"The suppression of his immune system has allowed a nectrotic infection to spread through his abdominal cavity. That's why he s been vomiting blood, because the bacteria is eating away at his gastrointestinal lining. He s been running a high fever for three days, which spiked this morning and triggered the seizure. The seizure cut off bloodflow to his brain for several minutes. He's brain-dead."
All the medical mumbo-jumbo was going in one ear and out the other for Blaine. He hated to admit it, but it didn't quite matter what the details of Kurt's condition was anymore. It was like someone gets hit by a car and someone feels the need to acknowledge every broken bone when all that mattered was that they were hit by a car. It was the big picture that would get the point across, and the big picture here was that Kurt was in there, but not really anymore.
He stumbled back out the the waiting room to give all those awaiting the news. He glanced around numbly. Katy and her fiance, Alex -they would've been married next week. Katy was going to look so beautiful in the wedding dress Kurt had designed for her from the hospital bed. Maddie, a frightened look on her face, with little Stella sitting in her lap. Nessa in the corner, sitting on the edge of the plastic seat with newborn Annabeth in the stroller beside her.
How was he supposed to tell them? How do you tell your daughters that after months of fighting it, their father had lost the battle? It wasn't even casualty: more like torture. This infection, it obviously couldn't just kill Kurt. It had to leave him brain-dead. His husband just always had to suffer, didn't he? Fate was too cruel to allow otherwise.
Blaine knew what he was going to do. He needed to let Kurt go. He'd been fighting this off for months and now, now it was over. Kurt had tried. He had tried so hard for so long, most of the time suffering an indescribable pain. And so the only explanation he managed to choke out to his daughters was one only half true but might as well have been fact.
"He's gone."