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When Kurt woke up, he quickly realised that he was in a hospital. The smell of disinfectant and the constant beeping of the several different machines he was connected to told him that.

He also realised that he wasn't alone, his dad was asleep in one of the uncomfortable hospital chairs next to his bed, slumped in an awkward position that must've been really bad for his neck. Kurt reached out and tapped Burt's leg weakly, and at first it didn't seem like it would be enough to wake him up, but Burt jolted awake about a millisecond after Kurt's fingers had made contact with the fabric of the trousers he was wearing, and Kurt flinched.

Burt's eyes darted around the room before landing on Kurt and he smiled as tears of pure joy pooled in his eyes, he hugged Kurt as best as he could without moving any of the tubes or wires and Kurt did his best to hug back.

"I'm so glad you're okay." He cried in relief. He pulled away and smiled again, and Kurt smiled back, and then that smile disappeared as he frowned.

"What happened?" He asked, surprised to find that his voice wasn't croaky like he expected it to be.

Burt's own smile disappeared, and Kurt mildly regretted asking the question. "You don't remember?" He replied softly.

Kurt shook his head, he couldn't remember what had happened to him- maybe he had memory loss? But he knew who he was and who his dad was…Kurt was now confused.

Burt's mouth was opening and closing like he didn't know what to say- or more like he knew what e wanted to say but he couldn't figure out how to put the words together. He cleared his throat and finally looked ready to speak when an intense pain shot through Kurt's head. He cried out and lifted a hand to the spot where the pain was coming from, until it all came rushing back to him like the memory was water after the floordgates had been open.

"I saw mom!" He blurted out, still holding his head, his eyes squeezed shut. Burt had started babbling, asking if Kurt wanted him to press the button to call a nurse, but Kurt hadn't been paying attention- he was too busy trying not to pass out from the pain.

Then as quickly as it had come, it left, the pain subsided and it was as if there had never been any pain at all. Kurt opened his eyes again to see his dad staring at him with a look of shock etched onto his face. Kurt wanted nothing more than to forget about this whole ordeal and make things go back to normal, so he said the first thing that popped into his head to stop his dad from speaking and asking questions he knew he wouldn't want to- or wouldn't be able to -provide the answers to.

"Shouldn't you have called the nurse anyway?"

Burt froze again, then nodded and leaned over to press the call button next to Kurt's bed. Just a few seconds later several nurses ran into the room, all smiling when they saw that Kurt was awake, they ushered Burt up and out the way and checked to make sure Kurt was alright. The leading nurse, a tall blonde lady who's name tag read 'MEL', grinned happily at both Kurt and Burt and told them that he was better than okay.

"So can he come home?" Burt asked hopefully.

Mel's smile faltered, but only for a split second, "we'd like him to stay in overnight, just to keep an eye, but he should be fine to go in the morning-" she stopped suddenly, her eyes flicking to Kurt and then back to his father, "-after he sees a psychiatrist, just to speak about the incident."

Burt looked a little upset, but nodded in what Kurt thoughts was understanding and agreement, Kurt was confused once again- and then he realised.

They were ruling it as a suicide, which was completely understandable- the only person he'd been on that bridge with was his mother, and he wasn't even sure that she was actually there. In everyone else's eyes, he was a depressed teenage boy who had crept out of bed and his house at 3am in the early hours of the morning and gone and jumped off a bridge- alone. There was no evidence to prove otherwise. It looked like a suicide- it basically was a suicide.

He just couldn't handle that disappointing look in his mother's eyes when he told her he couldn't. There is nothing worse than your parents saying that they were disappointed in you. Nothing. Not for Kurt anyway, especially when he tried so hard and strived to be the best son humanly possible, having to try even harder than most because he was gay.

Nurse Mel pressed a few buttons on the machine next to him and the beeping ceased, she reached over and disconnected the tube from the cannula in Kurt's hand, "these are just painkillers but we can't give you too much." She explained, "you'll be fine for the rest of the night, hopefully, because you can't have anymore."

Kurt nodded in reply and Mel smiled at him again, tucking the tubes into a small compartment in the machine and wheeling it a safe distance away. "Try to get some sleep Kurt, you too, Burt, and press the button if you need anything." She instructed before leaving the room and closing the door behind her.

Burt waited a few short seconds before walking back over to his seat and sitting down in it, taking Kurt's hand and squeezing it gently. "We can talk more about what happened when you're better." He said. "For now we've just got to wait until you're discharged and things go back to normal, eh?"

"Yeah." Kurt agreed drowsily, the medication that he'd just been taken off had probably finally kicked into his system. He felt his eyes drooping shut as the world around him slowly faded and he fell into a deep sleep.

-oOo-

The water was so much colder than what he expected it to be.

And it was everywhere,making his skin-tight clothing feel weightless against him, which was a new feeling.

He looked around, searching for his mother in the murky depths but he couldn't find her. A ball of fear tightened in his stomach and heirs heartbeat sped up. He gazed up at the surface of the water, reaching up and swimming towards it; he needed to get out, to get away.

But then he felt a sharp tug on his leg, causing him to open his mouth in a sort of silent scream as he was roughly yanked downwards, water quickly rushing into his mouth and towards his lungs, desperately trying to suffocate him.

He fought against the hold on his leg, but he simply wasn't strong enough, he could feel the life seeping out of his body as he got weaker and weaker; still trying to reach the surface.

It's too late. His mind told him black edging into the far corners of his vision. He stopped fighting, too tired, and allowed himself to be dragged downwards as everything faded to black.

-oOo-

Kurt's eyes shot open as he was shocked awake from his sudden nightmare. They flitted over to the chair, but his father was nowhere to be seen. He tried to sit up, and felt his entire body go rigid.

He couldn't move.

He opened his mouth to call out for help, but nothing but a small, barely audible squeak came out. He immediately started to panic, trying to move against the invisible force tying him down to the bed and preventing him from escaping whatever lay in store.

His eyes scanned the room, and he was glad that he had control of at least one muscle in his body. He still couldn't move his arms or legs, and he felt himself beginning to panic. He willed himself to stay calm and took slow, deep breaths, filling his lungs with as much air as they could take.

Movement he saw from the corner of his sight caught his attention, and his eyes swivelled in that direction.

His mother was back.

She came over to his bedside silently, still dressed in her usual clothing and still emitted a strange glow that allowed Kurt to see her in the dark hospital room.

"I'm sorry it didn't work." She whispered, reaching out and taking hold of her son's hand. "We can try again soon."

"I don't want to try again." Kurt was surprised when he heard his voice fill the mostly silent room, "you don't understand. I belong here, I need to live until I'm old and married with kids of my own."

She shook her head, squeezing his hand, "no, you belong with me, it's in the-"

She froze, Kurt looked away from ear and glanced towards the door to see his father standing there, looking shocked and terrified at the same time.

"Elizabeth." He breathed.

"Burt." She replied, and then she was gone.