Blaine groaned as he heard voices around him as his head pounded.

"He is alive, I told you this the day he got here. His medication of choice can't cause death." One voice said.

"We need to figure out why he used it when he wakes..."

Blaine attempted to open his eyes and a blinding light shined right in front of them, and with a grunt, he shut them back shut. Both doctors turned with attention as the noises Blaine made were loud enough for their ears to detect them.

"W-Where am I...?" He dazedly asked...

"You're at Lima Memorial Hospital, Blaine." One of the doctors explained. "Your mother found you and brought you here a few weeks ago. In fact, we wanted to ask you a few questions..." Blaine nodded, "Why did you use your Antidepressants? You do know those won't cause an actual overdose...right...?"

"HAROLD!," Another doctor exclaimed, "Do NOT encourage this young boy! He's obviously troubled!"

Blaine groaned and gripped his head. All of this yelling and arguing was giving him an extreme headache!

"Look, we're obviously irritating this young man! Why don't we let him sit for a while before we bombard him with questions?" Doctor Harold suggested. Blaine could only nod in agreement.


A while later, after answering all of their questions like:

Q: "Why did you attempt to end your life, Blaine?"

A: "I was guilty?"


Q: "Why are you guilty?"

A: "I cheated on my boyfriend...well...now ex-boyfriend."

Q: "Why did you cheat?

A: "I was...lonely..."


And so on...and so forth...And after a while, there was a knock on his door. Blaine just thought it was one of the doctors watching over him so he said: "Come in..."

As it turned out...It was Kurt...

And he...was...PISSED!