Oh. My. God! Today has been hardcore! I have been running, cycling, rowing and working on core strength. Got home at around 6pm and felt ok, so I strapped my foot up and had another little run down the woods! :) Loved today so much!
Soooo, since I'm all happy and stuff. I guess I should make you guys happy too.
Here's another chapter ;)
It was a rainy Wednesday when they found out.
It was if the sun knew not to shine. As if it too, was upset for the broken latina.
Quinn remembered it clearly. Every crisp detail. Even down to the colour of the pens in Doctor Fosters crisp white lab coat.
She blamed her mind.
She had trained it throughout Yale to pick up every tiny detail and file it away neatly incase required. It was an amazing asset to have in college, a phenomenal one to have in the courtroom. But it was a curse when all you wanted to do was forget.
Forget how Santana's face crumpled.
Forget how Addison kicked a chair across the room.
Forget how the love of your life looked at the exact moment she gave up.
She wanted to walk away and forget it all. Pretend it had never happened. This couldn't happen! Santana was 24. She was an ex cheerio. She worked out twice a day every day in school. She was perfect.
But life happened. She started smoking. Turned to alcohol. Even started doing drugs.
Her body was too thin, her skin dull, her hair dry.
She got out of breath easily. Slept erratically. Refused to eat.
She took an overdose.
An overdose.
Overdose.
That word. Three syllables. Eight letters.
It had ruined everything before it started. Before Quinn managed to apologise. Before they could talk. Before she could look into Santana 's eyes and see a future with her.
Santana needed a heart transplant. They...the doctors had hoped steroids and antibiotics would aid it's recover. But it didn't.
Her lifestyle had initially caused some damage, but the overdose practically finished it off.
Now she needed a new heart.
A new heart!
Somebody had to die for her to live.
Santana's blood type was rare.
She needed a rare heart.
Quinn always knew San's heart was special.
Now she wishes it weren't.
She wishes a million things.
All of them include the girl.
She has to survive this.
She has to.
Quinn's eyes were swollen and red. She was afraid. In the her arms lay the girl in question. Exhausted by her emotions, she had drifted into a deep sleep. The blonde holding her tightly for the past hour or so. Afraid the latina would disappear if she let go
Addison had stormed out of the room soon after kicking the chair. Quinn didn't blame her. Santana was special. The mere thought of losing her terrifying. And Quinn knew the tattooed girl did not handle fear well.
Another hour had passed. Addison hadn't returned. Quinn was becoming worried. Santana was still sound asleep, so the blonde slowly slipped from the bed, pausing to press a kiss to her cheek and went in search of the tattooed girl..
It was relatively easy to find her. As Quinn exited the room, she checked to her right and instantly spotted the taller girl. She was sat at the nurses station looking hard at the desk. Quinn frowned and approached with curiosity. As she neared the younger girl spotted her.
"Quinn." she said stoicly, before looking back at the desk and hurriedly hiding sheets of paper.
"What are you doing?" Asked the blonde softly. Edging closer she saw they were medical bills. And next to the girls casted arm lay a cheque book. "You're...you're paying for this?"
Addison sighed and slumped into her chair. "Yea...I'm tryin to find any way I can prioritize her for a transplant"
Quinn's heart all about broke. There was that word again. "I don't think you can do that honey". She whispered, voice quivering.
"I know...I just...I feel so..." Addison's face screwed up in anger, she hit her cast against the table. "Fuckin useless!".
Quinn reached out to put a calming hand on the girls shoulder, but was shrugged away. The blonde felt momentarily hurt, but this was Addison. She wasn't exactly flowers and hugs. Sitting staighter the hazel eyed girl continued. "So...how..Do you have..."
"San has basic medical cover, Q. The rest...I've managed to pay myself." The athletic girl knew what Quinn was trying to ask.
"Medical bills are expensive Addison. Even with basic cover!"
The tall girl shrugged. "When I said I had money saved...That I wanted to travel, end up slingin drinks at that fancy bar...I wanted to own that bar Quinn." The blondes eyes widened comically, any other day the girl opposite would have laughed. But not today. Not when even the sun hid away in sadness. "I've been saving money since I was nine." she shrugged. "When your dad beats you every night and you fall asleep to your moms cries for help, when he starts to come into your room every night...you kinda grow up quick.". Quinn looked on at the girl wondering just how many layers she had. "I ran away when i was 17. Scored a job in some fucked up bar...did things I ain't proud of and saved every fuckin penny. Lived in the shittiest places. Spent the absolute minimum.". Fire burned behind bright green eyes as the girl continued. "I was determined I wouldn't end up like them. Like him!". She paused calming herself down a little. "Now. I'm just doing what needs to be done...I'm just grateful I can afford this.". She finished, gesturing to the paperwork around her.
Quinn was stunned. She had judged the girl from the moment she met her. And she regretted it more than anyone would ever know. "Addison.". She breathed.
"Just leave it Quinn...please." She pleaded softly.
Quinn nodded. Emotions of every kind flooding her body.
"And...please don't tell San..I..". She was cut off mid sentence as a body wrapped itself around her. She was momentarily stunned, but after a few seconds she wrapped her arms around the blonde.
"You're amazing Addison" choked out the smaller girl.
Addy giggled a little. "And you're just plain weird Q."
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Three more weeks it had taken. Three weeks of stupid, mind numbing, wall climbing pathetic, dull, brain destroying days of being poked, prodded and analyzed till Santana was finally fit enough for release. She would have been home sooner if she had actually spoken to her assigned therapist. But she constantly refused. Finally Quinn had had enough and arranged one outside of the hospital for the latina, offering to pick up the costs.
After days of pleading, the latina begrudgingly agreed and she was released.
Today she got to go home.
Well.
To Quinn's.
Quinn had insisted both girls stay with her indefinitely. It made sense to the blonde.
There was no rent. Santana was close and Addison...well, it was just her way of thanking the girl.
If Santana did get better. If they did move to LA. The apartment was definitely the tattooed girls if she wanted it. Judy would have a fit, but Quinn knew she would win.
"What the hell is taking so long!". Grumbled the latina as she impatiently paced back and forth. Addison and Quinn laughed at her childish tone, earning a death glare from the girl. Which only caused another bout of giggles. "I liked it more when you hated each other.". Moaned the dark haired girl.
"Meh, there's still somethin there...don't worry Tana." Shrugged Addison. Quinn nodded and Santana rolled her eyes.
"Well hello pretty ladies" Announced the same blue eyed orderly that had looked after Santana when she was first admitted. "I come bearing transport, for the beautiful Miss Lopez.". Again he swung a wheelchair from behind him. As Quinn quietly seethed in the corner. Unaware of Addison's amused eyes.
Grumbling about vampires, Santana dropped into the chair and pointed at the door. "adelante". She commanded. The orderly obeying.
Addison and Quinn fell into step behind the two as the walked or wheeled toward the exit. The taller girl shoulder bumping the blonde. "You were totally jealous!" she teased, causing Quinn's face to redden.
"As a matter of fact, I don't get jealous!" She rallied back.
"Really Q?" The shorter girl nodded defiantly. "Me and San...we've totally had sex!". Quinn stopped, anger and apprehension and clear as day jealousy growing on her face. Addison let out a bark of laughter looking at the girl. "Ewww Quinn! As if!..me and San are like sisters...that's just gross!".
"There is something wrong with you." Hissed the blonde. A bark playful hint to her voice. Addison smiled and jogged ahead to catch up with Santana.
"You got jealous though!". She laughed over her shoulder.
Quinn shook her head as she began walking again. What have I got myself into?
Ok...so its short and I'm sorry. But its better than nothing right!? :)
Tomorrow is a race day for me, so next update will prob be Saturday...but I'm already writing the next chapter so who knows. Hopefully I can update.
Hope this chapter answered a few questions.
The next one will be a pretty long one. Promise.
Love you all! ;)
Loadsa thanks and Hugs.
Daisy x