[ Santana won’t have time to assess Mephisto’s damage until she hands Riley the tweezers, but from the way Stephen’s talking, it doesn’t sound good. There’s a part of Santana that doesn’t want to know. If she can just focus on Stephen, right here, right now, that’ll make things easier, right?

God, this is so messed up.

Then Stephen leans forward and falls silent, and Santana figures that’s not a good sign. ]

Hey, stay with me. If you — [ santana can’t say die, so she opts for: ] lose it, I’m gonna tell everyone your stupid party sprinkler story and tarnish your reputation for, like, ever. Only a few more minutes with the water and then we can get the glass out and some painkillers in.

[ hopefully the first aid kit has some! otherwise there’s always the wine that santana got from the merch booth this morning. ]