Hi all! You guys were pretty upset and shaken up from the last chapter, and I'm sorryyyy. I hope you all forgive me for putting you through that. A few people were pleading and hoping that I won't have Santana's mind all messed up and only remember Brittany and break up Dantana. You guys don't have to worry about Santana ending up with Brittany, I promise!
Here's Chapter 5, enjoy!
"She's my girlfriend, why? Can I speak to Santana please? What is going on?"
I hear the officer sigh quietly. "I'm sorry, but Santana was just hit by a car."
Dani's POV
After hearing those words, by body went completely numb. "She…she what?" Immediately, tears began running down my face and I can feel myself hyperventilating and I start to have a small panic attack. The officer hears my heavy breathing and he attempts to calm me down.
"Dani try to calm down and take slow, deep breaths, okay? They are taking Santana to Bellevue Hospital Center. Do you know where that is?" Officer Blake asked.
"Y-yes," I manage to say as I tried to control my breathing. I am still standing in the same spot, unable to move as a million thoughts run through my head. The worst thoughts I can think, Santana ending up in a coma or paralyzed, or worse, dead. The tears keep coming and I begin to sob violently.
"Dani, I know what you're thinking. You need to stay positive, okay? The doctors will do everything they can to make sure Santana is ok. Does she have any family here you can call to meet you at the hospital?"
"No, she just moved to New York almost a week ago. Her parents and family live in Ohio." I sniff. Oh shit, her parents. They will we be devastated. Santana has only been here a few days and she gets hit by a car. Her parents will probably want her to move back home after this.
"Okay. Would you be up to calling them, or would you like us to take care of that?" The officer offered.
"No, I'll call them."
"Alright, well I need to get back with my team and help out with the investigation. Head over to Bellevue and the doctors will update you on her condition as soon as they can."
I finally gather the strength to move and I walk over to my closet. "Okay. Thank you officer." I hang up with the cop and I notice that my hands and arms are shaking just like they were when I got the call about my mom being rushed to the hospital when she suffered a heart attack due to complications from her cancer. Thoughts of that tragic day fill my mind, coupled with the thoughts of Santana in a hospital bed bruised up and hooked to tubes and wires and I lose it. I can't lose another person I love, I just can't.
Seconds later, my phone rings and I see my sister's name on the caller ID. I answer the call and attempt to speak through by sobs and shortness of breath.
"Dani? What's wrong?" Denise asked, concerned.
"S-santana…" was all I could get out.
"Santana what? Did you guys have a fight?" Dani told her older sister about the situation with Brittany, so she figured Denise thought it didn't end well.
"No, she…she.." I still couldn't get myself to repeat what happened. I clenched my eyes shut, trying to stop the tears, but it was useless.
"Dani, you're scaring me. Is Santana okay?" Denise asked anxiously.
"No. She was..she was hit by a car. They just rushed her to Bellevue." I broke out into heavier cries.
"What?! Okay, I'm on my way home now. I'll be there in about five minutes. Pack a small bag of her things, a change of clothes, underwear, and any other essentials and be ready when I get there."
"Okay." After hanging up with my sister, I grab my purse and a small duffle bag and toss it on the bed. I grab a few pairs of Santana's underwear from the dresser and I quickly pick out two pairs of her shorts and two tank tops. I run to the bathroom and grab deodorant, her toothbrush and a small bottle of travel shampoo and conditioner. This process is all too familiar. After my mom was diagnosed with cancer, Denise and I were always packing a bag for her during her stays at the hospital.
Before I know it, I get a text from my sister letting me know that she's downstairs. I sniff the mucus I feel rushing down my nose and wipe my tear stained face with the back of my hand as I double check the bag to make sure I'm not leaving anything behind.
I shoulder the duffle bag and grab my purse and glance around my room one more time. My eyes land on my guitar and without thinking, I grab that too and head downstairs to meet Denise.
"What happened?" Denise immediately asked once I hopped into the passenger seat and put on my seat belt.
"We were on the phone after she finished talking to Brittany. She was on her way home and she was telling me how it went and…" The tears began to stream again as I recalled everything that occurred within the last 15 minutes.
"It's okay. She'll be okay, just think positive. Have you called her parents?"
"Shit! Not yet, I almost forgot." I buried my face into my hands as Denise rushed to the hospital in the annoying New York City traffic.
"Do you want me to call them?" She asked.
"Please? I…I don't think I can do it." I was so grateful for Denise offering to call Santana's parents. I know that I'll break down again and scare them, making them worry even more.
"Of course. I'll call them as soon as we get there."
We make it to the hospital in ten minutes and I run inside while Denise stays behind in the parking garage to call Santana's parents. I get to the front desk in the lobby and frantically ask where my girlfriend has been taken. There's a middle-aged woman behind the desk and she checks the charts.
"Santana Lopez, yes, she was taken up a few minutes go," she said as she scanned the clipboard in front of her.
"Okay, where? May I see her please?" I pleaded.
She gave me an apologetic look. "I'm sorry ma'am, but she's in surgery right now, so you're going to have to wait here in the lobby for the doctor to come and give you an update."
"Surgery?! Why does she need surgery?" I begin to panic once again.
"Calm down ma'am, a doctor will be down shortly to answer any questions you have. May I ask your name and relation to Ms. Lopez so I can let them know who's here for her?"
"She's my girlfriend. My name is Dani Price." I see the way the woman's face turns up when I say she's my girlfriend and it makes my blood boil. I really don't feel like dealing with anyone's homophobic glares and finger pointing.
"Ok. I'll make a call and let the doctors on her case know you're here. You can have a seat in the waiting area in the mean time," she says with a phony smile.
I walk over to the waiting area and take a seat. A few moments later Denise is walking in and she comes to sit beside me.
"Did you speak to her parents?" I ask.
"Yeah, they're pretty shaken up. They are catching the next flight out here and should be here tonight."
"Okay."
"What did they say? When can we go see her?"
I'm trying my best to hold it together, but it's very difficult. "She's in surgery," I choke out. "God, if she doesn't make it-"
"Hey, don't even think that," Denise interrupts me. "I'm sure she'll be fine."
"How do you know that, Denny? You don't know that!" I'm just being realistic. Anything can happen, and I don't want to get my hopes up.
"I don't. But you have to believe it. You can't sit here and think the worst. It won't be doing you any good," my sister stated. "Look at you, you're a shaking mess, Dan. Try to calm down okay?" She gently rubs my back in an attempt to calm me down.
"I'm trying."
We sat in the waiting room for what seemed like an eternity. I called Rachel and Christine to let them know what happened and they told me to keep them posted. After about 30 minutes, a woman in light blue scrubs approached me and Denise.
"Dani Price?"
I bolted up out of my seat. "Yes? Is Santana okay?" I ask, hopeful.
"I'm doctor McKay. We just finished operating on Santana and she's in stable condition."
I am so relieved; I feel my shoulders rest a little for the first time after they've been up above my ears for the past hour.
"She had some internal bleeding so we had to operate right away. She also suffered a concussion; she has a fractured rib and a sprained wrist. Judging by how hard the impact was, she's lucky she hasn't endured additional severe injuries. I'd say it's a miracle that she's alive," the doctor explained.
"And what about the bastard who hit her?" Denise asked.
"I don't have many details pertaining to the investigation, but I was informed that the driver did run a red light and I believe he's in custody."
"Can we see her? Is she awake?" I ask. I tuned out everything the doctor said after she mentioned that Santana was in stable condition. All I cared about was that fact that she was alive.
"Yes you can go up to see her now. She's still unconscious, but she should be awake soon. She's in room 417," Dr. McKay answered.
"417?" I asked. That was me and Christine's dorm room number..
"Yes, 417. The elevators are straight ahead to your right."
Denise and I thanked the doctor and made a beeline for the elevators. Once we reached her room, we slowly walk inside and I can feel my heart shattering at the sight of Santana's bruised face, her left wrist wrapped in a bandage and an IV tube in her right arm. I cover my mouth with my hand, not wanting to make any noise with my crying, even though she can't hear me.
When I finally make it to the bed, I ghost my hand over her, afraid that if I touch her, she'll break. I lean down and place a feather light kiss on her forehead and stroke her matted hair. She's still the most beautiful girl I've laid eyes on, even with the cuts and bruises.
Denise walks around to the opposite side of where I was standing. She leaned down to kiss Santana's temple. "I'm glad you're okay," she whispered. "I'm gunna go get some coffee and grab some sandwiches or something for dinner."
"Okay," I say, not able to take my eyes off of Santana.
Denise sat the duffle bag down in the small closet inside of the hospital room and quietly walked out. I sat my purse and guitar down on the floor and bring one of the large chairs closer to the bed. I sit down on the edge of the chair and slide my hand into hers.
"I'm so sorry, baby." Before I know it, I'm crying again. My mind wanders to what the doctor said. It's a miracle that she's alive. I grab my guitar and position it in front of me and begin to strum softly.
Prayed for an angel
To come in the night
Shine some sweet light on me
Found only strangers
Then you came to me..
I pause for a second to wipe the endless tears that keep falling.
Just when I'd given' up
You gave me love
My world was tumblin' down
You turned it around, baby
You, you.. You're some kind of miracle,
Oh baby you are
You're a miracle to me (to me, to me)
Sweet revelation
That look in your eyes
Your touch in the night..
I find the sweetest salvation
In your arms baby
Warm as the mornin' sun
Your tender love (your tender love)
Came and just lifted me up
Look what you done baby
You, you.. you're some kind of miracle
I close my eyes as I continue the chorus. The melody of this song engulfs me as I sing the lyrics that perfectly explain what Santana means to me.
You've brought joy to my heart
I've found love in your arms
See what you've done to me
You've set my soul so free
You came and you gave me the love that I need
Oh you, you're some kind of miracle, baby yeah
You are..
You're a miracle, a miracle!
To me
Baby you are
Oh, a miracle to me…
"That was beautiful," I hear a small voice whisper. I gasp and open my eye quickly.
"San?"
She's alive, guys! :)
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Song: Some Kind Of Miracle - Kelly Clarkson