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

Chapter 3.

What the hell am I going to do if Santana can't remember me?

I can't live each day knowing my fiance has no idea who I am. I can't re introduce her to everything including myself without feeling absolutely miserable myself. Or what if she ends up like the main character in the movie 50 First Dates? I would have to replay the same day, for the rest of my life, without letting her know that she is actually suffering from an intense head injury.

Loving Santana was the best and quite possibly the only good thing that has happened to me. I fall more and more in love with her each day, but yet, loving Santana is doing nothing but leaving open wounds and holes in my heart. I can't bring myself to leave her in this building alone, and I can't bring myself to stay each day. As the days go by, the more holes appear in my heart. I feel like someone had quite literally taken my heart from my body, ripped it in half, stood on it, filled it with some toxic poison, then sewed it back into my rib cage using elastic bands. 

If she could wake up soon, then all the pain will go away, but only suffering will come from it. At Santana's end and mine. She will be recovering, and I will be trying to pick up the pieces she is dropping behind her.

An hour must have passed. Or maybe more. I would know if there was a damn clock plastered somewhere in this miserable hall. No one had even walked past for me to ask the time, and the doctors in the room were dead silent, well, so I thought. Until the door flew open, one of the nurses stepped out and entered the room Santana was in, then followed by the remaining doctors and nurses. I followed as they wheeled Santana back to her room in silence, then sat down next to her, taking her hand in mine.

"What's the deal then?" I questioned the doctor standing at the end of the bed with a clip board in hand. 

He looked up to me, let out a sigh and a slight cough then shook his head. "Uh, we can't discuss any further options until her legal guardian is present." 

"Well, I can call him?"

"We already have, he is on his way down." 

I nodded, then looked to Santana. In a few short minutes, I will find out whether the girl I am in love with is going to remember me at all or not. I don't know if it's something I am ready for, but at least we will know what to expect if she wakes up. 

If she wakes up.

The minutes went be slowly as I ran my thumb over Santanas cold hand. I checked the clock every few seconds, bracing myself for what the doctor was going to tell us. I had hope that Santana was going to wake up and remember everything, but I also had that slight feeling that maybe everything before the accident was too good to be true, and that Santana is going to be in a worse state than we expect. 

Rob walked into the room, he nodded his head toward me then looked to his daughter who was peacefully asleep. He looked completely broken. As far as I knew, he hadn't cried yet, he hadn't spoken about the condition Santana is in, he has showed no feelings which makes me think he could be just as heart broken as the rest of us, but he is trying to be strong, at least for Santana and his other childrens sake. 

He took the seat on the other side of Santana and rubbed her arm carefully, before pecking her on the head, then turned to look at the doctor who cleared his throat. "So, Ms Lopez results from her scans came back." He pinned two black and white photos onto the wall next to him. I made no sense of the photos. They just looked like two sheep, missing wall here and there. "And here," he pointed to the picture, "Was the area in which she hit her head. This means, she could have faced a bleed to brain, which potentially could have killed her. However, its a miracle, because there is no bleed what so ever. " He pointed to the other photo. "Here we have the different lobes to the brain, which the doctors spent more time analyzing as this tells us what we can expect. From the information they found, it does show that Santana could potentially have memory loss. Short term or long term, we won't know until she wakes up. However, we won't know for sure if it will be long term or not, but it is a 60 percent chance it could be. But, they had to look so in depth to find that information, so Santana could wake up with only confusion, but other than that, she is a miracle to survive the fatal accident." He spoke.

Santana is going to wake up not knowing what the hell is going on, or she is going to wake up and won't have any idea what has happened the past year, which means she will have no idea who I am. The thought of that, kills me.

"So when will she wake up?" Rob asked.

"We have been asking ourselves that each day. It's up to her to make the decision." He nodded. "A specialist in head injury is going to come up and speak some words to you." With that, he walked out, and a few seconds later, a lady walked in.

She looked no older than 40, and had blonde hair that was pulled into a bun, with the two parts at the front kept out. She was wearing black dress pants, with a white top and a black blazer over top. She was dressed rather smart, but she looked somewhat - not. I mean, she must be considering her job is something to do with brains, but, you never know.

"Hi, Rob? I am Bridget." She smiled, then reached her hand out to Rob, which he shook. "And you must be Brittany, the fiance?" She smiled to me. I nodded, then shook her hand. She took the seat from the corner of the room and moved it around near me. "So, I have all of Santanas records here, including the new information from today, so I will go over it tonight, but for now, I guess I can tell you what role I play, and how I can help you through Santanas journey."

Rob and I nodded, and let the woman continue.

"Now people when they come out of comas usually have a lot of confusion. They won't remember straight away why they are in a hospital room, or what happened, or who any one is at the time. The best way to help Santana is by explaining to her what happened, instead of questioning her. Help her understand the situation that she is in, but ensure her that everything is going to be okay. It is best to have someone with her that has known her for quite some time, because if she does suffer memory loss, we don't want to confuse her even more by having someone in the room that she may not remember-"

"Who then? Neither of us have known her long enough?" I cut her off and looked to Rob.

He shrugged his shoulders. "The only option we have is so contact Maribel or Alma."

"No, she won't want them." I spoke.

"We won't know what she want's until she wakes up." Bridget spoke. "Now, I will be here throughout the entire journey. I will help Santana get through what she is suffering from, and I will help her family understand the importance of keeping her safe from anything that could potentially stress her out or cause her to have an episode, which sometimes can cause her brain to work so many things at once, and cause seziures."

"We never got told she would have seziures?" Rob spoke.

"We don't know if she will, Rob. We have to make sure you understand everything that is going to happen as soon as the girl wakes up. We can't have her being too upset or too stressed because that isn't good for her-"

"We know what she is like, she is my daughter, and her fiance."

"She may not know that. She is going to come out from this deep sleep as someone completely different." Bridget spoke, obviously getting agitated. 

Those words sliced straight through me, surely enough to leave another few scars and bruises to my poor heart. Thinking about Santana coming out as a different person scares me. Knowing, that the girl I am in love with, is now someone I was in love with, and I am going to have to learn to love the new person that wakes up in this bed.

Loving Santana is harder than it was to begin with, and I know it will continue to have its ups and downs in the road to recovery, but despite all the chaos happening at the moment, my love will never belong to anyone else but the tan girl next to me. I promise to myself, that I will stick by her, no matter what the outcome is. And if it means making her fall in love with me all over again, then that is what I am going to have to do.

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