After what seems like hours, but in reality was only 10 minutes or so, Santana heard a knock on the apartment door. She's still holding Rachel laying on the ground tears streaming down her cheeks. 'Why hasn't she woken up yet' she thinks as she gently lays Rachel's head on a throw pillow while she answers the door for the paramedics.
The paramedics have her on the stretcher and in the ambulance in under 5 minutes, for that Santana is grateful. She rides in the ambulance to the hospital not wanting to leave Rachel's side for one minute.
Once at the hospital they take Rachel back to examine her. She still hasn't woken up and Santana is scared out of her mind. While filling out paper work she realizes she left everything at home her purse, phone, everything. "Shit!" she says under her breath. She walks up to the front desk.
"All done sweetie?" the desk clerk asks.
"Um, actually no. In all the commotion I forgot to grab both of our purses and I don't have the insurance card..." Santana says.
"Oh that's not a problem miss. We understand, just fill out what you can and we will get the rest from you when you are able to get the card." says the desk clerk.
"Thank you!" Santana responds and then glances to the land line sitting next to the woman.
"Was there something else you needed dear?" asks the desk clerk.
Santana looks sheepishly at the woman. "Uh, actually yeah. You see my cell phone is also in my purse, would it be a bother if I used a landline to make a call out?"
"Not a bother at all dear, just hit 9 and dial out" says the desk clerk.
"Thank you so much!" Santana is not looking forward to making this call, she knows she is going to get yelled at for not making it sooner.
She presses number 9 and then dials Quinn's number, thankful that she hasn't changed her cell number since high school. She's not sure if she would be able to recall it from memory if she had.
The phone rings, and rings, and rings. She's sure Quinn's not answering because she doesn't recognize the number. 'Great, the verbal lashing I'm going to get just got 10 times worse' she thinks.
After the 6th ring Quinn's voicemail picks up. "Um hey Q its San. I don't have my phone on me, and I hate to leave this on your voicemail, but uh... Rachel wasn't felling good today so she stayed home and I came home early and soon after I got home she collapsed. I called 911 and where at the hospital. Q she hasn't been conscious since she fell. We've been at the hospital for like 10 minutes. I'm sorry I didn't call sooner everything happened so fast and I was so scared I left both our phones at the apartment. Where at Mount Sinai the lady at the front desk said you can call this number back to get in touch with me. Oh I have to go the doctors coming over, love you."
Quinn's POV.
Walking back in to her office after just getting out of a two hour meeting with a big prospective client, her phone goes off on the desk notifying her of a voicemail.
'I don't recognize this number' she thinks
Listening to the voicemail trying to fight back her tears, she throws everything into her purse and runs out of her office.
She passes the receptionist's desk on her way out, "Stacy, I have to go Rachel's in the hospital. Please hold all my calls, I'll be in touch" She finishes as she's walking out the front door.
Its 2:30 in the afternoon school just let out so she's stuck in traffic. "FUCK! Come on lets move people!" she screams slamming her palm on the steering wheel.
She only works about 15 minutes from the hospital but with this traffic she's already been in the car for half an hour. She tried to call the hospital number back but her phone died. She forgot to put it on the charger last night, and her car charger broke this morning and she hasn't had time to go out and replace it yet.
She finally makes it to the hospital, 45 minutes from when she received Santana's voicemails. Storming through the doors she runs up to the desk clerk.