I don't own glee...
A/N: Some couldn't wait to read this, so I tried to get it up the quickest I could. Will and Emma won't appear until the end of this chapter. For now, it's Rory and Nurse Carole.
And for you Sam lovers, there will be a future chapter where Will needs a babysitter for Rory...
Enjoy, you selfish little fetishy freaks!
Rory's mother always told him to never run in front of a car. He always listened.
It's just, tonight, he was in a hurry. He would have to disobey her. No matter what happ-
Smash.
Now he opened his eyes. Where the hell was he?
He studied the room. Plain. He wasn't interested in it.
He listened closely to the sounds. Unfamiliar voices talking. Loud, annoying beeping from who knows where.
"Rory, Rory," he heard someone say. Those words rang a bell, but at the same time confused him. What did that mean? Rory? Rory? It sure was weird.
He looked over to see a lady dressed in a blue shirt and blue pants. He thought, Why is she dressed like that? Who is she? Gee, I wonder what I'm wearing!
"Rory, I'm Nurse Hudson. Just call me Carole."
He attempted to pronounce the name, but it just woudn't roll off his tongue. Though, Carole was easier than Nurse Husdon.
"Rory, it's time for your lunch."
Rory must've been his name. But what was 'lunch?'
She rolled up a cart. What was that white mush? Was that mush was 'lunch' meant? It looked like a cloud! "Cloud!" he shrieked.
He accepted a spoonful of this 'cloud.' So that's what clouds tasted like... They were sure yummy! But then he wondered, If clouds are in the sky, then how did this lady get one? He would try to grab one or two of them next time he played outside.
"Gaaaahhhhhh!" he sputtered for attention.
"What, Rory?" Carole said softly, "What's wrong?"
He then giggled. This was fun! He then shouted, "Aaaaaahhhheeeeoooohhhh!"
A few more people then glanced over.
"Waaaahhhh! Gaaaahhhhhh! Aaaaaahhhheeeeoooohhhh!" He then began to crack up.
"What, Rory?" she repeated, forcing him another bite of cloud. She then stood and walked away.
"Naaaahhhhhhhh!" Rory yelled. He was now alone. His new friend had left, and there were no other people around anymore. He then looked the other way to see his friend again. He cooed with excitement.
"Yes, I'm back." She lifted him into her arms and took him into another room. This room was all white. And it was much smaller, though with less things, than the other room. Rory had only looked around for a minute before experiencing mental exhaustion. This was so stressful. Just a second ago he was there, now he was here. It seemed impossible to adjust to the sudden change in surroundings.
She put him down on a covered countertop, and reached into a cabinet.
"Naaaahhhh!" he wailed. He was suffering overstimulation, and he didn't like it. Also, he felt a warm, sticky substance in his pants. His skin began to slightly itch, then burn.
She hushed him, telling him, "It's okay, honey."
He then noticed his pants being removed. Cool air hit his skin immediately, and he shivered. She went to rip the cottony diaper from him, then rushed to pull it over his penis and waited for urine to flow out of him naturally. She tossed the overly soiled diaper in the trash and pulled a fresh diaper from a bag. Carole touched a small cloth to his skin.
"Brrrr," Rory hummed. This cloth was really cold! It was swiped across his rear, and it then disappeared to be replaced with another cloth. He sat for a few seconds before having a clean diaper fastened onto him snugly. It swaddled his rear, protecting it from the chill that his legs were open to.
She slid the shirt from him, putting goose bumps on his arms and back. She walked to go grab some clothes from a drying machine.
He was now used to the room, and was calmer. But he had no time to relax, because he was focusing on how freezing it was!
Carole brought over some jeans, a green shirt and undershirt, along with green sneakers.
Putting on a furious face, he shouted, "Mine! Gimme!" He was fussy, not to mention stubborn. She made a struggle to dress a squirmy Rory, and eased shoes onto his curled up, refusing feet.
She put him in a wheelchair, and took him around as if he were in a stroller. They went into an elevator for short time, and it made Rory quite dizzy. He was put in a waiting room while Carole flipped through emergency contacts.
He looked up from the ring of keys, and he was alone again. Carole was nowhere in sight. He whimpered and wailed until she returned.
She told him, "Mr. Schuester was the first to answer the phone last night, and he agreed to come get you. I just called him. He's on his way here now."
"Maaaahhhh!" he screamed, kicking his feet happily. He was finally leaving this place!
"I have to go take care of something," Carole said, "Finn will wait here with you."
"Feehhnn!" Rory shouted, seeing the tall boy approach him. Carole walked away, but Rory didn't care, because now he had a new friend.
"Hey, buddy." Finn pulled up a chair next to Rory's parked wheelchair.
"Gaahh!"
Finn attemtped to interact with the kid. He shook the ring of keys.
Rory kindly handed the ring to Finn. "Goo."
"Thanks...?" He put the keys back on Rory's lap. "But these are yours, not mine."
"Gaaaahhhh!" Rory said playfully. "Meeeehhhh!"
Before the two of them knew it, Will and Emma had come through the door. Emma went to comfort Rory as Will signed him out of the hospital.
"Can you say my name?" she asked him.
"Gaahh!" was his reply. This was so hard!
"Say 'Emma.'"
"Ehh!"
"Can you say 'Emma?'"
"Ehhaahh!"
"I guess that's close enough," she smiled, cupping his cheek in her hand.
Will came and readied Rory to go home, saying goodbye to Finn. He rolled Rory to the parking lot, Emma following. "Where did we park?" he asked his wife.
"Eh," she responded, "over there."
They walked in the direction Emma was pointing, and sure enough, they found the car.
Rory cried out, "Aaaaaahhhheeeeoooohhhh!"
Emma hushed him, as Will opened the door to the backseat. "Honey, do you have the manual for this carseat?" she asked.
"Even though it's an adult one, it's still a carseat," he said, adjusting the seat. "It probably works the same way a kid one does."
"Up, up!" Rory exclaimed as Will lifted him from the wheelchair. "Whoa!"
"Let's get you in here, fella," Will said, lightly setting Rory onto the carseat. He sat Rory's hands away, and began latching the buckles securely, trying to not pinch or restrict Rory.
Rory told Will, "Clouds is good!"
Will agreed, although he nor Emma had a clue what Rory had meant.
