Every now and then I get a little bit terrified
Blaine had never been good with blood. Lying in a pool of it had never been high on his wish list. He was not sure if all of it was his, though. Some of it might belong to Kyle.
Before he realised it, he was lying on the concrete in the garage. He must have fallen while he pushed Kurt aside. The pain in his eye was burning. Screams were echoing around him. It took him a moment to realise they were his own.
Blaine tried to look around if he could see him, but he found himself unable to move. He tried to think, but the pain left little room for anything else. They needed help, that much was clear. He should have his phone in his pocket, but he doubted if he could reach it.
Kurt. Where was Kurt? Was he okay? He tried to open his eyes and look around, but god, that hurt. He pushed his hands to his eyes, in an attempt to ease the pain. It didn't work.
Maybe it would be easier, Blaine thought. Maybe being dead would be nicer. But then he heard Kyle moan beside him and realised he couldn't just abandon him. He tried to streach his arm. God, that hurt. He breathed in sharply, but regretted it instantly. Right. Metal pipe to the chest. He tried desperately to slow down his breathing, to lessen the pain, but god, it was hard. If dying felt like this, then maybe he didn't want to die after all.
His head felt like it was exploding. His eye felt like it could fall out of its socket any time. Maybe that would be better, maybe it would hurt less. At this point he would do anything to make it hurt less.
Something changed. At first he wasn't sure what it was, but then he realised there were voices. Or maybe there weren't and he was just hallucinating.
He was aware of the voices around him. They were probably the New Directions. Only one voice came through, though. The only one that was important.
The volume increased. People were yeling. Why wouldn't they shut up? Couldn't they see he had a headache? Soon the sound was accompanied by a loud siren. He tried to bring his hand up to his head again to put it against his ear, but the movement caused a new hot wave of pain. He caught sight of the bone sticking out of his skin, right before everything went dark.
Blaine remembered the last time he had been lying on the concrete, screaming in pain. He remembered the long, torturous road that came after that, the worry if he would ever completely recover and after that the transfer to a different school. He remembered the fear, the loneliness. This time he would be alright, though. This time he had Kurt.