I'm Unbroken. ~(Sequel to I'm Not Leaving)

Chapter 2.

Brittanys P.O.V

Looking at her laying in the hospital bed, surrounded by white walls, with nothing on them at all besides a photo I put up next to her bedside cabinet of the two of us. She had a white blanket over her still, almost lifeless body, and wires connected all over her. Around her perfect brown orbs, that were closed tight, was black and blue, not as dark as it was just after the accident happen, but still bad enough to make her look miserable. She had a cut above her eye, about the length of her eyebrow, and one on the opposite side, on her cheek. Her arms that were placed next to her, had endless amounts of scratches and wounds planted everywhere. She looked terrible, and I feel nothing but absolute guilt.

What if I had stayed with her that night?

What if I got a ride with her to school that morning?

Would she be laying here, deep in a coma, unsure whether or not she would wake up. Unsure what condition she will be in if she does wake up. 

I can't help but blame myself, and I know Cass feels the exact same. She was going to get a ride with Santana to school that morning. If we could go back in time, and change everything, I would in a heart beat. I would make sure Santana was by my side every day, so I could protect her from any harm, and prevent anything like this from happening.

Only one thing is stopping that all from happening,

We can't go back in time.

So for now, all I can do is hope, and pray, and tell my girl to please wake up some day soon.

I had her hand held in mine, just like how she held my hand while we slept. Only this time, it was me putting the effort in, and getting nothing out of it other than comfort. I don't know if she can feel it, I don't know if she knows it's me by her side. I hope she knows it's me. I hope she can feel me in the room with her, and I want her to feel safe knowing it's me. I hate to even think how scared she is right now. What if she is trying to wake up but can't because her brain just won't let her? 

"Britt," A voice startled me. I looked away from my girl, and up to the figure in the door way. "Did you want me to sit here, while you get something to eat?"

I shook my head, then looked back down to Santana.

"Brittany, you haven't eaten in-"

"I can't leave her. I just can't leave Santana here. I don't want to, and I won't." I cut him off.

"You want me to pick you something up?"

I nodded. I felt as though I was crying, yet I don't think I am. I think I had cried more tears that my body could produce, and now all that comes out is soft moans. 

"Britt, everyone is thinking of you and Santana. She is going to wake up, I know she will."

I nodded once more. "Thank you, Kurt."

He left the room, leaving me and Santana alone, just like it should be. I ran my thumb over hers, as I thought about what I can tell her today. Each day, was a new story, and I prayed that she could hear me, and can understand who and what I am talking about. "San," I chocked out. "I don't have a story for you today." I spoke softly as I felt a tear run down my cheek for the first time in some time. "Nothing has happened this week, well. I don't know. I haven't left your side the past couple of weeks Santana. I just don't want to leave you, ever. I hate seeing you like this, it breaks my heart more than you think. Seeing someone you love, laying lifeless in front of you, isn't something that is easy to go through." I began crying a little more. "They told me if was going to be easy San." I let out a sniff and grabbed the last remaining tissue from the box. "They told me, a week. Why aren't you waking up yet?" That was it, I broke down completely, gripping onto her hand harder. "You can't leave me Santana, you just can't."