Quinn knew something was wrong. She felt it as soon as it started. The latina in her lap breathed in deeply but stopped and tensed midway through her inhale. Tan fingers dug into her pale ones. Her loves body now stiff in utter pain. Quickly the blonde slid from under the brunette and let her take her place on the stool. She was now stood in front of Santana, calling her name worriedly and repeatedly as she watched beautiful chocolate eyes roll into the back of her head.
Then it happened.
A yelp of pain escaped the smaller girls lips and she went limp.
Quinn dropped to her knees, lowering the latina slowly to the floor. She could hear the frantic voices of her two high school friends now beside her, but she could only see Santana. Her lips turning blue, her skin almost as white as her own.
Arms wrapped around her midsection pulling her away and up to her feet.
She could hear screaming. It was deafening. Two EMT's knelt down next to the girl she loved. They placed a mask over her perfect nose, her normally luscious lips. One of them started pumping the bag attached to the mask.
The screaming was getting louder.
Her sides were hurting.
They were attaching sticky pads to Santana 's chest now.
Her beautiful love convulsed and raised from the floor slightly, her back arching violently off the ground.
Why did her sides hurt so much.
The screaming was now sobbing.
She looked to Rachel, it wasn't her. She was stood frozen.
Kurt was crying, but it looked silent.
Santana was on a stretcher now. She was being taken away.
They couldn't take her away. She'd only just got the stunning, one of a kind girl back into her life.
The sobbing turned back into screaming again.
She couldn't breath.
Santana disappeared from her view, into the elevator.
Her knees went weak, but she didn't fall.
The blonde noticed arms wrapped around he waist. One tattooed, one with a cast.
The tattooed one bleeding and full of scratches.
Quinn looked at her hands, her fingertips covered in blood.
Did I do that?
The arms released, slowly steadying the blonde.
Quinn turned around, Addison's face was pale but stoic.
It was then, the blonde realised.
The screams were coming from herself.
Addison caught her before she dropped to the floor.
The tattooed girl holding her tightly as she fell apart completely in her arms.
This couldn't be happening.
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7 hours later.
Addison still hadn't spoken. Quinn was beginning to get worried. The girl hadn't even touched Santana since they were allowed into the ICU ward. The younger girl just sat there. Stiff posture. Hands folded in her lap. Her eyes trained on the latina, constantly scanning her body then flicking to the machine providing all the needs her body no longer could.
Santana.
Quinn's hazel eyes landed on the brunettes face. She was cradling her right hand within her own. It was limp. It didn't feel like Santana. The girl in the bed didn't look like her. Quinn was finding all of this hard to believe.
Three weeks.
Three weeks is how long the latina would last on life support before the drugs used to keep her stable would cause irreparable damage to the rest of her organs.
Three weeks to find a rare heart to replace an equally rare one.
Quinn prayed as she looked on, her hands gripping the latinas.
She prayed for a miracle.
Offering up her own life in return.
Addison was frozen. This shouldn't be happening. Couldn't be happening.
Her eyes scanned the monitors.
Everything was stable right now.
For now.
She watched as Quinn's eyes closed and her head bowed, as her lips moved silently in prayer.
Addison would pray, but she gave up believing in God long ago.
She had to do something.
Anything.
An idea hit her in the face and she stood. Quinn looked up at her with red, questioning eyes. "I'm gonna fix this Q...I have to.". She insisted, before dashing out of the intensive care unit.
47 minutes later.
Kurt, Rachel and Brittany silently approached the curtained area where Santana lay. Quinn was asleep, her head on the bed as her body sat leaned over in a chair. Rachel took the lead noticing the other two friends were hesitant to step up to the bed.
She knelt down and placed a hand on the blondes knee. Quinn's head shot up, and she looked toward Santana with hopeful eyes. Rachel felt immensely guilty as she saw the hope fade. Eventually Quinn noticed the diva's hand on her knee. Her eyes locked with Rachel's. "We...we wanted to come see you. And Santana. See if we could do anything...we want to help.". She said quietly.
Quinn smiled sadly. "I...I don't think there's anything anyone can do Rachel.". Croaked the blonde. Her throat dry and sore from all the screaming and sobbing earlier that day.
Kurt walked around to the other side of the bed, leaning over and placing a soft kiss on the latinas forehead. "You have to wake up sleeping beauty.". He whispered. Eyes filling with tears.
Quinn watched as the smartly dressed man pulled a seat up to the bed and sat obediently by Santana 's side. "you can take Addy's chair for now Rach. She left about an hour ago.". Rachel nodded and pulled the chair next to Quinn's, the blonde instantly resting her head upon the short girls shoulder. "I'm scared Rachel.". She breathed. "I've only just got her back and she's dying.". A shudder ran through the hazel eyed girls body.
Brittany had remained unnoticed. Silently stood by the entrance to the ward. But hearing her best friend so broken, and seeing her first love lay lifeless in the hospital bed caused a small sob to escape her mouth. The dancer turned her body immediately. It was a bad idea coming here. But she wanted to be there for her best friend. Another sob escaped her mouth. She shook her head violently and stepped forward to leave. But a body crashed into her back. Stunned she turned, as soon as she did, Quinn forced her way into her strong arms. Wrapping her own around the blue eyed girl. "Q...". She cried.
"Oh..God...Britt...". Sobbed the shorter girl. Right now she needed her best friend. Even if they were at odds with each other. Even if it was over Santana. She was scared, hurting, alone, feeling broken and unfixable. Brittany had always managed to sooth her. Just like she was now. Wrapped in the tight embrace of her best friend, she finally felt less alone.
Both girls cried into each others arms. Apologies made. Forgiveness given. All without words.
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Addison flexed her arm. Joan looked at her with a sceptical gaze. "J...just please. I have to know if I can do anything...even if it's just giving her blood incase she gets a heart. I have to do something.". The tattooed girls voice cracked and the short nurse relented.
"Ok honey. We'll see if you can help her out.". She assured. Prepping the viles into which the tall girls blood would be collected.
A tear rolled down Addison's face in relief. "Thank you.". She breathed earnestly.
Joan smiled sadly and nodded, before piercing tattooed skin with the needle.
Another update! Woohoo. I know its kinda short, sorry :0
I had a pretty nasty assed nightmare during my nap and couldn't get back to sleep. So I did what I do best when I'm anxious...I went to the gym. Lol!I've only just got back and it's just gone half past midnight here in the UK, so there won't be another update for a few hours...I gotta sleep some time :D
I really hoped you liked.
Sorry I made some of you cry in the last chapter!
Lots of hugs and love for you amazing people who brighten my day!
Daisy x