Kissing Hunter on the cheek in the cab, Santana bolted out of the car and into the hospital. She was still crying, it was normal for her now. Running up to the front counter, she realized she was making a spectacle of herself, but she didn't care. Letting air fill her lungs, Santana told the woman at the front desk that she was here to see Sam Evans and Emily Fields and that she needed to see them right away. "Miss, I'm going to have to ask you to calm down." The woman told her, emotionless. The lady didn't care that she was crying or that the boy who was like a damn brother to her was unconscious in a bed back there somewhere. "Calm down? CALM DOWN? Don't fucking tell me to calm down! Just fucking take me to Sam Evans and Emily Fields right now or I'll go looking for them myself!" Santana couldn't control her emotions, or really breathe for that matter. The woman nodded before picking up the telephone at the desk, turning away from her and speaking quietly. After what seemed like forever, the woman turned back around, her bitchface in full force. If Santana weren't so fucking emotional right now, she probably would have reached over the counter and wiped the bitch off of her face. "They're in ICU right now, Miss. Would you like me to take you there?" Santana grumbled a "No," before heading back to find it herself. Wandering around the hospital aimlessly, she finally stumbled upon the Intensive Care Unit, and spotting Sam laying in a bed right next to Emily. It was like tunnelvision to his bed. A loud sob shook through her body as she quickly made her way to his bed. She couldn't breathe, and she was shaking as the tears fell down her face. She quickly sent a text to Flex, knowing that he'd want to be here before turning to attention back to Sammy. He needed to wake up.
