Chapter 8

So this was actually supposed to be the second part of one chapter. But I split it in half, because I think people should have a choice whether to read about physical violence or not. 'Glee' was a show where that didn't take place, or wasn't seen. So yeah, if that's not your genre, perfectly fine, consider this as a summary + the second part of the chapter.

Summary previous chapter:

We get a look inside the mind of Brittany.

- Britt is really insecure, about herself, about her relationships with people (she doesn't think she deserves someone like Santana), …

- Her mother and stepfather hurt her. Physically and mentally (hence the insecurity about herself). Her mother is the worst of the both. At some point she even feels like she deserves to get beaten like this. This comes because of the fact that this abuse is happening for years, as long as she remembers. It can trick your mind into things. She also hides away her wounds with concealer or wearing different clothes. Her mother threatens her that she needs to hide them.

- She tells us the reason why she hasn't told anyone, is out of fear for losing her sister Charlotte to the system (and her safety; Brittany ran away once, which ended in her sister getting hurt. Her sister is her number one priority in life). And also for not getting believed (her mother has strong bonds and influence at the police and justice system of Lima)

- She's really hesitant towards dating with Santana, because she wants to protect her and her parents against her own parents (getting Santana's fired or in jail, because of Susan's influence). But … she loves Santana too (but she thinks Santana deserves a lot better than her)

- The evening she ran away was the reason why she wore a scarf more than a week (injuries). You also realise her parents put her on a very strict diet to look 'good' because she cheerleads (which was the reason she wanted to quit in the first place).

This chapter starts at the beginning of the next day. She's badly hurt from yesterday, because her mother lost control (Victor, San's father, told about his concern about Santana talking to him and Maribel about the hunch that Britt gets hurt by someone. It was not appreciated.)

Wow, okay, summaries are hard to make. I hope I didn't forget something.

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The next day at school. Santana's POV

I'm feeling very anxious today. I want to see Britt. No, I need to see her. I have this very bad feeling. And the things she confided me with yesterday. It's just … it's a lot.

I talked to my parents all evening looking for a solution. My father told he me spoke with Susan, Brittany's mom. He said her reaction was very concerned and that she would try to talk to her daughter. Though the strange part was that she really tried to downcast his worries. Something about me being a bit of a hysterical teenager (how dare she, me? Hysterical? Never!).

My dad didn't really thought much of it. My mother reacted more concerned at that. I don't know who's hunch I need to follow. One thing is for certain, I wasn't being hysterical, I was right! Not in a 'yay I was right' kind of way, more in a really sombre 'I don't want to believe I was right' kind of way.

Since she still hasn't told me who's hurting her, but confirmed somebody did, my parents went into action. We've called the police, but they said they can't really do anything without prove or without the victim taking claim to the problem (which my mom kind of thought they would say). They said they could look into it, but they need names for that. I want to ask Britt's permission first before doing something like that.

We decided that I would ask Brittany to come home with me and sit down with both my parents. From there we'll see how we can help her… if she'll allow us to help her.

Please, just let me be able to help her! I'm really relieved my parents are all in, trying to fix this. It was a bit strange the way Susan reacted to my father's question. She really doubted the fact that they could be true. She said she would have sensed something already, since it is her own daughter. She would know what's going on with her right? Though, my father also said she still acted worried and promised to look into it.

But now with the affirmation she's getting hurt, what does that reaction mean? Is she really that numb and just doesn't realise what's going on with her own daughter? I mean, her mother is away for work a lot, like a lot a lot. Almost more than my father is away from home. So yeah, maybe it's a possibility.

Who would hurt their own daughter? Or what about her stepfather? Would he be capable of something like that? Or do we need to think in a completely different direction, like school. They are some giants running around here. And hell, the amount of creeps who are walking around in this neighbourhood is ridiculous. Hmmm, I DON'T KNOW, I NEED TO BE ABLE TO HELP HER, BUT HOW?!

"Stop biting your nails Santana, people can see you" Quinn hissed to me.

I haven't told Quinn about last night. Haven't really had the time. I didn't thought that was something to tell through text, and I don't know, should I ask Britt's permission for something like that? Would she want me to tell her? I don't really know any guide lines in situations like this.

Right now my mind is too much focused on Brittany arriving at school to think about anything else anyway. She texted me a few minutes ago. She was going to be a bit late, but will arrive at school no matter what. Considering the text, Quinn and I already went to our lockers.

We walk past Tina and Rachel, who both have been slushied again. Probably by the football players or something. I'm starting to feel for these guys. I mean, I'm sure Rachel deserved it for some reason, but I can't imagine Tina already did something wrong. Besides, Tina and Mike seem to get along better and better, giving off this long-term relationship-vibe. I need to have my enemies and friends-list in check. For now I need Mike on my good side. Despite the fact that he likes to streak around his abs for everyone to see, he can be a good guy… I guess.

We get a few strange looks from students, probably because Britt's not next to us. They look away the minute I give them my signature look. Head high, shoulders straight, biggest glare I can manage taped on my face. It's like magic. Everybody walks in a bow around us. If you could order your mind to live in slow motion on some moments, this would be one of them.

My focus snapped to Quinn the minute I heard a word that started with B.

"B? What the hell Britt, you look like you've been through hell and back. What happened?!" Quinn yells to Brittany, heard by the whole school hallways. I expected her to maybe be in a bit pain again, probably another excuse about falling when she danced or whatever, trying to hide it with strange clothing. But I didn't expect to see this…

For some reason she's wearing a sweater, and okay it is spring, but it's not that cold. Coach Sue always demands us to wear short sleeves until it at least freezes. However… it's not the sweater I'm worried about for the moment.

I see a part of one of her wrists is showing. It looks black, pitch black! She's also walking weird, like she isn't comfortable in her own body and she just got a wedgy or something or she just discovered she has her period and isn't wearing anything yet so she's trying to prevent from leaking anymore before she can take care of that in the bathroom. Or short explanation: she has period pains. It can make your whole body uncomfortable. Britt is one of these girls who have the unfortunate pleasure of having the whole picture: stomach ache, back pain, headache, heavy legs, …

She's almost stumbling towards us, like she's demanding her muscles with all her energy to move, pulling her body with her. When she's almost at our side I can see her face more clearly too. It looks bad. So, so bad. She has a long red stripe below her right eye, it's like the form of a … measuring stick or something? No idea. But worst of all are her eyes. They look dead, like she lost all her innocence in one night and saw a unicorn dying in front of her eyes or something.

Is this what she's hiding between her walls?

No sparkling childish happy eyes. No rainbow miracles visible behind those piercing blue eyes. Plus she has huge bags under her eyes, it's like she just has the biggest hangover ever or hasn't slept for a week.

I start to walk to her when I see Puck walking towards Brittany. Puck is one of the unfortunate boys I slept with, as an excuse, trying to suppress my feelings for Britt. He's a dick, but he's a football guy, best friend of the quarterback, so we're acquaintances. All cheerleaders are with the football guys. And he's in glee club too. He's not the worse company to sit next to in that club…

"Yo, what's up with you Brittany? Stared too deep into a glass, if so, nicely done man." Puck says to Brittany through the hallway and gives her a brotherly 'pat' on the back.

I'm still a few metres away from her, but I see pain flash through her eyes the microsecond after Puck touches her. A millisecond later everybody hears it. Brittany cries out in pain. The most gut-wrenching scream I ever heard, falls down on the ground, doing everything in her power to not start to cry.

Puck looks baffled. "Huh, didn't realize I used that much strength, I …"

I didn't let him finish, not needing two seconds to push him against the lockers. "Get the hell away from Brittany or I will go all lima heights on you" I point my finger at him and he actually looks scared. I know I've got a reputation, not to mention that I know how to look threatening and I'm not afraid to use it. Especially if it involves Britt Britt.

I look around and students are starting to gather around us, to see what's going on and maybe even hoping on a fight. "Show's over before it began people. Move!" I yell.

I look over at Brittany, who's barely moving, and I'm panicking, I don't know what to do! She looks like she's in so much pain! I need to do something. Meanwhile Quinn's helping me with getting people's attention away from Britt. Looking just as lost as I am. I snap into my concentration mood. She needs to lay down, in a room where nobody can walk past her and accidently hurt her… She needs to get to the nurse room!

"Puck! Mike!" I yell at the bottom of my lungs. They were both not far away. I saw Mike already running towards us anyway. Puck was sort of more trying to get away from my grip, but I need strong people right now. "You, grab her legs, and you, grab her shoulders. Gently! She needs to be brought to the nurse room. You're both strong enough to be sure to not let her fall… what are you waiting for? Go! And don't hurt her!"

I whisper to Quinn next to me. "She needs medical attention and she needs to get out if this hallway immediately. I think we'll hurt her, but I don't think she has the power to walk by herself and people should stay out of her business. So we'll just have to push through and get to the nurse room asap!"

Quinn looks worried but answers anyway. " Okay, let's do that."

Before the boys grab her, Quinn moves down to Brittany, who's still whimpering and on the edge of hyperventilation. "Hey B, we're going to get you out of here, I hope we don't hurt you. People are starting to watch and you need to see the nurse."

I see Brittany giving the smallest nod as an answer. I look Quinn in the eye and Puck and Mike grab her, as gentle as possible. She made a strangled noise, from deep within her throat. Mike and I give each other very distressed looks. It almost sounded like a cat who you're hurting really badly.

I know the sound because I accidentally stood on Lord Tubbington's tail once. We've been sworn enemies ever since. Maybe that misfortune wasn't purely on accident. He was stealing way too much attention from Brittany when I wanted to talk to her! Before you judge me, he started hating me first!

When I hear Brittany keep making that noise, my heart sinks to the ground. They're hurting her so badly right now, but something needs to happen. She can't just lay on the ground right now, she needs to see a nurse or something.

I don't know what the hell is going on. I have no idea how she even managed to arrive at school. I think she said she was driving by herself. I don't remember that bright anymore, my mind is too occupied in the present right now.

After the three longest minutes of my life, probably even longer for Brittany, we arrived at the nurse office. I say a quick thanks to Mike and Puck, ordering them to go back to their classes, promising Mike I'll give him an update if I have one.

The nurse who's on duty rushes over to us and asks what happened. Quinn answers in a panicked and defeated tone, just like I feel probably. "We don't know, she just arrived at school and then somebody hit her on the back and fell to the ground. Also, she didn't look good before that either. She looks like she's in a lot of pain."

The nurse analyses Brittany shortly and commands us to lay her down on the bed, on her stomach. Since we're assuming that there's something wrong with her back.

"It's Brittany right? I've seen her one too many times this year. The nurse from last year told me she's a regular in this office." The nurse tells us.

What the hell, she came here a lot last year? She never told me that. As I'm trying to remember when she would've come I don't find an answer. And okay yeah, we didn't have that many lessons together last year. We only bonded a lot more during this summer, so unfortunately I didn't get to see her that much last year. God, I should've seen the signs earlier.

The nurse starts talking to Brittany: "Brittany, I'm going to put your shirt up, just to take a look at your back. Your friends are still here, do you want me to send them away?" she asks in a sympathetic voice.

Brittany mumbles something incoherently, and I see silent tears falling down her face. I know she can handle a lot of pain, so to see her cry … she must be in hell right now. "What was that, I didn't understand?" the nurse asks Britt again.

She answers shortly. "Yes". The nurse looks at us and silently asks us to leave.

I panic. "No I can't leave her, she needs me, please." The nurse must see the desperation in my eyes and hear it in my voice. She looks at me sceptically, but says that it's okay to stay, as long as Quinn leaves.

Quinn and I make quick eye contact before she walks backwards and closes the privacy curtain. "I'll stay right here if you need me." She says.

When the curtain's closed, the nurse starts to move her hands to the underside of Brittany's shirt. "No!" Britt yells.

I rush to her side where her head rests and try to calm her down. "It's okay Britt Britt, she just wants to help, everything's all right. I'm here, don't panic. Plus, you still have your sports bra on right? It's like going swimming … sort of" WOW, okay, I'm really not in the mindset to find a way to cheer her up, not even a little bit.

She looks really fragile, and I'm having a really hard time not to panic myself. I've never seen her so distressed before. "All right, I'll put your shirt up now Brittany." The nurse says. And then the nurse gasps.

I look up to see what the commotion is about and I freeze the second I see Brittany's back. I see deep dark red, like the skin is just not bursting to start to bleed. Other parts of her back are dark blue, almost black. It's like some sort of sick color book of black, blue, yellow and red on her back. I also see some sort of traces of a … square-form thing?

The nurse starts talking again, which snaps me out of my horrendous amount of shock. "Brittany you need to go to the hospital, this is not something I can fix." she tells her in a stressed voice.

Brittany tries to pull herself up, with the emphasis on trying. "No, I'm fine, I refuse to go to the hospital, I'm totally fine."

She then puts her attention on me. "Please Sanny, promise me you won't let me go to the hospital. I can't, I really can't go." She looks to me with those pleading piercing blue eyes of her.

I must see something really desperate, because I promise just that. And I curse at myself, I never break my promises, ever. But she really needs medical attention right now. That last bit of strength must have been too much for her, because after that she passes out.

I don't know what to do. This is just irresponsible to not bring her to the hospital. But I made that promise. I need to come up with a different idea. Wait …

"Quinn, can you please bring me my phone, I need to make a call." I hear Quinn running away, not even bothering to answer me. She must realise the importance of this situation. She didn't protest and came back in record time.

When she pushes away the curtain I hear her breathe in very dramatically. "What happened to her? This isn't normal." Quinn says.

I snap, the emotions getting too much for me. "No Quinn, this looks pretty normal to me, we always come to school with a back that changed color and you're not able to see what skin-color you have anymore. Perfectly normal." I practically yell this at her.

She looks at me with tears in her eyes. "I'm just going to ignore that, because I know that's just your emotions speaking." She then looks back Britt's back and starts to cry for real now.

I try to take a deep breath and try to keep control. Somebody needs to keep his mind clear for this situation, crying people are worthless right now. Somebody needs to think clearly. For Brittany.

It's partly luck that we're in McKinley, the nurses here don't have a clue at what they're doing here, an educated nurse would've called an ambulance by now. But it's McKinley, so yeah, apparently no need. One of the hockey players once lost a teeth on the ice, and it was one of his friends who knew you need to put teeth in milk so they can save those teeth. It's the friend who called an ambulance. The nurse (not this one) wanted to just give him some painkillers and told him they'll grow back… which they don't by the way.

So yeah, it's really disturbing how things work around here. And I know. I really know I should be the friend now who calls an ambulance, but she looked so scared. So so scared to go to the hospital. And it doesn't look like she's bleeding, at least not anymore, so there's no chance of her bleeding out … I think. I don't know anything else that could be life-threatening right now. My father learned me a thing or two about first aid. But this is way past first aid. So my plan is to do the next best thing, after an ambulance. I call my dad.

My phone is ringing for ages, or at least it feels that way. After three more rings I hear my dad answering. "Hola papi, necessita ayuda." I say to him.

"What's going on mija, you sound really stressed. Is everything all right? Aren't you at school?" My dad asks me.

I try to swallow the tears that are threatening to fall, and start speaking again in a trembling voice. "Nno, Brittany is passed out and seriously injured on at least her back. But she doesn't want to go to the hospital and I don't know why and …" My dad listens intensely to my story and I hear he's already walking.

"I'm driving to your school right now. I luckily just got out of an appointment with a patient of me, so I can come. Put some ice on her back, on the places that look most badly bruised, the ones that look the darkest, to just hopefully help ease the pain a little. Don't let her drink, eat or take medication, before I have had a proper look at her. We don't know what we're dealing with. And Santana… if I see something I think needs immediate medical attention at the hospital, I'm going to need to call an ambulance. I understand your promises and Brittany means the world to you, but there is a line… I'll check her out first before we decide." My dad says in his professional voice.

I cry out "Papi, thank you, but I can't put ice on her back, I'm afraid I'll hurt her, I'm not strong enough."

"Mija, calm down, Brittany needs you right now. Everything is going to be fine, I can be there in fifteen minutes. You are so strong, you really are. Believe in yourself." I put my tears away with my right hand and give a quick goodbye to my dad so he can start to drive.

When I close my phone, I take a deep breath in and put on my 'bitch' mask on again. I turn my attention from my phone to the nurse. "We need some ice wrapped in a towel to put on her back, but not too much." I command her. She immediately goes to her office, to go grab some ice.

I see Quinn moving closer to Brittany, walking on her tiptoes, like she's afraid of hurting her by just breathing the same air as her. I put a hand on her shoulder and we look at each other. Both not really sure what to say at the moment. I appreciate her concern for Brittany. I didn't realise she was already so fond of her.

The nurse comes back a minute later and gives me the ice bags. I lay them as slow and delicately as possible on Brittany's back, who mumbles a bit in her sleep in response. At least she's not screaming out in pain. "Now what?" Quinn asks.

I look at her with a deep painful look. "Now we wait until my father arrives and then we'll see what he says."

16 minutes later my dad arrives and looks over at me. "Hola mija, are you okay?" He gives me a hug, he knows I need all the support I can get right now, he heard that on the phone.

"I'm okay dad, please ignore me. Look over at Brittany, she's the one who needs help."

My dad steps out of our embrace and looks over to Brittany. He keeps quiet while he's examining what he can see. He lifts up the ice bags I put on her and even though my dad has a really good poker face, I still see the worried and disturbing look in his eyes.

Brittany has come to our house a lot the past few months, so he cares about her on a personal level too, not just as her doctor right now. I know he was the most sceptic about my suspicions around Brittany, but I don't think he has any doubts anymore.

My parents wanted a second child, but they've had some medical problems, I don't know the bottom of it, never dared to ask, because it seems like a touchy subject. And although they love me until infinity, I know they wanted more than one child in their home. So the minute Brittany, my own personal sunshine, visited our house, they were both as smitten as I was, almost seeing her as a second daughter already.

When he examined her back for a few minutes he looks back at me and Quinn and asks: "Did you see anything else that was bothering her before she collapsed?"

I need to think twice, because everything happened so fast, I can't think that clearly anymore. "She walked a bit funny, like she had really bad stomach cramps. And she looked really tired."

"She also has a sort of mark on her right cheek." Quinn answers for me. "Yeah, and her wrist looked very bad too." I add to that.

My dad looks at us and I see he's in deep thought. He then turns back to Brittany and carefully rolls up her sleeves. He can't see that much because she's still lying on her stomach, and it's not that easy to turn an arm around in that position. Nevertheless, it's already not looking good.

Okay, we'll need to turn her around. The problem is that she can't lean on her back right now. I would let her try to sit up, we'll see if she wakes up.

"But dad, won't we hurt her?" I ask with a worried voice.

He sighs deeply at that. "I don't know Santana, but I need to see what all of her injuries are, I need to be able to estimate what's most urgent. I nod and take a look at Quinn. We've already moved her once, so I guess we can do it again.

We both walk to one side of Brittany and try to lift her up as gently as possible. Apparently it wasn't gentle enough because she wakes up again. She looks really startled at seeing my dad. All of her body goes into a cramp.

"Hey Brittany, it's okay, it's only my dad. He's here to help." I say to her.

"No, I'm fine" She tries to shield herself with her arms. I'm starting to lose my patience, she's obviously not fine, why can't she just accept our help.

"Brittany, for the love of God, please let us help." She startles at the desperation in my voice and we're having a staring contest for what seems like years for me, but probably only lasted a few seconds. I think she sees the determination and worry in my eyes because I see her try her best to relax as much as possible. She doesn't look really comfortable, but it looks that she'll at least cooperate.

My dad steps in. "Okay Brittany, how are you feeling?" My dad asks her. She just looks him in the eyes and opens her mouth, but it looks like she doesn't know how to answer that. She also looks a bit… afraid? Of my dad. I don't know, I know she's very fond of my dad, she loves him like it is her own father. There's no reason to be afraid.

My dad must sense that she's at a loss of words so he tries a different approach. "Brittany, can I see your wrists for a second, I just want to check what we're dealing with."

She looks conflicted for a few seconds and then looks from one person to the other. "Can I have some more space to breath, I don't like being looked at." She silently says.

"All right, Santana, Quinn, can you go wait outside, I need a minute alone with Brittany." I make a motion to protest, but one stern look from my father and I know I can't win this battle. I trust my father with my life, I know Britt is safe with him. Doesn't make it easier to step outside though.

I take a look one last time at Brittany before walking away from the nurse room. It's common sense we stay outside the door, there's no way I'm going to class right now.

You can almost see the floor beneath me starting to shape the trail I've been walking for the past 3 minutes, because that's how long it takes my father to step out of the nursing room. I see that Quinn snapped her head up towards the nursing room. Instead of walking the same path for what felt like a half hour, she just stared to the floor for that amount of time.

When I see my dad walking towards us, I start bombarding him with questions which I'm not even sure are understandable sentences. He puts his right hand up in the air, a sign for me to stop talking and let him speak.

"Santana, I called in an ambulance. Before you protests, this is urgent. Besides the external, visible trauma on her back and other places, I have a hunch that there is some serious internal bleeding going on. She needs medical attention, right now. I'm a cardiologists, I can't do that much right now. I called up my most trusted colleagues in the ER, they're already prepping a room for her. You can go to her, but she's going in and out of conscious almost constantly now. Don't touch her, or try to move her, we don't know what's going on."

My father gives me a really pained look, full with love and worry in it. I've never heard him so distressed in my life. This is bad. Really bad. Quinn and I rush to the room again, both taking Britt's hand, very very carefully.

She looks so … lifeless right now. I burst out into tears, Quinn not far behind me. Nothing really moves, besides my dad trying to monitor her heartbeat.

You can hear sirens in the far away distance coming towards here. The school will have something to gossip about for the rest of the week, or month, or even year. At least classes are still busy. In that way the hallway's will be mostly cleared of chaotic students.

Let them hurry please. I don't want anything bad happening to her!

The two first responders are very friendly and down to business. They listen to what my father can say and gently put her on a stretcher. My dad tells me he will drive with the ambulance to the hospital and that I'm free to go to. He does request me to not drive myself.

When it's only Quinn and that nurse in the room, everything starts being too much. I can't seem to keep my breathing under control. Every little thing about Brittany's pain is put under a loop in my mind and repeating itself again and again. The walls are coming towards me and my legs fail to function. Once seated on the ground, I can't move anymore.

Quinn sees me and slides her phone away. "Hey, hey San, listen to me. Listen to my voice. Let me breath together with you. Listen to my breathing. Don't try to count, just think that your pushing your muscle down whilst exhaling and putting your lung muscle up whilst inhaling. I don't know what's going on in your mind right now, but it's playing with you. Everything is put under a magnifying glass, try to see that situation and further yourself from it. See that you're focusing on a much too detailed something and look to the bigger picture. And listen, listen to my voice and breathing. Feel the air going into your body. Feel the air giving oxygen to your head, stomach, legs, feet. Feel Santana."

When she says that last piece, she puts both of her hands on my legs. It triggers something in me. It gives me the ability to move a bit more again. I try to focus on my breathing like she says. In the distance I hear someone running towards us. When he starts speaking I hear it's Mike.

"What can I do? You texted she's brought to the hospital? Can I do something? Do you need a lift? I can't focus one second in class anyway."

I haven't found the control button for my voice yet, but luckily Quinn answers in a shaking voice anyway. "Yeah thanks, it would be really great if you could give us a lift to the hospital, thank you Mike."

She turns her focus back to me while Mike mumbled something about grabbing Tina's car from the parking lot "San, can you move? Come on, I know you're strong. Get through this, we can panic together in the hospital. At least there we could get some news about what's happening."

With some difficulty we both get into the car Mike pulled up near the school doors. We don't really say much in the car. Mike did mention something about not worrying about our classes. Something about the glee club group chat and talking to the teachers and all that. I'm not really in a mindset to worry about school this moment, but it's nice to know they have our back. I don't even know if I have my cell phone with me. Don't care.

Once arriving at the hospital Mike suggests that he'll find a parking spot, while we can figure out where Britt's at. We rush towards the information desk, asking after Brittany Pierce. When that didn't give much, I asked after my father. She didn't really know to believe me if I was his daughter or not. Right before I was about to lose it I hear my father call after me.

"Santana, over here." My head snaps towards his voice and we rush over to him.

"Look, I don't know much yet. They took a look at her and she needed to go in surgery immediately. I'm not going to give all the details, but she suffered some internal bleeding. She has a ruptured liver, which made her go into shock. She uh, she had a minor heart attack, which is under control right now. But … this is really serious. Internal bleeding in an organ like the liver … with the combination of a heart attack … we'll need to see how the operation goes further."

My world falls down at that moment. Is he saying …? No, he. Is. Not. Right. She. Is. Not. Dying. Not on my watch! I dare take a look at Quinn. she looks crestfallen. I'm sure I'm not doing any better.

My father takes us to the correct waiting room. After some time Mike enters the room too. I guess Quinn has texted him to let him know where we were.

…

It's silent. You could hear a pin drop at this moment. Nobody is in the mood to talk. The only thing we want is for Brittany to be fine. That's it.

"Quinn?"

"Santana?"

I hear two voices, both with a lot of motherly concern. It's my mother who speaks first.

"Oh Santana, here you are." I just walk towards her and break down in her arms. I have no words. Just sorrow and heartache. My mom doesn't verbally respond to me, just hugs me real close in response.

I hear Quinn's mother giving encouraging words to her daughter. It sounds like she's in shock too. She knows Brittany less than me, Quinn and my mom, but Britt charmed her way into Quinn's mother heart in the first two seconds they met.

After a few minutes, my tears have stopped coming out. My mom gently puts me down in a seat. "Listen Santana, I'll be right back. I just need to make a quick phone call." I just nod in affirmation and sit down again. I see Tina has arrived too, giving a bear hug to Mike, both in tears.

Puck, Matt, Kurt and Mercedes are just arriving. They all give me encouraging smiles. I see all of them having tears in their eyes. Even Puck. I hear something about Artie, Rachel and Finn handling the teachers or something.

It's a bit implausible, all of these different teenagers coming together for another teenager, with only glee club in common. Regardless, it's giving me a foreign feeling of support.

When my mom is walking back into the room, she sits down next to me. Quinn settled on my other side, with her mother next to her.

Then, it's back to silent mode again. Some start pacing in the room, others aren't moving a muscle in their body.

…

Three hours have already passed. That's not a good sign. My father always says that the longer an operation takes, the more chance there is at consequences and non-fixable problems. I don't want to downfall into thinking about tragedies, but it's harder by the minute.

No, Santana, you can't, she will be okay!

I feel Quinn talking a bit in her sleep. An hour ago she put her head on my shoulder, so I guess at one point she fell asleep. Mike and I take a minute to look at each other, before glazing to nothingness again. I don't even bother to look at the rest. I feel my mom squeezing my hand in support.

…

Another hour has passed…

Wait. I hear movement! My father comes into the room with a relieved smile on his face. I run towards him with a eager look on my face.

"It's okay, she made it …" Everybody gives an ear drumming cheer at that before I hush them. I want to hear the rest. "She's okay, but we want to monitor her for another few days. She isn't conscious yet and we want to see how she wakes up. We have a hunch she'll have a concussion, based on the head injury she has. Her external trauma was bad, but nothing permanent will stay out of it. Except some scars. She had some bad internal bleedings, which went out of control five times, that's why the operation took that long, but it's okay now. She'll have a long rehabilitation before her, but I think she'll be back dancing in glee club in no time."

Thank you whoever I need to thank: Odin, God, Allah, Mother Nature, Faith, whoever else! My Britt Britt is going to be okay!