Shane sat in between the two beds in the room, waiting for one of them to wake up. Kurt had been forced to go back to his own room, and Micah had been discharged earlier this morning. He was forced to wait, and sit quietly, while the two most important people in his life stayed unmoving. He would stay waiting, here in the uncomfortable plastic chair, until someone made him leave. The steady beeping of the different machines would count the minutes for him, he needed to check no clock. Occasionaly alternating his gaze from one face to the other.
He just had to wait, and in the morning Kurt would come and wait with him. This was the cycle they had been in since Hell Night. Since that pshcopath turned all their worlds upside down.
He had to shake his head to clear his thoughts then, everyone always reminded him to only think positive thoughts when waiting for something to change. The beeping of one of the heart moniters, he couldn't even remember who's, changed. It broke from the pattern it had been on for five days straight and sped up ever so slightly.
Shane quickly looked from one boy to the other, trying to find a difference in either one. Suddenly, eyes fluttered open, and a weak voice asked-
"S-Shane?"
So this is the first time I've ever wrote a fanfiction with the intention of it being multi-chaptered. I'm so habituated, I almost always end up just writing a tiny drabble, but I will follow this up, and it might be about four to six chapters. So lucky you, you get to read an actual story by me. Get ready fan of the Warblers, cause I'm about to rock your world.
-Disclaimer- I do not own Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson, Shane Anderson, Reed Van Kamp, or Micah Randall. I am not Ryan Murphy or CP Coulter. Sad isn't it?