The tattooed girls shaking arm stilled. Her eyes opened. "I'm sorry.". She whispered.
Brittany knew it was too late.
The now calm girl squeezed the trigger.
BANG.
Brittany 's eyes closed on instinct at the loud noise ripping through the small room. She didn't stop her. She failed.
"Put that fucking gun down now!". The blondes eyes snapped open as Quinn's voice echoed around the room. Relief washed over her as she saw a confused Addison sat , blinking rapidly.
The door the blonde had just burst through swung backwards from the wall it had just hit and clicked shut.
Quinn pushed past the dancer and stood directly in front of the confused girl. "I said put it down.". She growled.
Addison was shocked, angry, confused. She had no idea what had just happened. She pulled the trigger. But it hadn't fired. It hadn't clicked. I didn't take the safety off! . "FUCK!". She screamed, hitting herself in the temple with the beretta.
"Hey, calm down Addy..ok.?". Soothed Quinn. "we're all gonna get through this. No one.". She stated firmly. "Is gonna die."
"she will if you don't let me do this Quinn!". Cried the taller girl, her whole body shaking with adrenaline.
"Addison, you cannot think like that...we have to be strong. We have to believe it's going to work out...we can't give up on her.". Urged the blonde.
"I'm not giving up! I'm making sure she survives!". Snapped Addison.
"BY KILLING YOURSELF! HOW IS SUICIDE NOT GIVING UP!? HUH!?". Quinn was livid.
"BECAUSE IT'S FOR HER QUINN!". screamed the tattooed girl. "Tell me you wouldn't her rather live than me...tell me and I'll put this gun down right now." she finished in a whisper, her hand holding the pistol dropping to her knees.
Quinn's eyes watered. The emotion in Addison's voice hitting her repeatedly like waves on a stormy beach. "I don't want anyone to die.". She breathed.
Brittany took this opportunity to step up beside the shorter blonde. "Please, just think about how this would do to San...She loves you Addison. So much.".
"what the fuck does it matter if she's dead!?". The tattooed girl shook her head violently and raised the gun back up to her temple, making sure to click the safety off this time.
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Kurt couldn't stay away. He had left earlier promising to return tomorrow, but he wanted to be with Santana. Even if she didn't know he was there.
With 5 years of guilt weighing down on his shoulders, he pushed through the doors to see the curtains drawn around the latinas bed. Instantly his heart dropped. His mind thinking the worst. "Please no.". He whispered to himself as he pulled the curtain back.
Doctors and nurses all stopped still and turned to face him. "Please leave this area sir." one of the nurses requested as he stood frozen to be spot. "We're prepping Ms. Lopez for surgery, you can't be here.".
His head tilted. "Surgery?.."
The nurse sighed and stepped away from the bustle, placing her arms on the rising fashion stars shoulders, pushing him back through the curtain and away from the bed. " Yes Mr?."
"Oh..Hummel. Kurt Hummel." he offered.
"Ok Mr Hummel. Yes , we are prepping Ms. Lopez for surgery. A donor has become available and we need to act fast. Now if you could please..." She looked past him towards the doors and he smiled, tears in his eyes and nodded. Turning, he jogged out onto the corridor and dialed Quinn's number to chastise her lack of communication skills.
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Quinn's phone rang for the sixth time. "Just fuckin answer it Q, before j put a bullet through your head." snapped the still shaking girl.
Quinn pulled her phone from the back pocket of Santana's skinny jeans she was wearing and slid her thumb across the screen. "Kurt this is a bad time.". She sighed. Her voice shaking.
Brittany's eyes flicked between the smaller blonde and the tattooed girl. She noted how Addison's eyes were closed tightly, the pistol still raised to her temple. Her heart ached for the younger girl, it also beat with pride and fear at how far the girl was willing to go to save the latina. The dancer was broken out of her ministrations by the sound of Quinn's phone shattering on the floor.
"She has a heart." sobbed the shorter blonde, falling to her knees. "They...they found her a h..a hea...heart..Thankyou God...she has a heart.".
Brittany remained speechless as she watched her best friend cry with relief. Addison lowered the gun from her temple, much the same.
"please don't be lyin Q...". Whispered the tattooed girl. Quinn's eyes locked onto pleading green ones.
"I'm not Addy...she..she's going into surgery now..".
Addison let it a mix between a laugh and a sob. She was relieved beyond words. Slowly she lowered the pistol and ejected the magazine. Clicking the bullet out , she placed it in her pocket and slid off the bench. Moments later Quinn's arms were wrapped around her in a fierce hug, quickly followed by Brittany's.
"Don't ever scare us like that again.". Chastised the Yale graduate.
"The world needs you too.". Quietly added Brittany.
Addison nodded, unable to speak. Her emotions over the last 24hours finally pushing through her barriers causing the youngest of the three to break down. She's gonna live...she's gonna fuckin live.
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She could hear voices. They were muffled as though she were underwater. Their tones were hushed but she could sense excitement...and maybe quarreling. Her eyelids felt heavy, like they were stuck. She tried to blink but nothing happened.
Moving on she began to assess her position.
She was in a bed...there was a faint, but regular beating.
Hospital! She was in hospital.
The last the thing she remembered was sitting in Quinn's lap.
Quinn!...she could feel soft hands masaging her left, running their thumbs over her knuckles and fingers. Quinn's here. The blonde always played with her fingers when she was nervous. The latina then realised her chest didn't feel tight or heavy. Am I ok...?
"listen douchberry..I swear on all that I love, that if you do not stop insisting I sing, I will tear your tiny legs off and donate them to the poor abused dolls on the children's ward...GOT ME!?"
Santana's eyes snapped open. She knew that voice. Addison.
"I was merely suggesting you try out your vocal range on an open mic night, you seem like you have a wonderful voice." rallied the Broadway star.
"Guys.". Called Quinn, noticing Santana's eyes open. Her heart soaring and a smile spreading across her lips.
"How the fuck can someone seem to have a nice voice!?". Asked Addison, aghast at the other girls suggestion.
"Guys!.". Called Quinn more forcefully, tearing her eyes from the sleepy, dazed chocolate orbs looking back at her.
"I'm a world class singer and Broadway star Addison, I have talents you couldn't comprehend. One of those being my ability to seek out hidden talent, I believe your voice is such a thing.". She smiled smugly.
"She's right.". Chimed in Brittany who was sat next to the tattooed girl. "She showed me my cat could skateboard!" she added excitedly, before dropping her head a little. "She's dead now...wheeled right into the road." Addison looked between the two speechless.
"GUYS!". shouted Quinn, finally receiving all of the rooms attention. "She's waking up.". She smiled.
Hey! So I thought you deserved a happy ending to a chapter for once! Lol!
Sorry to make you all so sad in the last couple of chapters, but encased you haven't noticed, I loves me my angst!
Soooo, I let Addy live...a fair few of you seem to really like her character and I didn't wanna upset you any further. ;D
There's probably two maybe three more chapters in this story left (just a warning)
I really hope you liked this one!
Thanks for carrying on doing all that reading and reviewing.
Love Daisy x ;)