Name: A Fallen Star
Characters/Pairings: Kurt, Kurt/Glee Club friendship, eventualKurt/Puck slash
Summary: After an accident involving Kurt and Karofsky at his dad's auto shop, Kurt faces a long recovery. Sorry for the short chapter
Author's Note: Title comes from "The End" by The Butterfly Effect. Next chapter will come soon hopefully.
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"He'll be okay," everyone in the crowded waiting room let out a relieved sigh. "We had to use an external frame to stabilise his pelvis temporarily until surgery in 24 to 72 hours. We drilled pins into the bone of the pelvis to anchor the frame. We've sedated him and medicated him with pain medication as well as anticoagulants to thin his blood and avoid the development of blood clots. We'd like for him to get out of bed as soon as possible and start a regimen of psychical therapy to maintain his muscle strength and range of motion but for now he'll have to use a wheelchair. Him being young and healthy should help his recovery."
"Will the fact Kurt's a dancer help his recovery?" Schuester asked, moving and standing next to Burt. The doctor nodded.
"That should help his recovery, yes," the doctor replied. "He's currently being moved to an ordinary room. You'll be able to see him then, but only one or two at a time. I'll send a nurse to find you as soon as he's moved."
"Thank you doctor," Burt said gruffly, sinking into his nearby chair. "You don't have to stick around you know. He's fine now." Schuester sat in Puck's unoccupied seat.
"Yes, we do," Schuester said softly. "Kurt's one of us and we want to help. He's going to need a lot of support over the next few months."
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Puck shifted uncomfortably in his chair again. He hadn't really intended to come in and sit by Kurt while he was sleeping but the look Mercedes gave him told him he really didn't have a choice. He was the last person to come in and visit, Burt being the first, followed by Mercedes. Everyone had come in and sat with him for a few minutes.
He wasn't sure what to do. It wasn't like he got on with the guy. He'd bullied him for years, throwing pee balloons at him, throwing slushies at him, throwing him in dumpsters, nailing his law furniture to his roof.
"You don't have to stay." A voice mumbled groggily. Puck rolled his eyes, not realising who the voice belonged to. He leant back in his chair, closing his eyes. He sat up and opened his eyes, realising who the voice belonged to. He glanced at the bed, a small laugh coming from the small, pale figure on the bed.
"You're awake." Puck said.
"And here I was doubting your intelligence," Puck rolled his eyes again. Of course Hummel, of all people, would keep his sense of humour while he was lying in bed with a crushed pelvis. "You already got me out from underneath the car, you don't have to sit with me." For some reason it stung that Hummel obviously didn't want him to stay, but he brushed it off. It was late, he was exhausted and he had school tomorrow, though he'd probably sleep in the nurse's office tomorrow during math.
"I'm getting the nurse," he said, standing. He walked over the door and stuck his head out. "Oi, need some help in here!" He yelled.
"Charming Puckerman." Kurt muttered.
