Where I Belong

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

Santana awoke to hear a loud beeping sound, ringing in her ears. She felt…numb. As she opened her eyes, the room was lightly lit. Flowers surrounded her, on tables and the floor with balloons that said ‘Get better!’ She looked down at the stinging sensation on the top of her hand. A needle poked into her skin, covered by a bit of tape. It was connected to a tiny tube that went up into an IV bag; the clear fluid almost out.

She moaned as the pain weighed down on her like a ton of bricks. Her whole body felt sore and achy, especially her heart. Depression filled her as the pain became worse.

The door opened suddenly, and her parents walked in.

“Sweetie, you’re finally awake,” her mom said quietly, in a soothing voice. She smiled but Santana could tell it was forced.

“Why am I in the hospital?” she asked confused.

Her father answered “you had an accident baby girl, and were in a coma.” he acted the same as her mom.

“How long have I been out?”

“Two weeks,” they both said at the same time.

“What? That long?!” she gasped.

They nodded. A man in a white coat holding a clipboard walked in hastily. “I’m glad you’re finally awake miss! We were very worried about you condition at first, but you seem to be okay now,” he looked down at her kindly.

“What exactly happened to me?” she became suspicious by the way they were acting around her; like they were walking around on egg shells.

“You’ve been through a very rough ordeal miss. I advise you to rest, so,” he turned to her parents. “Sorry alpha and Luna, I have to do my job. No visitors allowed until morning,” he looked down at the floor, afraid of angering his leaders.

Her parents both sighed then walked out. Santana couldn’t help but wonder what really happened to her. “It must be bad,” she mumbled to herself.

Santana couldn’t get back to sleep. Sitting up, she rolled her legs over the edge of the bed. Her whole body throbbed in pain. After a few minutes, she was able to press her feet to the cold floor.

A nurse walked in at that moment and nudged her back to bed. “You need sleep young one. Try to do so as it will help you heal,” she said in a calm voice.

Once she lay on the bed, the nurse added a new IV bag to the tube. She felt her eyes close, after what seemed like a few minutes and passed out in a deep sleep.

“Hey baby girl, it’s me, Damon,” she heard his voice calling for her out in reality. Was it really him? Didn’t he leave?

Opening her eyes, she saw Damon, and all her friends crowding around her. Hadyn and Tate stood beside him with tears in their eyes.

“Aren’t you guys mad at me? Why are you here?” she asked confused.

“Not anymore, I’m so sorry for everything! Let’s be friends again okay?” she said with tears dripping down her cheeks. A sob escaped her lips, and she turned into her mate’s chest. “I feel so bad,” she whispered out loud.

She turned to Damon who shouldn’t even be in town. “And why are you here?”

“I found out about what happened and turned around. You needed me,” he smiled at her but it was the same fake one that her parents gave her.

“Seriously, what the hell is going on?” she asked annoyed.

“We’ll tell you once you come home. But this time you’ll be staying at Nesta’s for awhile. She’ll help you. And I’m going to be there with you every second and step of the way!” Damon stated.

She got in the truck feeling weaker than ever. It was strange. And she couldn’t help but notice the looks that the pack members were giving her; sadness, sympathy?

When they came into Nesta’s driveway, the old woman ran out to her with open arms. Santana narrowed her eyes at her. “Since when did she start liking me?” she thought to herself.

“Come in child, do you want something to eat or some hot chocolate to warm up your little hands?”

“A hot chocolate, please?” she felt embarrassed to ask.

Damon helped her up the porch steps and pulled out a chair for her in the kitchen. Nesta ripped open the package, and then emptied it into a white mug. After the water finished boiling, she poured it in as well.

“Would you like marshmallows Hun?”

Santana frowned; Hun?

“Yes please,” she nodded.

Once the cup was in her hands, she smiled her thanks.

“So you know what happened to me. Care to tell me?” she looked at both Nesta and Damon.

They looked at each other worriedly, not sure if they should tell her. That was when Derek walked in the door.

“Hey sweetheart,” he smiled warmly at her.

She gasped. “Derek?”

He nodded towards Damon, nudging to tell her. “She’ll find out sooner or later, and it’ll be worse.”

Santana started to get worried.

Nesta walked over to the tabled and reached out towards her hand.

“Hun, I don’t know…how to tell you this…”

“Tell me!” she almost yelled.

“We think Nova…he’s dead.”

Santana dropped the mug she was holding on the floor. It crashed loudly, but her screaming drowned out the sound. She felt warm arms around her, holding her close.

“Its okay sweetheart, we’re here. Shh,” Derek tried to soothe her. But all she thought about was her mate. And then the pain scorched through her like a thousand knives and she’d rather be dead than to be without him.

There was a warm softness around her, but all she felt was cold. Someone must have moved her onto a bed. “Shh, just sleep,” Damon’s voice was near. She knew he lay beside her. Drifting off, she quickly wrapped her arms around his chest, needing warm body contact against her. As soon as she did, the darkness consumed her.

Nova was dead, and she felt it physically, mentally, and emotionally.

Gone…

END OF CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

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