A New Life

13.

(Brittany's POV)

"WHAT....WHAT'S HAPPENING!?" I feel like I am screaming out repeatedly but no one is listening to me. Arizona, Callie, April and about 3 nurses are all surrounding Jax's bed as he seems to be having a fit. His whole body is tense, unresponsive and his eyes are fixated in the back of his head. "Callie what's going on?" I ask looking frantically at Jax. Callie doesn't respond as she seems to be getting the defibrillating paddles ready. "Arizona, please is he okay?" Arizona too doesn't respond to me, my frustration is growing rapidly, I am scared and no body will tell me what's going on. "I'm right here Jax...stay with me!" I call out over the shoulders of the nurses. "Someone needs to get her out of here." April says to the nurses. "Charging to 150....CLEAR!" I watch as Arizona sets the paddles down on Jax's chest, his body taut, bouncing a little upwards before crashing back down against the bed. "Oh my god.." I begin to cry. "Seriously, Brittany you need to get out of here!" Callie calls as she powers up the defibrillator again. "Charging to 200...CLEAR!" "Come on honey, you need to leave" The nurse takes a hold of my arm, practically having to push me out of the door.

"Charging to 300...CLEAR! SOMEONE PAGE SANTANA...NOW!!!!" I can hear Arizona calling out from through the wall, I am just praying Jax can hold on, once Santana is here everything will be okay...it'll all be okay. Several moments have past and suddenly the group of doctors come bounding out of Jax's room, pushing him on his bed. They look calm, but acting quickly as they cart him away towards the elevator. "CALLIE..." I call out after my friend, I just want to know what is going on. I see her stop, looking to April and Arizona for the okay to come and talk to me. "Go. We'll be fine, Santana is on her way." April reassures her before they continue the sprint to the elevator with the bed. "What the hell happened?" My voice is breaking, I didn't realise just how hard I must have been crying. I have a headache already from crying so much, my face feels swollen and puffy.

"Britt, we don't know an awful lot at this stage. His stats were normal just a few hours ago, something has happened that's caused this fit. It could be the mass, it could be something else. But honestly we don't know until Dr Lopez gets here." she says, sounding sorry that she has no more detail to give. "Dr Lopez? Really Callie...wow." I scoff, folding my arms and turning away from her. "Brittany, we have been asked to treat this like any other case. We all have to forget the past, it's hard for Santana-" I instantly whip my head back around. "Hard for Santana!? What about me!? I have to live with the mistake of cheating every single fucking day of my life, I am reminded of the heartbreak I have imposed on my family. But I tried to apologise, I begged and grovelled and still nothing was good enough for her!" there is a whole mix of rage, tiredness, anxiousness merging together which has contributed to my slightly over the top, selfish reaction just then; but for night now I don't care. "Can you just ask Santana to come and find me as soon as she can....oh sorry, I meant Dr Lopez!" I chide and storm off down to the waiting area, leaving Callie a little dumbfounded in her place.

(Santana's POV)

I sprint from my car into the main reception of the hospital. I head straight to Jax's room only to find it's empty, apart from one nurse. "Which OR are they in?" I say through ragged breath, "OR 2." The nurse tells me, as I begin my sprint again to the operating theatre. "SANTANA!" I hear someone calling my name from behind me, I quickly stop and look around to find an out of it Brittany in the middle of the hallway. "What's happening!?" she looks truly worried, but I have nothing to appease her. "I know as much as you right now!" I shout as I start running back down the hall way. "FIND ME AFTER!" I wave my arm up in the air as a response as I storm through the double doors where only authorised personnel are allowed.

I barge through the door into the room attached to the operating room where all surgeons, nurses and anyone who steps foot in that OR go to scrub in for any surgery. I scrub in for a solid five minutes, covering every skin molecule on my hands. I have one nurse putting my latex gloves on, another puts on my gown and another my scrub cap and mask. "What's the situation?" I ask Callie as she steps out from the operating room into the scrub room. "He started having some sort of seizure, he went into cardiac arrest, his stats were and still are all over the place, pupils dilated, we had to bring him straight here." I give her a nod as we both enter the operating room.