Trauma.

Chapter six

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Chapter six.

I sighed. Mr Schue had been going on and on about something for the last fifteen minutes, and I honestly didn't even care anymore. I just wanted to get back to the hospital and check on Sebastian.

"Something wrong, Santana? Too good for school?"

I looked at the offender, it was Rachel. Gosh, I wanted to punch her. She was so annoying with her high and mighty attitude and perfect quarterback boyfriend. "Excuse me?" I shot back, more as a warning than as me asking her to repeat what she had said, because I had definitely caught what she had said.

Rachel lifted her head, trying to make herself look more confident. It didn't work, it only made her look more bratty. "I asked if you were too good for school. After all, you missed most of the day doing who knows what." She replied, her nasally voice becoming even more annoying. "Where even were you?"

I inhaled deeply, looking around the room. Kurt and Blaine were absent, because Blaine couldn't be active yet and Kurt didn't want him to be alone. The only person who knew what had happened was Quinn and I didn't dare tell anyone else over the weekend. "I was at the hospital." I told her, watching as everyone gave me confused looks. "Over the weekend there was a hit and run. I witnessed it, and decided to stay with the victim. He just had surgery this morning."

They stayed quiet and Rachel sat down. "Who was it?" Someone asked, I wasn't sure who.

I bit my lip. Thankful that Kurt and Blaine weren't here for this, I really didn't want Kurt tying an ascot noose for me. "Sebastian Smythe. He was hit right outside of Lima Bean." I told them, not even having to wait before they were in an uproar.

"Sebastian Smythe!?" Rachel yelled, walking in front of me, "As in the guy who is our competition, and who hurt Blaine!?"

"Guys!" Mr Schue yelled, quieting the room, "Santana, do you want to explain?"

I rolled my eyes, I really didn't want to. Sebastian was hated here, the name was almost a swear word. They couldn't understand because they didn't see him choking on blood on the sidewalk, they didn't see him break down when he realized he could remember anything. And they weren't there when he was begging me to stay with him while they were loading him into the ambulance. They wouldn't understand.

"Not really." I replied, sitting down, "and Rachel, no one want to hear your crap."

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Sebastian Smythe snored. Not a loud one that sounded like a bug or a truck, but a soft one that just reminded me of sleep. A deeper inhale paired with a lighter exhale, which I knew wasn't the sounds of a machine. It was sorta the last thing I would have guessed about him.

I leaned back in the chair I was sitting in and looked at the school book in my lap, though I knew I wasn't going to get anything done right now.

I sighed, rubbing my forehead. I knew the other kids in New Directions were going to kill me. I was with Sebastian Smythe, and to them, that was a criminal offense. I honestly didn't really care.

"Hey.."

I looked up and smiled. "Hey, Seb." I greeted, placing my hand on his, "how are you feeling?"

He inhaled and closed his sleep filled eyes. "Is saying that I feel like I was hit by a truck inappropriate?" He asked as he yawned.

I chuckled. I was kinda happy that even though he had lost his memory. He still had his high level of sass and sarcasm. Though I was pretty sure I wouldn't stay happy about that forever, I mean, he is Sebastian Smythe. "Maybe a little.." I answered, showing a small distance between my fingers for emphasis.

He smiled, it was a small, half smile, but it hit me like a blow in the stomach. It was the first time he had smiled since the accident. Maybe even the first genuine smile he had ever given me. "Okay, a car then."

I sighed, looking down at my hands. "Sebastian," I started, feeling sick as soon as I did. "I know that you probably don't want to talk about this.. but, where is your dad? Shouldn't he be here?" I asked, only looking up after I had finished.

Seb's face had gone stony and the lack of emotion kinda scared me. "Santana, my dad is in Florida. We don't have a great relationship, which is why he isn't here, and why I board at Dalton instead of someplace closer. He doesn't care about me, that's why I'm so far away from him."

Well, I guess that answered my question...

So Sebastian has family issues, Santana is about to punch Rachel, and I need to write another part to this story because I only have two more pre-written parts left. Please vote and comment! I would love to know your thoughts!

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