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

Chapter 5.

"Santana-" I heard a name. My name. That's it! My name is Santana, Santana Lo-, Lopez. Santana Diabla Lopez. That is who I am. Now, to put together who this girl is. I mean, of course I remember her from my dreams, I remember her being so symbolic to every dream I had. I remember her voice, her smile and her laugh. I remember her touch, her eyes and her warmth. I remember this girl, I know I do.

Memories started sweeping in, not too clear, but enough for me to put it all together. This girl, I met at the music school. I remember seeing her beautiful freckly face on my first day. I was friends with her friend, who I don't remember right now, but I know she isn't as important as the girl standing in front of me now being comforted by another girl. Geez. 

The more I stare into the blue, blue eyes. The more I begin to feel the connection between us, and the more I begin to realise that this is the girl who I have wanted my whole life. She is the girl who was there when no one else was. She was the girl who I woke up to most mornings. She is the girl I was, and still am completely in love with, and this girl goes by the name of -

"Brit-Brittany?" I chocked out. I felt tears trickle down my cheek as my Fiance, as I remember, jumped across the room and fell into my arms, sobbing louder than what she was initially. 

"Santana, oh my god. I can't believe you're awake." She chocked out between cries. I wrapped my two arms around her back, bringing her in closer to me. I remember this feeling, and I remember her more now than I did three seconds ago. She pulled away and looked into my eyes. "Do you remember who I am?"

"Yeah Britt, I do." I smiled, mostly at myself for getting the words out correctly. "It'll- it'll just take a bi-bit to remember everything"

She smiled once more, then fell back into my arms. "I love you so much Sanny."

"I love you, Brittany."

The nurse who came in during Brittany and my re unite, allowed us to rest before anyone else came to see me. The girl who was comforting Brittany minutes ago, had left, and I made a mental note to ask who she was, after I got some rest. Brittany climbed into the small bed next to me, wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me in close to her despite all the chords and tubes stuck on random bits of my body.

Although, I have no idea where the hell I am, or why. I do know who this girl is, and that I was sleeping, dreaming about her.

... (From here on, I recommend listening to the song 'No way out' by Phil Collins)

I felt pounding to my head, aching more than I have ever felt before. I opened my eyes to blonde locks in front of me. Brittany? What the hell is she doing so close to me? I yawned, and stretched my arm up before pulling myself up and rubbing my eyes. I had the best sleep eve-

Where the fuck am I?

I looked around, panicking as I took in the surroundings. There were at least twenty things hanging off every inch of my body, I was in a white bed, with white blankets, surrounded by white walls and a door to the right which revealed a lady at a desk.

"Where am I?" I almost yelled. The body next to me shifted, and a lady from outside ran into the room.

"Santana, calm down." She spoke.

"Where the fuck am I?" I cried, trying to rip these things from off my body. Brittany grabbed my hands and stopped me, then looked into my eyes with complete fear. 

"Why doesn't she remember?" Brittany called out to the nurse who was screaming something down the hallway.

"Remember what? WHY AM I HERE?" I yelled, freaking out over the predicament I was in. I felt like they had kidnapped us both and locked us in this tiny room which was more cold than what a freezer would be. 

"Santana please calm down." The lady called again, as a male ran in with a needle.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING?" I cursed as the guy got closer. "GET OFF ME!" I yelled to the lady and Brittany. The next while was a blur. I remember a needle puncturing my skin, and my whole body relaxing. I lay back down, and looked up to the ceiling with tears falling down each of my cheeks. 

Where am I?

Where is my dad? And my siblings? And Cass? And Sonia? 

Why am I in this room with strangers and Brittany?

So many fucking questions, but will I get answers?

"Britt?" I whispered.

"Yeah?" She spoke from the chair next to my bed.

"Wh-why am I here?" I chocked out.

"You-" Just before she could speak, my dad walked through the door. My face lit up as I saw him smiling at me, with Sonia following behind him.

"Hey Santana." They both smiled.

"Hey guys," I smiled back, then raised an eyebrow as my dad fell onto the chair, with tears falling freely as he grabbed my hand. "Why is everyone crying?" I questioned as I looked into each of their eyes. "Can someone tell me what the hell is happening?"

"Santana, you uh." Dad cleared his throat.

"What? Spit it out."

"You were involved in a car accident."

"W-what?" What the hell is he talking about.

"And you were quite badly injured."

"No, I have no idea what you're talking about." I spoke, confused as hell.

"You won't remember, they said that."

"Who?" What the hell is he on about?

"The doctors. They said you wouldn't remember much from just before your accident. Do you remember driving to Regionals?"

I frowned, then ravaged through my memories to remember that particular thing, which came to me in a matter of seconds. Of course I remember that. I nodded.

"You never made it there. A car crashed straight into your side of the car, which sent you flying out of the front window screen. You smacked straight onto the concrete road, and that is where the ambulance found you lying."

"No." I couldn't believe a word he was saying. "Can you tell me the truth now?"

"That is the truth Santana. You've been in a coma for a little over a month." 

"No." I cried. "No, I haven't." I cried harder. I have been sleeping for a whole month? With no recalling from any of those events. I don't know what it was I was feeling. I guess a mixture of fear, saddness and complete devastation. 

"I'm so sorry Santana." Dad cried, gripping my hand as I cried into my other. 

I cried, and cried, for what felt like hours.

How do I believe that a whole month had been ripped from me? I had missed out on four weeks of events to do with the people I love. I had brought fear into the lives of the ones I love. They wouldn't of known what the outcome would have been, and I feel completely fucking selfish over the actions I took to get involved in that car accident.

"How-how bad is my condition?" I chocked out.

"They say you're lucky to be alive."

And that was it, I cried until I couldn't cry out any more tears, and how long that took? I could never tell you, because I didn't note down the days.

(Omg I am so sorry for the late update. First of all, wattpad wouldn't even work for me at all. Then we had bad weather so the internet wasn't working properly. Then the internet stopped for good. BUT I am back, and so is this story! 8 votes, and 3 comments for next chapter xx)