I am... (Barry And Sebastian One-shots Part Two)

Cardiac

Bassy grinned as he twisted, moving in sync with the rest of his Warblers. When he first reached out to Santana all those years ago he didn't realise it would get him here, dancing alongside his schoolmates again.

He smirked as another messed up, causing them all to tumble to the floor. Sebastian had missed this, the feeling was freeing. To not have to hide away, to release himself and let himself smirk and tumble like he was a teen again.

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Bassy grinned as he walked into the room taking a bite out of his energy bar. He shook his head in amusement at the looks he got from his Warblers and the New Directions. "Traffic," he answered, seeing at least four of them wince in pity.

Stopping five head on lorry collisions had to count as traffic? Bassy was sure that being vehicle related meant it counted. It wasn't like he could just ignore them; what kind of hero would do that? Although there must have been some strange reactions to the Flash being spotted outside of Central.

Bassy glanced at the mostly untouched energy bar before looking back at the waiting schoolmates. He chuckled, placing it in his jacket as he hung it up. Bassy smirked at the cheer his Warblers released at spotting the clothes he wore. "Yes, yes," he chuckled, "I managed to find my old uniform."

Quickly practice started, twirling and moving around the whole stage. They moved quickly through the songs they planned and they laughed as they started more unplanned ones.

However, Sebastian first noticed it as he handed Blaine his blazer. The tingling numbness of his hand, the way his left side felt unable to support the blazer as he handed it over.

But he pushed it away as he continued into the dance, smirking as Blaine chuckled next to him as they continued the movements. He was just overexcited from being able to spend so long here together.

They had just started to reenact their little carpark spat (hopefully slushy free) when Sebastian felt his voice wheezing. He could hardly keep up with the song. However, he knew it was bad when Santana threw the fake punch and he didn't move quickly enough away.

It felt like someone had chained him up, his chest tight and painful. He hardly felt it as he hit the floor. Bassy scratched at his chest, his voice cutting out as his throat started to hurt.

There was black creeping in, Bassy noticed as he fell to his side. He looked up, shaking from the effort. "I-" Bassy wheezed, his words catching in his chest. He felt his heart beat beneath his hand, and he knew he shouldn't be able to count it so easily.

"Call 911!"

Bassy tried to claw at his chest again, the other reaching out towards whoever just shouted. "Don-" He couldn't get his words out. Why couldn't he get his words out? He tried breathing deeper, but nothing was working. His chest tightened, the black creeped across his vision.

The last thing Bassy saw was the worried face of Kurt.

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Santana watched in shock as the paramedics fitted the defib to Sebastian's chest. She had noticed previously how the man had grown pale, but she didn't realise. He wasn't even forty, yet there were talks of a heart attack?

She felt weak from where she collapsed against the wall. She hated how she thought the man was dramatic when he first collapsed. She choked back a cry, what if the last thing that happened to him was her hitting him?

"We've got a heartbeat."

Santana closed her eyes as she collapsed to her knees. She could hear others in the room similar to her. Her muscles shook as she climbed to her feet. She needed to get to the hospital they were taking him to.