Chapter five.

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Chapter five.

Santana's point of view.

I looked at Sebastian in shock. What kind of father wouldn't be there if you were hurt? Even if he lived four states away. He had gone through surgery early this morning, and he was alone.

He coughed, grabbing the front of his gown and pulling it away from his neck and chest. "Help!" He squeaked, letting out a wheeze before coughing again.

I clicked the small red nurse call button, and then turned my attention to Sebastian. He continued coughing, his lips tinged blue. "San.. Sant.. can't breathe!" He gasped, grabbing my hand as I elevated the bed, hoping that the elevation would help him stop coughing, it had to be really painful..

"Shh.. shh.." I soothed, running my hand through his hair. "You're okay..." I told him, this time I was much more sure of what I was telling him, we weren't on the sidewalk across from Lima Bean anymore, but in a hospital where he could be treated correctly. Yeah, I was much more sure.

Seb leaned into my touch, then it hit me. He said he couldn't remember me, he didn't know who I was, he wasn't sure where he was, and he was putting his faith in me, this was the epitome of blind faith.

He coughed again, squeezing his eyes shut. "Sant.." He whimpered, increasing his grip on my hand tightly enough to hurt, but I decided against saying anything, it didn't seem right.

I looked up at the door as a nurse ran in. She ran over to an oxygen tank and placed the mask on his face. It amazed me how calm she looked, my heart was racing, my stomach clinched, I was practically paralyzed from the sheer shock of him not breathing, it scared me, and yet, she continued to do her work without faltering.

After a moment he relaxed, leaning back on the bed and squeezing my hand. "You're okay," I whispered, running my thumb across his knuckles, "you're alright."

He sighed, pushing his head farther into the pillows. "Sleepy.." he murmured, using his good hand to pull up the blanket, and closing his already drooping eyes.

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I walked into school four hours late, but honestly, I couldn't have cared less. My mind was still on the Warbler laying in a hospital bed because someone decided to hit him with their car. Gosh, he was a kid, who would do that? You should at least get out and stay with the person you tried to kill, even Auntie Snixx understood the logic behind that.

I walked into Schue's Spanish class, I wasn't quite sure why I took it, I was hispanic, I knew Spanish as well as I knew English. But I had to take it.

I scanned the classroom before sitting down. Rachel sat in the back with her headphones in, probably listening to some boring showtunes music, in front of her Kurt and Blaine sat together hand in hand as Kurt quietly read aloud to Blaine, a pair of sunglasses covering Blaine's eyes for protection.

Seeing Kurt and Blaine reminded me of the severity of his injury, though the slushie had only scratched his cornea it had still caused a lack of sight, and even though he was getting it back he still had difficulty reading, so anyone who shared a class with Blaine now helped him with his assignments.

Rachel walked up and sat beside me. "Where have you been?" She demanded as she crossed her arms and glared.

I sighed, looking up at her. I wasn't exactly sure how to tell them what had happened yesterday, how was I supposed to tell them that I had spent the morning in the hospital with the boy who blinded Blaine? They would kill me, no, Rachel would kill me, Kurt would personally make a noose out of ascots and bowties for me.

"What does it matter, Berry?" I spat, pulling out my books, "I'm here now."

Her glare darkened as she stood up. "Fine," she said, pushing her hair away from her face, "but I demand an explanation later. Along with the rest of New Directions."

I sighed again, it was going to be a long day.

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