"Dave," Kurt whispered. "Dave, you have to wake up. You have to." His voice faltered, his strength had lad left him. The days of just sitting there unmoving, waiting for his friend, had taken every drop of energy he possessed. All he could do is sit there and feel the emptiness in his head. He felt numb.
Once his greatest tormentor, who became one of his closest friends.
He wasn't his friend anymore.
He was the broken shell that lied in the hospital bed, the wires and tubes snaking around him. Kurt sighed heavily at the thoughts that were now claimed his mind as he looked at he friend. How he'd give a lung for him just to see him open those hazel eyes again, even if only for a second.
He breathed slowly as he fought the lump that was swelling in his throat. Something felt different that day. Dave looked the same that he had for the last few days, pale,tired and defeated. But that day Kurt just felt like what little fight that was in Dave had left.
"You can fight this. You can't just give up.." he said. "You can't just leave, you asked me to wait for you and I am here..." He watched Dave's face hoping response, any response. But there isn't. Just the steady beeping of the machines are the only noise that fill the room, aside the sound of Paul in the chair in the corner sleeping where he hadn't in days.
"I never got the chance to tell you this..." , he speaks so quietly he didn't think Dave would be able to hear him even if he was awake. "I kept it hidden pretty well. But I think you knew." Kurt reached out towards the bed and strokes the bandage that went up Dave's forearm. Then he took Dave's hand in his own and gripped it tight. It was so limp and cold. The tears that had been welling up in his eyes finally began to fall.
"You can't leave. Not now. Please.." He pleaded his other hand gently stroked David's cheek.
There was still nothing.
"Dammit, David!" Kurt shouted as his voice cracked. "Wake up! I'm not letting you to do this!"
Nothing just the drone of the machines.