Live For You (brittana) glee

Leave The Past In The Past

(Santana's Pov)

I wake up to the sound of banging on my door and see I'm actually in bed at home this time. I get out of bed and open up my bedroom door to see Quinn and Emily watching me. I go from very sleepy to very alert and I watch as they eye each other and I quickly try to close the door but they burst in.

"Santana" Quinn says and I sigh.

"I don't want to talk about it" I say as I climb back into bed pulling the covers over me. I feel the covers pulled off of me and I screamed.

"What the hell, I'm not dealing with this when I have to get up soon to go back in" I say and Quinn watches me.

"Santana your taking off for a couple of days" she says and I laugh.

"Yeah right, stretch marks. I'm going in at 9. You should be happy. I left at 2am and not going back in until 9am" I say and they look annoyed.

"Sam told us about your incident with the little girl in the hospital" Emily says and I'm up. I walk past them and pick out my outfit for the day and then look at them.

"I'm fine" I say and walk towards bathroom door.

"Santana you keeping all of your shit repressed is not being fine. Your a ticking time bomb and you need to talk about how you feel" Quinn says and I laugh.

"That's the thing, if I talk about it then I'll be admitting that it's my fault mom and dad died" I say seriously and shut the door before they can speak.

At 9am I walk into the hospital and get ready to start another day of work. I look around and see its pretty quiet today but it's still early.

"Hey sexy, don't I look hot in this outfit" Demi says and I smile.

"You got the job" I ask and she smirks.

"Yup, maybe I should come to you for situations more often" she says and walks up on me. She walks behind me and drag her hands underneath my shirt.

"You have a deep V like a guy and that is so hot" she whispers and I laugh as I see Brittany walking out as she sees me. She put her head down and walk out quickly and just like that, I'm pissed off.

"What wrong" Demi says removing her hands and becoming serious.

"Also, why the hell is your hand wrapped up" she says and I sigh.

"There's this patient who is in a abusive situation. Every time she comes in which is like twice a week, it reminds me how much control I really have to helping her which is none and it pisses me off. I didn't have control of several situations and I lost people very close to me. I don't like having no control" I say as Demi wipes my face and I sigh.

"Keep fighting, God give his hardest battles to his strongest soldiers" she says and I just smile sadly while walking away and to my office. I'm slowly but surly breaking down and just....It's hard for me to even talk or think about them. I've cried plenty of times but all I feel when I think about them is guilty. Jessica and my parents are the reason I became a doctor in he first place.

"Santana we need you" I hear and run to the emergency entrance.

"What do we got" I ask and look at a women with a a metal object lodged into her stomach and head.

"Carla Thompson, 34, 5'6, Italian and Thai, traumatic car accident" he says as we role her into the room. I get geared up as they wash around the areas and move a lot of the debris. The anesthesiologist come in and inject her. I put a oxygen mask onto her and then wait a minute until I use a mini camera. I slide it down her throat to see if the object have ripped into the digestion part wich it didn't thank god. I then cut a small incision above the metal price to see how bad the damage is. I sigh as she in fact did tear into her large intestine and slit her small one. I take a deep breath and hold it praying it didn't go all the way through her. I sigh seeing it's only half way after looking at some Scans.