Hello again. :) sorry for only updating twice yesterday, I'm currently training for a marathon and a twelve mile assault course race. Yesterday the unthinkable happened and I hurt my foot really badly, so I was whisked away for xrays and treatment. Which left no time for updates o_O. I'm devastated at the moment and really angry with myself, but I'm sure adding a few chapters and knowing you guys are enjoying them will cheer me up. Reading your reviews from the last couple already has. :))))
Soooo, here goes.
Much love ;)
Daisy x
Breakable.
Slowly Quinn became aware of a distant, steady beeping. She felt a hand caressing her own, another running gently over her hair. The beeping got closer and louder as she slowly awoke from her slumber. Then, like a bucket of ice, it all hit her. Addison's phone call. Santana's heart failure. Addison running away. She shot upright, her back popping and snapping in protest of the sudden movements, but the blonde didn't care.
Wide hazel eyes locked with bloodshot chocolate and Quinn sighed in relief. "San...". She whispered, hating how weak her voice was.
Santana still held Quinn's hand in her left, she squeezed it weakly. "wha...what...". The latina began coughing.
Quinn stood quickly, pulling a bottle of water from her bag and opening it. "Small sips S.". Advised the blonde as she held the bottle to the girls lips. Soon the latina had had enough and Quinn pulled the bottle away, placing it on the stand next to the bed and sitting down again.
"what happened". Croaked the ill girl. The blonde shook her head, eyes filling with tears.
"I'...I don't know babe...I, I'll go get a doctor for you." The blonde stood to leave, but a weak hand on her wrist stopped her in her tracks. So reminiscent of the last time the girls met.
"Don't bullshit me Q...Just lay it...lay it on me". The brunette raised her chin in defiance and she knew she had won from the look in the other girls eyes.
Quinn yet again took her seat. Her hand intertwining with Santana's. She needed to feel the girl, assure herself that she was awake. That she was alive! After collecting herself the blonde held onto the shorter girls hand tighter. "Your heart San...it's weak. The pills you took...they think they damaged it. It keeps beating too fast..they keep having to shock it. They were worried about you not getting enough oxygen...that your heart wasn't pumping enough blood...they think you may need to go on the donor list.". Quinn bowed her head as she finished, a lone tear running down her porcelain face and onto the pink bed sheet below.
Santana's world had stopped for a moment. Her heart wasn't working properly. It's broken. She internally laughed at how ironic her current situation was. Donor list. Rang through her mind. She was scared, in fact she was petrified. The broken girl regretted overdosing more than anything. She didn't want to be left with a half life. Even though the past 5 years have been hell and she has suffered unthinkable pain, she had met one of the most genuine, caring people to exist. A person who helped make the good days outweigh the bad. Someone who saw something in her, a spark, remnants of the flame that once burned inside with passion. Addison had helped her through so much already. Hope filled the latina, she didn't want to die, she'd told Addison the same. She knew her friend would help her, give her strength and push her forward. With Quinn back in her life and her best friend by her side, she would make it. Santana Lopez would survive and become stronger. "Where's Addy?". She questioned, her eyes drifting to the closed door then back to Quinn.
The blonde froze. "I...I don't know..."
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It was if she were watching it happen from above. She saw him hold out his hand. She saw him shrug. Then she heard it. That name. One half of the team that set her girl on a path to self destruction. Again the world around her became fast and slow at the same time.
She felt herself lunge forward from her stool, colliding with his heavy frame. Both of them tumbling to the ground. She felt her face hit his chin as they hit the sticky floor with a thud. Before the pain from that set in her arm was already cocked back and she released an almighty, bone crunching punch to his nose. His scream of pain muffled under the white noise playing through her ears.
She didn't stop. Pain shooting through her broken hand as she alternated punches.
His hands were raised covering his face, he managed to send a sharp, shocking elbow into her temple. The tattooed girl swayed, she felt blood pour from her cheek. How many hits had he got in!? slowly her punches and jabs were becoming weaker, she was tiring.
Strong muscular arms wrapped around her waist and hoisted her into the air. She kicked and screamed, writhed and spat. She had to kill him. He was Finn. Finn fuckin Hudson. He'd bet Brittany to get San to fall in love. He'd helped break her heart. She had to break him!
But another set of arms joined the ones already around her. The next thing she knew she was outside. Then she was in a car. The back of a car. A car with a cage separating her from the front. Oh fuck. It was a police car.
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Santana looked at Quinn in shock. The blonde had just informed her of the events that had taken place whilst she was unconscious. Her mind was whirring a million miles a minute. She remembered how she had blocked the girl out. How she had ignored every grumble, every bribe, every plea and every watery apology.
Two days the latina had shut her friend out. And now Addison wasn't there. She had left. Again.
"Stop whatever is running through that head of yours San.". Commanded Quinn. The brunettes gaze focused on her now. "She just needed space. She was scared for you...we both were...are.". The blonde smiled sadly. "She'll come back. I know it.".
Santana wasn't so sure. "After she hit you...I..". The brunette shook her head. "I wouldn't talk to her. I was so fuckin angry. She had no right...she's been on your back since you met..and I pushed her away..got pissed because she was being protective.". Her head dropped. "She's probably gone for good...wouldn't blame her.". Mumbled the former cheerleader.
Quinn's initial joy of hearing Santana stick up for her, get angry for her, with her best friend was short lived. The doubt that crossed the girls face hit her hard, like a punch in the gut. The blonde knew she was the one to plant that seed. That fear of rejection. Brittany and Finn added the water, and now it was as visible as a 100 year old redwood. Opening her mouth to speak, the sound of Alicia Keys cut her off.
Blushing slightly and apologizing, she pulled her phone from her bag. Now recognising the number she answered instantly. "Addison!". She said happily. Curiosity and relief flooded Santana's face. "Where are you?! San is awake.".
"OH THANK FUCK.."
The tattooed girls joyous shout was heard by Santana as Quinn pulled the phone away from her ear. The blonde shook her head then continued. "Are you coming back?". She looked shyly at the girl in front of her. "S misses you.". She added quietly. The latina frowning at the admission made on her behalf.
"I miss her too." Sighed Adddison. "But i'm kind of in a jam Q.".
The blonde tilted her head and urged the other girl to continue.
"You see...I kinda, maybe...well I am.."
"Just spit it out girl before I put my hand down this phone and kill you!" Growled Quinn.
Addison chuckled. "you been spendin too much time with me blondie.". Another breath came through the line. "I'm in trouble. Can you come bail me outta jail?.".
Quinn laughed, she laughed hard and loud. Santana looked on in puzzled wonder. "J...Ja...Jail! You've been gone.." the blonde looked at her watch. "7 and a half hours and you're in jail!?". Addison grumbled about it technically being a holding cell in a police station, causing Quinn to laugh harder. "O...Ok, I will be there..wi, within the hour...ha..you're special girl." she wheezed out after laughing so hard.
After getting the address Quinn ended the call and looked up to the now furious latina lay in bed.
Standing she leaned over and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'll be back soon.". She smiled at the shocked look on her former co captain's face and backed out of the room waving goodbye.
Santana sat in shock for a moment, her hand raising up to where Quinn's lips touched her skin momentarily. A smile crept onto her face as she felt the old familiar tingle that the blondes lips never failed to cause.
So there's a few things that are gonna go down in the next couple of chapters, I just needed this one the build up to them. Hope ya liked. There will be more to come today. :)
Daisy x