinn's chest. "got me fired!".

Quinn pushed Addison's hand away "YOU PUNCHED ME!".

Addy grabbed the blondes collar and leaned in close. She opened her mouth but was interrupted by coughing behind her.

She dropped her hand and span round to be met by a tall doctor in blue scrubs. He took his glasses off and placed them in his pocket. The green eyed girl stepped forward, forgetting her almost fight with Quinn.

"I'm Addison Lehane...please tell me she's ok".

The doctor smiled sadly then looked behind her to Quinn.

"She can listen in..just tell me" she urged.

He nodded and cleared his throat. "Your friend was brought in via ambulance earlier. She was discovered unconscious in her apartment. Her heart stopped twice on the journey here. We managed to restart it she went into cardiac arrest here also. After a long fight we managed to get her back. Shall I continue?"

Quinn was now stood beside Addison . The taller girl stumbled a little, the blonde wrapped an arm around her to steady her. Enemy or not, Santana was special to her. Quinn respected that.

Numbly Addison nodded.

"from a tox screen we determined she overdosed on a type of pill used as a sleeping aid. Added to the excessive amount of alcohol in her system and blood loss, all combined caused her body to shut down." he paused for a moment letting the news sink in then carried on. "there was a large amount of vomit at the scene of her collapse, I believe her body tried to reject the pills and this has aided her strength slightly. she's currently stable. We have moved her to a private room on a high intensity ward. She's awake but drowsy. Once she's fully aware of her surroundings we'll have evaluate her condition again. She may have permanent damage to her internal organs. Only time will tell though. If you wish, I can take you to her. As i said, she is still drowsy, she may not recognise you or the fact you are actually there.". Both girls nodded frantically. Only making eye contact with each other for a brief moment before following the young doctor.

When they approached the room the doctor excused himself. Quinn cleared her throat causing Addison to look at her. "You. You go in. I'll wait out here. I don't think she'd want me seeing her like this." A fat tear rolled down her cheek. She didn't bother to wipe it.

Addison nodded knowing Quinn was right. Then turned and entered the dimly lit side room.

Stay strong. Don't cry. Be strong for your home girl. She's alive. She'll be ok. San is the strongest person you know.

All Addy's positive thinking flew out the window as she crossed the threshold. There sat her Santana. Her 'sista from another Mr'. Her best friend.

She was groaning slightly. Propped up by pillows and covered by light pink sheets. Her skin almost white. A needle was in her right hand, 3 separate lines feeding fluid into it. The tall girl thought about Santana 's blood cells picking up the nutrients and drugs then whizzing around her body, dispatching them to where they were needed most. Fixing the parts of her that were broken.

It's not just her body that's broken she thought.

As she slowly edged further into the room the latinas gaze lazily shifted to her.

A moment passed.

Then Santana's face crumpled and a sob bounced off the walls hitting Addison right in the chest. Tentative steps forgotten, she ran to her friends side and crawled up onto the bed, slipping in beside her and pulling her into a tight embrace. "I've got you San. It's ok" she whispered, laying kisses on the older girls head as she stroked her hand through her hair. "I'm so sorry I ran off like that. I'm sorry for what I said. It was bullshit..I love you so much San. You're so fuckin important to me...I'm sorry..." The latina began to struggle but Addy held her tightly. "It's ok...trust me. I've got you" She soothed.

Santana finally calmed. Silence overcame the room and the mousey blonde thought her friend had succumbed to sleep, but her croaky voice broke the calm.

"I wanted to die Addy...but I don't now.".

A shudder tore through Addison's body at this admission and tears poured from her eyes. "G, good. Be-because I don't think I could live if you gave up and le-left me". A whimper left her mouth and Santana squeezed her back.

"Us bitches stick...together...right Ad's?".

A tearful giggle sounded around the room as the younger girl nodded. "hells yea S."

Tears rolled freely down Quinn's face as she silently watched the friends from the gap in the door. She had always been secretly jealous of how close San and Britt were, and now she was seeing it all over again with a different girl.

But she could tell this was platonic. The girls acted like siblings rather than lovers and that fact put water on the blondes burning jealousy. I have to fix this. I want to be in her life again. I want to help her. I still love her, broken or not. With one final look she stepped away from the door and slumped into a plastic chair, sleep overcoming her now exhausted body.

Santana was laughing so hard she was holding her belly. It was a joyous sound for Quinn. She'd make her laugh all day if she could. She loved how her almond shaped eyes squinted. How her nose scrunched. Even how she shook her head slightly as if to tell herself it wasn't funny. Yup. Quinn was addicted to Santana's laugh. So, like any addict would, she strutted around her room modelling a Rachel Berry sweater she stole from the girls locker at gym that day. Screeching at the top of her voice about how much she deserved every solo more beautiful laughter from the girl perched on her bed.

"Yo Quinn. I got you a coffee." She jolted upright. A dream. She thought. Rotating her stiff neck she finally looked up to see a red eyed Addison shakily holding a cup towards her. Not wanting to upset the tentative truce they had she accepted and took a though she was a tea drinker.

The Luke warm liquid stuck to her tongue, favoring her breath. Taking one more gulp for good measure she sat the cup down on the floor and turned back to a now seated Addison. "how is she?" She asked nervously.

The girl shrugged and set her coffee on the empty chair between them. "She's fully awake. In pain. Upset. Scared. Feeling pretty shitty...but other than that? She's fantastic." She finished sarcastically.

Quinn nodded and looked to the room opposite.

"She's been taken for tests and scans. They need to check her heart too.".

The blonde nodded again, "any idea how bad it is?".

Addison shrugged and stood "you're the one who helped break it, you tell me".

That hit Quinn hard, she wanted to retort but she knew she deserved it.

After depositing her now empty cup in the trash can Addison took her previous seat next to Quinn. She took a deep breath and began to speak. "San is gonna hate me..but we need to talk. You need to know what went down that day at graduation and you need to know the damage you caused dropping her so easily". Quinn's breath caught in her throat. This is what she needed. Answers. Answers would help her fix things. They would lead her back to the girl she has loved since she was 9.