(I've Never Reached An Answer) I'm Only Given Clues by thefooliam

Author:thefooliam
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Brittany P., FanFiction, Completed, Glee, Santana L.
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Published: 2012-01-17T16:00:00+00:00

14. Part 11a

This chapter was split into four parts on livejournal and, for the sake of length, I'm gonna split it into 2 parts on here to make it easier going.

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"Santana Lopez?" an older female voice asks down the phone. "Am I speaking to Santana Lopez now?"

Santana clears her throat. "Yes, this is Santana Lopez."

"I'm from the University of Miami Hospital," the woman says instantly. "It's about your grandmother, Elena González García de Lopez. She's asking for you."

Her eyes narrow and she shifts Quinn's body in her arms to clutch the phone closer to her ear. "I'm sorry," she says, sure she must have heard the woman wrong because of the quiet volume. Her grandma was always knocking the volume button and forgetting to turn it back up. "Can you repeat that, please?"

"My name is Debbie Stanley," the woman says instead and Santana finds herself nodding a little, curious. "I'm a nurse at the University of Miami Hospital. I'm calling about your grandmother, Elena?"

Santana gulps, her throat dry. "Okay..." she mumbles.

"She's at the hospital and she's asking for you," she goes on, raising her voice. Santana gets the feeling that she spends a lot of time on the phone calling people like this. "Shall I tell her you're on your way?"

Santana shakes herself out of it a little. "Uh, I'm in Key West," she explains dumbly. "Wait. Can you tell me why she's in the hospital first, please? Can I talk to her?"

"She's with the doctors." The line crackles, a whirlwind of frantic sounds and voices filling Santana's ears almost as quickly as her chest fills with terror. "They don't know what's wrong yet but she wants you here," the woman repeats. "Can you get here soon?"

"Yeah. Sure," she nods, a million things rushing around her head.

She's exhausted and her hangover is already present behind her eyelids, even after just a few minutes of sleep. She's glad when the woman asks her to hold a second and turns around to find Rachel, before lifting her hand to gesture that she needs a pen. Rachel jumps at the request and frantically looks around for one, not knowing where to start. Santana's pretty sure this is only the second time she's been up on the top floor and she rolls her eyes until Rachel returns a second later with a pen and notepad.

She pauses when she sees post-partum depression symptoms written at the top in her own handwriting and stares before hastily scribbling it out as the woman returns to the line. Santana clicks the pen and shifts Quinn again so that she can rest the notepad on the floor.

"Sorry, Ms. Lopez," the woman says kindly. "I was just trying to find out where you'd need to go once you got here but they're moving her so I don't have that information yet. Do you have a cell?" Santana reels it off from memory. "Excellent. I'll call you once I know where they're taking her but, if not, you can find me at the emergency room reception and I'll let you know where you need to go.

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