"Ay, watch it!" snapped the young Latina as she felt the needle clumsily poke through her skin. She glared at the doctor with eyes that burned with the fire of a thousand Suns but he'd seen it all throughout his lifetime and was not the least bit impressed. Her eyes slid back to her arm and the syringe slowly filling up with her own blood. It was a weird feeling, a weird impression. It was entirely unnatural yet she knew she couldn't move. She looked away.

"Why do you have to take so much blood anyway?

- because we were asked to do a full blood panel."

Santana grunted. It was already getting late in the afternoon and she'd been at the hospital since this morning. She'd even been through the CT scan machine which was weird and scary to her slightly claustrophobic mind. The initial fear and anxiety she'd felt at the beginning of the day was being replaced with fatigue and irritation from being poked and probed. Although the brunette didn't believe her mother's explanation as to all these tests being run, she desperately wanted to, the telephonic conversation she'd overheard still floating at the back of her mind. She couldn't have cancer. She was young and healthy and, and...

"Alright, we're done."

'Good because I have a massive headache'

Without a word, the young girl got up and walked off, squeezing her arm a little to dull the stinging sensation left where the blood was drawn. She was chewing her lower lip, lost in her head and not paying attention to where she was going when she found herself colliding full force in to someone, projecting her to the floor.

"What the fuck asshole watch where you're going!

- Hello to you too Santana."

The teen who'd been literally trembling with rage looked up, recognizing Quinn, who looked at her expectantly with her trademark cocked eyebrow. She crossed her arms stubbornly and pointedly looked away from the hand offered to her. The blonde shrugged.

"Suit yourself."

The brunette folded her legs beneath herself to get back up when a stinging pain slicing through her brain. Her vision blurred and she almost fell back to the ground, steadying herself by putting a hand on the wall. She hated the fact the other girl was seeing her like this and wondered why it had to happen now of all times.

"Are you ok?

- I'm just peachy! I'm only here for a routine check up."

'I didn't ask...' Hazel eyes looked up and down, concerned, but knowing to proceed carefully around the easily upset Latina. Although she usually went along with Santana's tough girl act, it was easy for her to see just how ridiculously sensitive she was. She supposed most people were either too dumb or too scared of angering her to notice how easily roused she was.

"What are you here for anyway? Got knocked up again?"

'There you go again, San, deflecting'

"That wasn't even creative, I was expecting something to do with my stretch marks.

- Fuck you, Fabray.

- I'm here because of concerns in regards to post-pregnancy triggered diabetes."

The brunette squinted, trying to find her vision's focus again. She hadn't expected Quinn to answer so honestly or openly and her brows furrowed slightly, a little taken aback.

"You'll never guess who I ran in to earlier on, either.

- I don't like guessing games, Stretchy.

- Brittany. "

Worry washed over the mahogany-eyed girl's face that was already contorted in pain. Noticing this, the head cheerleader quickly clarified.

"She was here to get a prescription for the pilll."

The pain in her head was rapidly growing near unbearable. Her knees buckled and she closed her eyes, trying to focus, still fighting to appear as strong as she possibly could. The blonde's maternal instincts took over and she cupped Santana's face with a hand on either side. The slightly shorter girl jerked her head back abruptly, causing herself to nearly topple over again. She recovered just in time and although she couldn't really see, she tried to glare as she seethed.

"Don't touch me!

- Santana, you are not okay, let me in, let me help!

- Fuck off, leave me alone!"

The Latina sprinted off a bit blindly, she was feeling sick and needed to make her way to the restroom urgently. Quinn rolled her eyes and darted off after her motioning to the nurses and hospital staff that everything was okay and under control. Sort of. The blonde caught up with her, just as she was swinging the doors open to the ladies' and Santana practically threw herself at the nearest toilet bowl, lifting the seat just in time. Her friend quickly rushed to her side, gently pulling back the jet black locks so as to preserve them from being soiled. Neither of them said anything and the brunette didn't attempt to push her away. She stayed still for a while after she was done vomiting, trembling slightly from the shock. The other girl let go of her hair when she brought her head back up and let herself slide to the floor, sitting down beside Quinn. Eyes closed, the young girl tried to steady herself and the two remained silent until she slowly tried to pull herself off the floor.

Whether it was pride, habit, or principle, Santana did not seek any further help from the blonde who nonetheless kept a weary eye on her for any signs of weakness. They walked out of the stall and up to the sink where the black-haired girl ran cold water that she splashed her face with and wiped her mouth clean, being careful to completely avoid any visual contact with the pair of hazel eyes that watched over her closely. Quinn reached for some paper towels and as she handed them over to Santana she finally broke the silence.

"And I'm the one getting the pregnancy jokes!

- Can it, Tubbers.

- You know I'm kidding, but something is seriously wrong with you.

- Nothing is wrong with me I am perfectly normal!"

The blonde's ears perked up in curiosity. She had meant to talk about the other girl's health, and she should have responded that she was fine. The use of the word normal certainly did not escape her, but before she could react, she was sprayed with a jet of cold water. Squealing in surprise she jumped back and looked at Santana, mouth agape before regaining her composure and tossing a ball of brown paper right back at her. With the agility of a cat, the Latina avoided it easily and smirked. Smirk which, was wiped of her face just as fast when the ice cold water made contact with her skin.

"You are so dead, Fabray!"

They splashed about in the restrooms for a couple of minutes, in an impromptu water fight that ended up with the both of them half soaked and giggling uncontrollably. With Santana's ego restored there was no avoidance or aggression when they looked at each other after having calmed down. They stayed quiet for a few seconds before Quinn gently reached for the brunette's hand.

"You're not here for a routine, Santana. I'm not stupid.

- ... I.

- I promise, your secret is safe with me.

- I overheard my mother talking about cancer, yesterday and right after she made a medical appointment for me."

The silence was deafening. Santana looked away and it felt like hours trickled by, when it fact only a few long seconds had.

"... Leukimia?

- What? How would I know! I don't even believe it. I mean its why I'm getting tested!

- Calm down, I was only asking."

The blonde's intuition however had picked up on a lot of signals in recent times and with that knowledge in her back pocket she allowed herself to smile.

"You'll be fine, Lopez. I don't think they'll find anything with these tests."

She held out her arm for Santana to link hers in to it.

"You're fucked up, but that's the way you're meant to be.

- SHUT IT, STRETCHY!

- Never, I enjoy seeing you squirm"