Trauma.

Chapter Four

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Chapter four.

I sat up straight, my brow furrowed. "Wait," I said, raising my left hand, "you can't remember what?"

"I don't know!" He squeaked, tears beginning to fall, "Apparently it's halfway through the semester and I can't remember anything I've learned, anyone I've met, I had to ask the doctors where I was! I'm in Lima Ohio United States of America, apparently, I go to Dalton Academy! I can't even remember your name.."

He batted at tears while I sat in shock, he didn't remember anything, he didn't remember meeting New Directions, becoming the Warblers lead singer, singing Michael Jackson, and something tells me that he doesn't remember injuring Blaine.

I squeezed his hand, getting his attention back. "I'm Santana Lopez. I go to McKinney high school, and I'm also part of the glee club New Directions." I told him, watching his face.

"I knew you, didn't I?" He said, tears falling, but he didn't mess with them, "the accident, I can't really remember it, but when you found me, you knew my name."

I nodded, squeezing his hand again. "We're in rival glee clubs, and you hang out at Lima Bean- a coffee shop a lot."

He closed his eyes, taking a shuddering breath as another sob racking through his body. "I don't remember any of this..." he whispered, I wasn't sure if it was to himself or to me as well.

"Hey," I started, "it'll be okay." I reassured, running my thumb along his knuckles.

"Thank you, Santana." He told me, leaning his head against his shoulder, and falling asleep.

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Sebastian's point of view

When I opened my eyes it was blindingly bright, the light burning my eyes, I quickly shut them. "Ow..." I whimpered, turning my head, before regretting it as a wave of dizziness washed over me.

"Seb."

I tried to turn towards the noise, but I stopped as pain rockets through my side and chest. "Hey, hey," I felt a hand place itself on mine as Santana's voice fills the air again, "don't move, Seb, you'll hurt yourself."

"Santana?" I whispered, my voice was really scratchy and my throat felt like glass was trying to tear it apart.

"Hmm?" She answered, running her thumb across my knuckles, her hands were really soft, and as much as I hated to admit it, it was really comforting.

"What happened?" I asked her, it was driving me crazy that I couldn't remember it. The last thing I remember was getting onto a plane leaving Florida to go to a boarding school, everything after that was... blurry, like a dream that I was trying so hard to remember.

Santana's hand froze for a second, and she inhaled deeply. "Sebastian, you were hit by a car," she told me, "you had massive amounts of internal bleeding, a major concussion, a collapsed lung, and you broke your left leg, a few ribs, and your wrist. You just came out of recovery."

That at least explained why my entire body was just emitting dull throbs not full on searing pain. That didn't mean that it didn't suck though.

"Seb," she started, hesitating slightly, "where is your family? Shouldn't they be here?"

I bit my lip. "My dad is an attorney, do you really think that he can just set everything down and hop on a plane from Florida to Lima Ohio just because I got hurt?" I cried, using all of my willpower not to cry, this was a very touchy subject..

"Isn't that what parents do?" She asked, "and what about your mom?"

I held back a scream. "She's dead, Santana!" I exclaimed, an unwanted sob escaping me, it was becoming increasingly harder to breathe. "She's been dead since I was eight!"

I coughed, grabbing at the collar of my gown. I couldn't breathe, it felt like the my chest was being squeezed shut. "Help!"