A/N: Thanks for everything guys! I am sorry it took so long to get up but I had lost my Ipod(which I write all this on) and I just found it so, yeah. anyway, here is the next chapter!
Dave was having a nightmare. He knew it wasn't real but that didn't stop it from being terrifying. He was in the locker room, staring at Hummel. How long they stood there he didn't know, but after what felt like an eternity, Kurt spoke.
"I hate you."
"I'm sorry."
"I don't want your apology. I will never forgive you for what you did to me. You are a horrible person who doesn't deserve to be alive."
Dave could feel the tears coming. he knew what Kurt said was true
"I know"
"I hope your happy now, making me run away from my life. Of course one good thing did come out of this." Kurt smirked
"What?"
"I got to be with Blaine. He's amazing! He's everything you will never be. He's sweet, handsome, charming, smart, talented and most importantly he is proud of who he is. You on the other hand arerude, ugly, disgusting, stupid, fat and terrified of your true feelings."
"I'm sorry, Kurt. please listen to me. Just give me a chance."
"A chance? Ha! You've never had a chance with me! Why would I choose you when I can have Blaine." Kurt started to laugh. Dave bowed his head in shame and closed his eyes. He could still hear Kurt's laughter as he felt himself drifting away from sleep.
Dave awoke to the sound of beeping. He was haunted by Kurt's words and laughter. He slowly opened his eyes and took in his surroundings. He was in the hospital, In a weird room that looked kind of like it was quarantined. The memories of the crash came back to him. He set up and scanned his body for injury. His arms and face seemed to be the only body parts affected. He had small scratches on his arms and a decent sized gash on the right side of his head, starting above his ear and going back to the base of his neck. Once he was aware of the cut, it hurt.
He pressed the nurse call button and waited. He could see a doctor come into a room adjoining his and put on what looked like a hazmat suit.
"Hello Mr. Karofsky. I'm Doctor Washington. How are you feeling?" Dave could just make out a smile behind the plastic covering the doctors face.
"My head hurts. But besides that, I feel fine." dave offered a small smile.
"good. We will get you some pain meds soon. You don't have any major injuries, just some scratches on your arm and the cut on your head. Other then that you appear fine.
How much do you remember from the accident?" Dave thought about it for a moment.
"I remember the train falling on the top of my car, going through the windshield and landing in some liquid." the doctor nodded his head.
"well Mr. Karofsky, the liquid you fell into was toxic. So far it appears that there have been no adverse reactions but we are still keeping you quarantined until we finish running the tests."
"how much longer do you think that will be?"
"another day or so. I will have a nurse bring you some food. Have a good day Mr. Karofsky." with that the doctor turned to leave. Before he made it to the door Dave spoke.
"Are my parents here?"
"Yes. They are in the waiting room. I can send them in if you'd like." the doctor smiled.
"no I don't really feel like talking to them. Thanks though."
"not a problem Mr. Karofsky." the doctor turned and left.
When Dave arrived home he went straight to his room. He stood in front of his mirror and surveyed himself.
"I look like shit" he said to no one in particular. He turned to look at the stitches on his head and his mind went to thoughts of Kurt.
"great now I am a scarred freak! He already thinks I'm fat, ugly and stupid. Why can't I be more his type? Like that stupid Blaine guy. Kurt's like in love with him. I wish I looked more like him." as Dave continued to stare at himself and wish he were Blaine, something strange happened. He started to hurt all over and he shut his eyes and stifled a scream then fell to the ground as pain shot through him.
And then just as fast as it started it was over.
Dave sat up slowly and opened his eyes. He couldn't hold back a scream this time as he looked in the mirror.
