(Pov Santana)
6 hours after the movie
I wake up by a loud scream. I open my eyes and see that it's still dark in the room. Suddenly I hear the screams again. I look to my left to see Brittany rolling in her bed, crying, and screaming. I try to get up but lay back down when a strong pain shoots trough my chest. Fuck it, I have to try again, somethings wrong with Brittany. I have to help her! I get back up again and bite my tongue to stop the scream that almost escapes my mouth. Why did she had to place her bed away from mine when we finished the movie, that's not cool. I walk towards Brittany's bed and whisper: 'Britt? Britt, are you awake?' I whisper soft to the screaming girl in front of me. She doesn't answer. I lay my hand on her shoulder and shake her a little bit. 'Psst, Britt, please wake up.' I almost beg now. The pain in my chest gets worse but I ignore it. Suddenly Brittany's breathing changes. She's awake, but it sounds like she can't breathe.
The blond sits up. She turns around to face me but pushes me away hard. I scream because she pushed on my chest. I fall on the floor and try to get up, but I can't. Then I hear Brittany sob quietly. 'Britt, are you oké?' I whisper, not willing to speak out loud. Suddenly the sobs stop. 'Santana, is that you?' Brittany asks relieved. 'Yes, yes it's me. Are you oké?' I whisper. 'I- I don't know. Where are you?' she asks confused. I can't see her face, but I think she saw I wasn't in my bed. 'I'm here, on the floor.' I managed to whisper. 'Santana? Oh my god Santana! How did you end up there? Lay back in your bed! Your stitches can break!' she half screams. She isn't doing okay, but instead of thinking about herself, she gets worried about me. My heart is melting.
'I uhm, I can't actually. I can't get up.' I whisper ashamed. 'What do you mean you can't get up?' Brittany asks worried. 'Well uhm... I- you...' I begin the sentence, but suddenly I can't talk anymore. It feels like somethings in my throat, and it gets hard to breath. I see Brittany jump of the bed running towards me. Then she pulls my pj's up. 'FUCK!' she screams. She lays my head on her lap and starts to whisper. 'San, listen to me... stay awake, please, please stay awake. You can't fall asleep!' she says while she pushes on the button next to my bed for the second time today. Then my eyes slowly close.
(Pov Brittany)
Oh god no! Not again! Santana closes her eyes for the 3rd time in 3 days. Kitty storms into the room and looks at what's going on in front of her. 'Brittany, what the hell happened?!' she screams while she runs towards me. 'I- I don't know Kitty- I- She-' I try to speak but I just can't. Then I break down in tears. 'Hey Brittany- It's okay, It's okay. She's goinna be okay' Kitty say's, trying to calm me down while she looks at Santana. 'Brittany, can you please help me lay her down so we can help her?' Kitty asks. I nod and quickly lift her up bridal style. Then I gently lay her down in the hospital bed. Kitty puts it of the brake and then we start rolling her to the elevator, two floors down to the operation room.
We lift Santana up again and lay her down on the operation table. Suddenly Puck, Mercedes, Blaine, and Kurt walk in, well they storm in actually. 'What is it this time?!' Puck half screams while he runs towards the table. I try to speak, but I can't. Kitty looks at me and sees what's going on. 'Her stitches burst, again. She lost loads of blood, and it doesn't look well, it actually looks so much worse than last time.... I think there is a change she can survive, but it's not a big change.' Kitty says, looking at me with pity. 'What number from one to ten that she will survive?' Kurt asks, scared for the answer. 'Not more than 2. Like I said, there's no big change that she will survive, but we have to try.' Kitty says while she looks at me. I get the hint and make myself ready for surgery.
'What is it exactly that we have to do?' Blaine asks while he walks to the table. 'Well... her stitches burst, she lost much blood, and I think the stitches in her lung burst to, because she can hardly breathe.' I say now. 'Okay, Mercedes and Kurt, go get O negative, MUCH O negative!' Puck screams. Mercedes and Kurt nod and run out of the room. 'Puck, Blaine and Kitty, I need your help!' I scream while I look at Santana. They also nod and walk towards me. Puck is on the opposite side of the table with Blaine next to him. Kitty is standing next to me.
'Alright, Let's do this. Kitty can you please suck the blood away? Blaine, when we can look in the wound clearer, I want you to tell me how we fix it.' I say nervous. Kitty nods and starts to suck the blood away while Blaine nods to and stares at the wound on the Brunettes chest. Finally we can take a look at the wound, and I'm shocked. I was right, the stitches in her lung burst. It look so bad, I'm giving up hope, but Kitty looks at me with hope in her eyes. It gives me the little bit hope I need to get back to work again. 'It looks like she'll need a lung transplantation, like right now. Otherwise there is no change she will survive.' Blaine says. 'A patient died today, Teddy Schuester or something. She was stabbed to dead, but her lungs are perfect. She chose to be a donor, if we hurry, we can make it on time!' Puck screams while he already runs out of the room.
Blaine covers the wound in the Latina's lung so that oxygen can continue to flow through her body. The last thing I want is her to get is permanent brain damage. I whisper in her ear. 'You'll be okay Santana, I promise I will do anything to fix you. You will survive, even if it's the last thing I do.' The door of the room bangs open, and Mercedes, Kurt and Puck run inside at the same time. Puckerman is holding a little red box with a big white label on the side. Kurt and Mercedes both are holding bags with blood. When I look back at Santana, I see that Kitty put an IV on Santana's left arm. Mercedes quickly connects the bag of blood to the IV. Now it's getting really serious. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. 'I can do this.' I whisper to myself. I open my eyes again and look at Puck. He nods and opens the red box. It's filled with ice and water, in the middle lays a beautiful, healthy lung. It matches Santana, because she is beautiful too, and soon she will be healthy. I don't have a choice, I promised her.
'We'll have to do this really carefully, because if we touch something by accident, or if we don't connect the lung to her body well, she'll die.' I say. I close my eyes one last time and take my last deep breath. 'I'm ready.' I say. I put on the gloves Kitty gave me a few minutes ago. Puck starts to gently pull the lung away from Santana's body. Her heartbeat immediately slows down. 'We have to hurry! Before her body doesn't have any oxygen left.' I half scream while I lay the fresh lung in the empty spot where the broken lung was just seconds ago. I can't believe that being beaten up by some stupid bitch who was probably jealous of Santana, can destroy her life so easily. Puck and I gently start to connect the lung with the rest of her body. IT WORKS!! SANTANA'S HEARTBEAT GETS NORMAL AGAIN! I want to walk toward Puck to give him a hug and thank him for saving the love of my life, but suddenly the heart monitor starts to beep. 'FUCK! SHE'S HAVING A HEART ATTACK!' I scream while I grab the peddles. 'CLEAR' I scream while I push the peddles against her chest. No, please. Not again... 'SANTANA WAKE UP! CLEAR!' still no reaction. 'CLEAR!' I scream again. I push the peddles against her chest again, and suddenly the sound of the heart monitor changes... SHE HAS AN HEARTBEAT AGAIN!
But the joy doesn't last for longer then a few seconds. Her heart is working, but the machine shows something shocking. FUCK! HER BODY STOPPED WORKING! IT CAN'T BE! SHE CAN'T BE IN A COMA! 'SANTANA, WAKE UP!' I scream crying. I try to hug her, but someone lifts me up and drags me away. 'NO, LET ME GO! DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME! PUT ME DOWN!' I scream, but the person doesn't listen. He or she drags me out of the operation room, to the room with the lockers for the doctors. The person finally puts me down. I turn around and see it's Puck. 'WHAT THE FUCK PUCK?! LET ME GO, NOW!' I scream. I run towards the door but when I reach for the doorknob Puck holds me again.
'FOR FUCK SAKE PUCK! YOU'RE MY BROTHER! YOU NEED TO SUPPORT ME INSTEAD OF DESTROYING MY LIFE!' I scream, still crying. Puck pulls me into a hug and runs his hand through my hair. 'Listen Brittany, I know you want her to be better. The best thing you can do at the moment is leave the others to make her ready. If you stay there and freak out the change for Santana to survive gets smaller. I'm here for you, I won't leave you I promise. But please, let the doctors do their work.' Puck says kindly. I can't help it anymore, I break down on Pucks shoulder and hold him tight when I feel my legs are giving up. Puck sit's me down and pulls me in a hug again. 'Everything is goinna be okay Britt, I promise.' He whispers while he runs his hand through my hair.