FACE TO FACE → THESE FOUR WALLS
Santana had been told she was lucky over and over again while she'd been in that hospital bed. Her mother had arrived in tears and not let her go for about half an hour, muttering in Spanish about how much she cared about her while her father stood back and gave her a smile she couldn't quite decipher. She'd started crying again when her mother had continued to tell her how important and special she was but Santana had been quick to insist she was fine, it was her abuela who needed their support right now. The looks of their faces had been roaring with pride that even after after all the vicious things her grandparent had said she had never turned her back. Dealing with the friend had been almost tiresome for Santana and after they'd had their fuss and paid their words of support she had done her best to dismiss them. The only friend she had needed there was Rachel. The same Rachel who was currently helping her climb the stairs to their apartment. That fucking lift. Santana had been kept in hospital the night after her admission as well, just so the medical staff could confirm that her organs were not damaged. Something she should be very thankful for her luck about. "Rach, I'm not disabled!" Santana snapped as she finally reached the landing. She may have been discharged but she could still feel the weight on her body. The alcohol had left her system but the marks of the night hadn't. The cut through her brow was healing fast but the bruising still covered most of the side of her face. "Just open the g-damn door so I can burn these clothes,"
