Umm.. so HOLY SHIT it has been a long time since I've updated this fic. Sorry to tell you, but this will be the last chapter. I just don't see it going anywhere else.
Kurt got off the train and called for a taxi. His dad had texted him and told him to meet him at Lima Memorial Hospital as soon as he could. He had finally stopped crying twenty minutes into the train ride and had texted Rachel where he was going.
The taxi dropped him off at the emergency section of the hospital and Kurt sprinted in and looked around for his dad. After five minutes of running back and forth, he found him.
"Dad!"
Burt got up off the hard waiting room chair and came rushing towards him giving him a tight squeeze.
"He's going to be okay, bud. He's going to be okay."
"What happened?"
"He'd found some old prescription medicine and taken all that was in there. I found him passed out and called for an ambulance. They had to pump his stomach and get everything out that he had swallowed. The doctors say he is very lucky to be alive. They've got him in there with his hands tied to the bed."
Kurt sank into a nearby chair with fresh tears flowing down his face.
"God, this is all my fault."
Burt sat down next to him, rubbing his back.
"Kurt, this is not your fault. You saved his life by warning me about it. How did you even know something was going on?"
Kurt told him the story about his first day at the new job, how his first phone call was Blaine, and how Blaine said he wanted to cut himself again.
"If I had just listened to him and given him a chance to explain everything, he wouldn't be like this. He wouldn't have cut himself. He wouldn't be so depressed."
"Kurt, this isn't your fault. Everyone makes mistakes, especially at your age."
Kurt took a deep breath and leaned his head on Burt's shoulder, "He had tried calling me so many times. I ignored him. I ignored my own boyfriend for stuff that didn't even matter. He was was mattered most to me and I pushed him aside. I wish I could start all over from when I first moved to New York. I wish I could take all his pain away."
Burt sighed, "You can't go back in time, but you two could try again. He loves you so much. I'm sure he would be willing to try again if you forgave him."
"I still need time, but I also need to do my own apologizing."
They sat there for a little while longer until a doctor came over.
"Are you Burt Hummel? You were the one that brought him in?"
"Yes, is he going to be okay?"
"Well usually I'm not allowed to talk to you about this, but giving the circumstances, I'll allow it. He's going to be fine. He's going to need a lot of rest for the next few weeks. We are going to be putting him through some therapy where he can talk to someone about his problems and he will be on so anti-depressants. He's awake now if you would like to see him."
The doctor showed them to his room and they slowly walked in. Blaine looked at them in shock and sat up.
"Mr. Hummel, Kurt, what are you two doing here?"
The doctor turned to Burt, "I will give you guys some time alone." and walked out.
Burt went to sit in a chair next to Blaine's bed, but Kurt stood there unable to move. He stared at Blaine. He looked nothing like he'd remembered. He was pale, dark circles under his eyes, hair curled and going all over the place. He looked nothing like the dapper young boy he'd met on that staircase.
"Blaine, the doctor said you're going to be okay. I'm very happy to hear that. I still think of you like a son even though we haven't spoken in a while."
Blaine looked at him with tears in his eyes, "Even after what I did?"
Burt nodded, "Everyone here has made some mistakes, okay. But, no matter how bad it gets, I don't want you hurting yourself again, you hear me? Will you promise me that? You can always come to me. I don't care if it is two in the morning and you come knocking on my door, I'll be there for you."
Blaine nodded and let out a choked sob. Burt gathered him in his arms and gave him a long hug, rocking from side to side. Burt pulled away and wiped a tear from his eye.
"I'll leave you two alone for a second. I'll be in the hall if anyone needs me."
Burt walked out of the room leaving Kurt and Blaine staring at each other.
Kurt walked to the chair Burt had been in and began to sob.
"I'm so sorry, Blaine. God, this is all my fault. I'm so so so sorry."
Blaine tilted his head, "Kurt, what do you mean?"
"If I would have just answered your calls this wouldn't have happened. I gave you a reason to doubt my love for you. That's why you cheated."
Blaine took Kurt's hand, "No matter what, I shouldn't have cheated. I've never felt so disgusting and worthless in my life."
Kurt looked down squeezing his hand and then looked a little closer. He saw three lines across the inside of his wrist. He started to cry even harder as he put his hands over them lightly. Blaine shifted in his bed uncomfortably.
"Blaine, promise me you will never do this again. I don't want you hurting yourself over me. I'm not worth it. Nobody is worth it."
Blaine slowly nodded.
"Now, I haven't fully forgiven you for what you did, but I want us to keep talking. This is going to take time."
Blaine looked at him, "You still want to talk to me? Why?"
Kurt sighed, "Because I've been miserable without you in my life. I need you in it, even if for now, it's just as a friend."
Blaine smiled, "A best friend?"
Kurt smiled back and nodded, "A best friend."
END
