"Blaine, Blaine, you have to stay with me. Keep your eyes open. Hold on sweetie, please!"
Kurt was sobbing desperately as he cradled Blaine in his lap. He held him tightly, rubbing his back as Blaine coughed and coughed, struggling to breathe as he slumped against Kurt, clinging tightly with his quickly failing strength. His head lolled into the hollow of Kurt's collar bone as he convulsed with the coughs that came fast and furious.
"Kurt, I'm scared, everything's fuzzy. I can't breathe. Help me. Help me Kurt. It hurts. I'm so tired. What's happening?"
"I don't know babe, but 911 is coming. We'll get you better. You'll be okay. I love you, so very much. You're safe. I've got you. I'll never let you go."
After what felt like centuries to the scared couple there was a knock at the door and a three men entered bearing a stretcher.
"Sir my name is Alexander Greenwald I'm a certified EMS responder and I'm here to help. Blaine, can you tell me how you're doing?
Blaine tensed, scared at this new person and clung with renewed strength to Kurt.
"Kurt, Kurt, I'm scared, it hurts."
Kurt ran his fingers over the younger boys back, cupping his face in his hands and talking quickly and seriously to Blaine.
"Blaine listen to me. You're safe with them. And I'll be right by your side whatever happens but you have to let them help you. I promise no one will hurt you. Just keep ahold of my hand and you'll be okay. We're in this together. No one will hurt you. Can you be really brave for me?"
Blaine nodded, and slowly turned to face the team of responders.
"I. I. It's hard to breathe, and everything hurts. I'm scared. Help me, please. My head feels funny."
"Okay Blaine? We're going to get you up onto this stretcher so we can get you checked out. Do you think you can stand?"
Blaine shook his head nervously.
" I don't think that I can move at all."
"Well then we're just going to lift you up on three. We'll get you settled on the stretcher and then we'll be on our way. Okay.?"
Blaine nodded, still terrified but somehow reassured by this man's aura of complete confidence. Two of the men came forward and lifted Blaine onto the stretcher, then quickly began to carry him down the steep stairs. Lying down felt better, and help to calm some of the terrible pounding in his head, but Blaine found it harder and harder to breathe properly.
"Help, I, (cough) (cough) cant breathe." As the world began to spin he felt something plastic get pushed down on over his face and then nothing.