The very first thing she hears is beeping.
Rhythmic and consistent.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
She groans because she knows that can only mean one thing.
"I'm in the hospital, aren't I?" her words are heavy and thick.
The responding wave of excitement that hits her after her question throws her for a loop a bit.
Carmen is beside her almost as fast as Brittany is, tears in her eyes as she smiles down at her baby girl, finally coming to, "Si, mi hermosa. You're in the hospital."
Brittany doesn't fight the smile that shows up on her face when Santana opens her eyes to look at them. She whispers a tiny, "Hi," when Santana's eyes lock onto hers.
Santana blows her a kiss, "Hi."
Carmen reluctantly sits back down in the chair beside Santana's bed, "They brought you straight to the ER, and they were worried you may have given yourself a concussion. Luckily your thick skull saved your ass. You broke the skin at the back of your head, but you're okay."
Santana snorts gracelessly, "That explains the massive headache."
Carmen pauses to just look at her daughter, shaking her head in absolute awe and wonder at how she could have possibly given birth to this amount of sass.
"You came around earlier, but you were still so high on the morphine I doubt you'll remember that. The doctors came by and checked over you, gave you a pass."
The brunette grins at her mother lovingly as she carefully tries to lift her cast encased arm, "I see I broke my good arm."
Brittany shakes her head at her girlfriend in slight exasperation, "That's all that matters huh? Your left arm? And actually, it's your wrist. I'm guessing you stuck it out to break your fall."
Santana coos as she tugs on Brittany's hand gently, "It isn't all that matters mi hermosa, I'm sorry...I'm just, I'm okay and I was trying to make light of the situation a little bit. I love you babe, that's what matters."
Carmen crosses herself and sends up another prayer, once again thanking God for taking care of her little girl.
A knock on the door draws all their attention.
"Come in." The older Lopez calls out, knowing it could only be Rachel and Quinn. Judy had gone home to pack some clothes for Carmen and to take care of Leo.
Quinn sticks her head through the door first and then she's a complete blur as she hastily makes her way over to the bedridden brunette. Rachel following close behind.
"Don't you dare pull something like that on me again." Quinn says tearfully as Brittany shifts to let her in closer, squeezing her shoulder as she does so, and wrapping an arm around Rachel's shoulders as she sidles up alongside her, the brunette wrapping her own arm around Brittany's waist.
Santana lifts her right hand up and wipes the tears away as best as she can, "Lo siento mi linda. I'll make sure not to do that again."
Quinn gently takes hold of her hand and places kisses on the back and along her wrist, "You've absolutely wrecked all of us. Especially with your off key singing earlier."
Santana chuckles as she squeezes her hand as best as she can, "Again, I'm sorry."
Carmen caresses her cast covered left wrist, "We're all just very glad that you're alright. A few bumps and scrapes but por suerte nada más."
