AN: So here's a oneshot i decided to write last night when i was in a stressed out mood. Enjoy!
Fists were connecting with my face over and over again, the pain never stopping, whether the gang were focusing the punches on my face or my stomach. I could feel my ribs breaking and I wished that I could just pass out so that I could no longer feel the pain. At some point during the beating the skies had opened up and started pouring on us. It didn't stop them if anything it made them hit me quicker so that they wouldn't have to stay out to long. I tried screaming so that someone outside of this damp and dark alley would hear and try to help but my cries for help were only muffled when they decided to gag me with one of the sleeves of their letterman jackets, obviously not caring about getting blood or tears on it. I braved attempting to open one of my swollen eyes to see if there was any sign of the Neanderthals stopping anytime soon, it was the one moment in my life where I wish I had kept my eyes closed, kept them shut tight and never ever opened them again. The silver glint of metal in one of the jocks hand had been enough for me to try and coil in on myself feeling the pain course through me as they just laughed and hoisted me up onto my feet, holding my arms to prevent me from collapsing as even they knew I couldn't hold myself up anymore.
"Aw is the poor fag scared? Well you should be. We're just helping the world be rid of people like you." a nameless face laughed menacingly, that's when I felt it: The sharp stab of the knife piercing my skin. I screamed out from the excruciating pain, making the gag rub on the sides of my mouth. It was at that moment that I knew I wasn't going to get out of there, not alive anyway. He pulled out the knife and pushed it back in a few more times. They eventually dropped me to the floor the knife following suit as they laughed and walked away laughing and giving each other high fives as they did.
All I could think about was Blaine, if we hadn't had that stupid fight, none of this would be happening, not that I blamed him, not in the slightest. But it was like a chain of events that lead up to this moment that I could only assume was my death.
Blaine. God how would he react to my death. Would he cry? I didn't want to think about it but it kept crawling into my mind. Blaine, dad, the glee club, would they care if I died or would they think like the jocks and see it as one less nuisance in the world. I kept thinking that I couldn't live without Blaine but it would have to be him that was going to be living without me, becoming a huge success as a singer, finding love again and eventually forgetting about me. That would be his future while I had none. Tears began falling onto the hard concrete floor as I tried to push myself onto my back as the way they had dropped me had probably broken any bones that hadn't been before, I was in excruciating pain and I was still shocked that I hadn't passed out from it yet.
I looked up to the sky into the rain that didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon and ignored the blood that was leaving my body and making a pool on the floor. The rain almost felt warm against my skin, it was soothing, almost as if it was cradling me in my last few minutes of life. Death was definitely coming for me as the edges of my vision became blurry and the rain became warmer as I got colder. My head fell to the side and the last thing I saw that night was somebody's feet running towards me, the stranger let out an ear piercing scream as I fell into the darkness.
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Blaine
I ran down the corridor of the hospital, looking for Kurt's room. When Finn found him he had been in a seriously bad way, he had lost most of his blood and had been stabbed 5 times in the chest and stomach, the doctor didn't yet know how many bones had been broken but he had already informed me that if Kurt lived through this then he would have to go through extensive physio therapy.
The nurse had told me that Kurt's room was on the fourth floor in the ICU but I was in such a panic that I hadn't waited to find out the room, which had then led me to look into every room seeing if Kurt was in there. It had taken about half an hour of searching and bursting into several rooms that weren't Kurt's and having to apologise profusely.
When I finally got the right room, I was too scared to go in and had sat outside his room, leaning against the pale wall holding my head in my hands until tears starting trailing down my face, it was my fault that he was in here, if we hadn't fought then he wouldn't have left my house in the middle of the night and then he wouldn't have gotten attacked by lima's local homophobes. I had never felt guiltier in my life and couldn't even face him anymore.
"Dude what are you doing on the floor?" I turned to face the person who was leaning down by me. It turned out to be Finn with a really concerned look on his face. His eyes were slightly red around the edges and he looked tired, half an hour after Kurt left I had called Finn and asked him if Kurt had gotten home yet, when he said he hadn't we had both gone looking for him. Finn had been the one to find him and I was starting to think that it was going to have a huge psychological effect on the gentle giant.
"How is he?" I asked.
"They-they don't think he's going to make it... He's really banged up Blaine, broken ribs, stab wounds and basically no blood left in his system... He's so messed up on the inside... They've done a transfusion but he's so fragile after all of this... I don't think I can lose him Blaine... He's like my brother now and I can't lose my brother." Finn had slumped down next to me and burst into tears on my shoulder I was still crying but. I tried to comfort him as part of his world and my entire world fell apart.
We just sat there and watched as doctors and nurses went to and from Kurt's room, I knew that I would have to go in and see him eventually, but It just hurt too much to even think of doing, but I just had to see him. I loved him and I realised that I didn't want to be apart from him.
I pushed myself off the wall and looked through the window into Kurt's room, leaning my arm on the wall for support.
He looked so small in the white hospital bed and his skin was paler than usual, I chocked back a sob at seeing him in this state. I trudged through the door and slid into the seat by his seat. I slid my hand under his, it looked like one of the only places that wasn't broken, I wanted to move the bit of hair that had fallen onto his face but his cheekbone looked broken I didn't want to even risk touching it in case it hurt him. I leant over and kissed his hand.
"Kurt, its Blaine. I'm so sorry for this, it's my fault and I feel terrible about it. I promise that I'll never do anything stupid like that again if you just forgive me for this when you wake up; I'm not going to leave your side until you do because I want to be the first person you see. I love you Kurt, please please don't leave me." The sobs broke through again. "Whatever happens Kurt, we'll get through it together."
AN: I hope you enjoyed it. if anyone wants i could continue it but for now i think i'll just keep it as a oneshot. It was mainly to help me get over writers block i am having for another story, it's views have dropped and it's having a knock on effect on my writing for it. But i rather liked the idea for this.
For now it's up to you what happened to Kurt, let me know what you think happened next. Rate and Review. Thanks for reading!
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