Arms of the Angel (12/?)
This is shorter than usual, but I wanted to show you guys what Santana's apartment will be like. Here's a picture:
I hope you guys can read that. I did it on MS Paint. It took hours because I kept screwing up on stuff.
Okay, here's the actual chapter:
The voices outside Santana’s window incited Santana’s curiosity, so she stuck her head out and saw the emergency workers. “Wow,” she told Pearl, “you must have some pull at the hospital. They got here…” she turned and saw Pearl standing directly in front of her, even though it should have take more than five minutes for even Santana to stumble to the front door from the bathroom. “Um, okay,” she looked around as the doctors took Sebastian out on a gurney. Pearl closed the door after them and Santana stood alone in her apartment.
“Well, this could be worse,” she said, grabbing and sponge and walking over to her toilet to clean up the mess. Then she smelled the toilet. “Oh, god, no, this cannot be worse.”
She ran out of the bathroom and called Finn, who sounded so excited to get away from a moody, pregnant Rachel that Santana doubted he would mind the smell. “I’m leaving the key under the lamp next to the door, okay?”
“Where are you going?” Finn asked.
“I know some people who need a little dose of Lima Heights hospitality,” Santana replied.
“But you live in New York City.”
Santana snorted and hung up before grabbing her coat. Realizing it smelled like Sebastian still, she tossed it in her washing machine and walked outside. She had two choices: see Alodia, or see Sebastian.
She went right.
The next chapter will be in Sebastian's point of view again, which I'm extremely nervous about because I'm writing about something I have never directly observed (I was in a position to, but I called the hospital right away and didn't visit for a couple days because the doctors wouldn't let me).
I hope you guys can read that. I did it on MS Paint. It took hours because I kept screwing up on stuff.
Okay, here's the actual chapter:
The voices outside Santana’s window incited Santana’s curiosity, so she stuck her head out and saw the emergency workers. “Wow,” she told Pearl, “you must have some pull at the hospital. They got here…” she turned and saw Pearl standing directly in front of her, even though it should have take more than five minutes for even Santana to stumble to the front door from the bathroom. “Um, okay,” she looked around as the doctors took Sebastian out on a gurney. Pearl closed the door after them and Santana stood alone in her apartment.
“Well, this could be worse,” she said, grabbing and sponge and walking over to her toilet to clean up the mess. Then she smelled the toilet. “Oh, god, no, this cannot be worse.”
She ran out of the bathroom and called Finn, who sounded so excited to get away from a moody, pregnant Rachel that Santana doubted he would mind the smell. “I’m leaving the key under the lamp next to the door, okay?”
“Where are you going?” Finn asked.
“I know some people who need a little dose of Lima Heights hospitality,” Santana replied.
“But you live in New York City.”
Santana snorted and hung up before grabbing her coat. Realizing it smelled like Sebastian still, she tossed it in her washing machine and walked outside. She had two choices: see Alodia, or see Sebastian.
She went right.
The next chapter will be in Sebastian's point of view again, which I'm extremely nervous about because I'm writing about something I have never directly observed (I was in a position to, but I called the hospital right away and didn't visit for a couple days because the doctors wouldn't let me).