Firehouse 51

Prologue

'We have a casualty on the first floor, back injury.'

"We're on it chief." Santana ran in first, with Brittany following close behind.

As they ran inside, Santana grabbed the radio on her belt and tried to get in contact with Chief Shuester.

"Chief we've got eyes on the casualty. Not too far from the front entrance."

Nothing. Static. She shook it off, thinking it was nothing.

"Alright, sir? Can you hear me? My names Brittany Pierce I'm a paramedic from Firehouse 51. If you can hear me, can you move your left hand?"

She waited for a response but got nothing.

"So what? Do we intubate?" Brittany sat there. "C'mon Britt, you're not gonna have me here with you in a week."

"No." She finally replied. "We start with some rescue breaths."

"Good." Santana smiled. The girls switched places and just as Brittany was about to perform some rescue breaths, there was an explosion and they were knocked unconscious.

*****

Santana finally came to, all she could hear was a ringing in her ear. Her PASS device was beeping, and so was Brittany's.

"Britt? Are you good?" She slowly got up and when she looked over at Brittany nothing seemed to be wrong. She just wasn't moving. "Britt?"

Santana crawled closer to her to see that the blonde was still unconscious, and had a metal rebar sticking straight out of her chest.

"NO! Brittany no!" She scrambled over to her, trying to figure out how she was gonna control the bleeding. Tears were filing her eyes now, her judgement wary. Santana was one of the greatest paramedics in Lima but nothing could've prepared her for this.

Nothing. No test, no examinations.

Brittany was the love of her life, and here she was with all the knowledge and training yet she wasn't doing anything. Her hands didn't want to move. She started shaking. She was screaming, and within seconds Lt. Quinn Fabray came running down the stairs. She slid over to Brittany, not knowing what to do as well.

"San. Santana hey. You need to calm down. Help her." Santana snapped out of it and began to tear her shirt off to expose the wound.

"It's through and through, Q." There was blood dripping from where the rebar had entered her chest cavity. "We need to stabilize it."

As they tried to stabilize it, Brittany came to and started to panic.

"What happened? What the.. San?" A single tear fell from the corner of her eye, and Santana grabbed onto her hand. "It hurts, San."

"Don't worry okay babe? We're gonna get you outta here. I promise."

Brittany started screaming, the pain was unbearable. Santana cringed at the sound of her girlfriend in pain. She squeezed Brittany's hand harder.

"I'm sorry babe. I'm so sorry." Her heart had basically ripped in half. Another paramedic team had been called to the scene and was now running in with a gurney.

She turned to Santana. Her blue eyes didn't have their usual perky glow to them. "San. I love you. I love..." And she went unconscious again.

"Britt? No. Brittany? Brittany?!" Quinn pulled Santana away from her just as her eyes shut but she was desperately trying to get back to her. The paramedics were now getting Brittany onto the gurney and prepping her to be moved. "Baby I love you! No! Quinn let me go!"

Santana was putting up a good fight but Quinn was doing her best to hold her back. The strong woman she knew and loved was now a sobbing mess on the ground. Blood on her hands, tears falling from her eyes. Quinn sat next to her and threw her arms around her, with tears filling her eyes. She held onto her as tight as she could. A huge puddle of blood was in front of them, and that's when she realized that her best friends life now hung in the balance and there was nothing they could do to help.