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Not My Body Chapter 3: Ache
Warning: Hints of rape in chapter. Nothing detailed but the topic may upset readers.
Kurt opened his eyes and let the bright light filter in, the sensitivity of his eyes made him wince in pain. A slow ache began to get acknowledged as he moved around in his hospital bed. It was in his side where he assumed his kidneys were. The feeling was odd; it was like he had been punched in the stomach a lot but there was a numb, tingling feeling as well. He pulled up his gown to stare at the new mark the doctors had embedded on his skin; dark purple and raised. The stitches were still visible which made the scar more horrific than he thought.
The door opened and Santana came in holding a tiny little teddy bear that he remembered from their childhood. She was trying to smile but Kurt could see how uncomfortable she was. They hadn't spoken since their row in the car and now Kurt was just lying in a bed with an overwhelming amount of vulnerability sweeping over him. He wasn't ready to forgive Santana yet but he could understand her concern. Sometimes it seemed like his sister was the only one who was thinking about his well being. Even Kurt wouldn't consider his well being sometimes.
"Look San…" Kurt began. He started to sit up in his bed.
"No Kurt. Please, let me talk first." Kurt nodded and Santana sat down. She placed the little teddy bear on his bed side table. There was enough room for it because there were no other gifts around the room. "Look I was wrong to say what I said yesterday. You were doing it for the sake of Finn and I know it probably sounded bad but I was thinking about you. I love you and Finn but I don't want you to get as badly hurt as Finn." Kurt could see her eyes misting and could only nod in reply.
"I'm sorry too but I just want to help so much. I want to make a difference to Finn's bed ridden life." Santana shuffled over in her chair towards Kurt's bed some more, the chair legs scraping against the spotty floor. Santana reached for Kurt's hands but he pulled away. Her smile faded away at the new gesture but before she could react too much, Kurt linked their little fingers together.
"I can't believe you remembered to bring Teddy!" Kurt exclaimed positively. His sister laughed, looking down a little before reaching over to grab the bear and hand it to Kurt. He took it gratefully and cuddled it to his chest, relishing the soft fur against his pale skin.
"I can't believe that it has such a simple name" She said with a hint of laughter. She stroked some of the bear's fur.
"Hey I was 2! At that age I thought it was a very decent name!" He said in all seriousness. He smiled at his sister then looked down at the bear. "I got this after one of my operations." His voice quietened almost into a whisper. Santana put her hand on his shoulder and squeezed it lightly.
"Don't think like that Kurt. Okay? It's no help for you." Kurt nodded his head and smiled sadly. Santana looked her brother in the eyes. She stood up and walked over to the door, leaning on the doorframe. "I'll go get you something to eat okay?" She said.
Kurt nodded and Santana left the room.
Kurt leaned back into his pillows letting himself take long deep breathes to relax a little. Even though he had been out for quite a while he still felt quite tired and the ache in his side didn't help either. He closed his eyes and tried to get a quick nap before Santana came back with some lunch.
He was glad that he and his sister had worked their differences out. He really hated it when they fought. He loved her so much and the thought of her being adopted had never really occurred to Kurt – they were best friends.
He heard the door open a few moments later. He didn't move because Santana would have just left his lunch on the table near the window and gone to see Finn or something but instead he felt something heavy land on the end of his bed, making his whole body move.
He opened his eyes and found himself face to face – only centimetres away- with David Karofsky. Kurt almost screamed; Karofsky was straddling him on the hospital bed, one hand on Kurt's frail chest and the other dangerously near to Kurt's new stitches that he could feel the pain. David's who body pushed Kurt further into the bed and Kurt could feel the base of it pushing into his spine.
"Kar-karof…" He choked out. He realised he was crying now. He hated it – it made him seem even weaker than he looked right now.
"Shut it Hummel" He spat out. His warm, sweaty, hand covered Kurt's mouth while he spoke. "Heard you gave your brother more of your fairy parts. Now you're both as gay as each other" He growled. His face was leaning into Kurt's so their foreheads touched and his vomit-worthy breath ghosted over the weaker boy's pale face.
Karofsky moved his hands to Kurt's hospital gown, grabbed the material and roughly shoved Kurt up the bed so Kurt was sitting up again. The smaller boy's head fell against the hard plastic head board and Kurt immediately felt dizzier. Kurt's vision was clouding; his head was now injured and the pressure of Karofsky's body was cutting off precious oxygen.
After more painful movement, Kurt heard a zipper. He didn't want to think about it but he could guess where this was going. He coughed and wheezed and struggled as much as he could under the Neanderthals body but it was no use. Kurt felt more pain in his side. The stitches. Karofsky had no intention of caring.
One final shove and Kurt slipped out of consciousness. "It's important to know your place Hummel. Maybe this will help you understand."
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Santana walked down the corridor where his younger brother's room was. She had his lunch in her hands as she wondered how Kurt was doing after his operation. She always worried about him.
She turned into the room at the end of the corridor and slowly entered the secluded room. The blinds were drawn and no sound was coming from the room so she assumed he was asleep.
The scene that met her eyes was shocking. Her brother was being crushed into the hospital bed by a large body. Kurt was motionless and the other boy was trying to do something she didn't even want to think about. This boy was pushing his face onto her brothers – which she assumed was kissing. One hand was on Kurt's face and the other was unbelievably close to the end of the hospital gown and the boy assumed that there wasn't any clothing underneath it.
She dropped the food on the plastic floor. Its delicate sound seemed to echo throughout the whole room, startling Karofsky. He flicked his head round to see Santana standing there with her mouth open. His raw red lips dripped with saliva as he stared in shock and worriment His eyes were wide which were the opposite of Kurt's.
She practically ran up to the bed and pulled him off of her brother. "You! Get off him right now before I go all Lima heights on your sorry ass." She shouted with such force, it caught the attention of the nurse's outside. "You disgust me." Kurt slumped down back down. He could be mistaken as a corpse if it wasn't for the shallow breathing and the rise and fall off his chest.
"He deserves this." David spoke with a hint of evil. "I lost everything because of him."
Without hesitation, Santana spat in his face.
Karofsky wiped the liquid off and slapped the girl in front of him right in the face. His hand and Santana's cheek matched in colour. His expression seemed more sinister with a hint of disappointment as he marvelled over the feeling in his hand. He shoved past her and tried to escape out the door but a nurse and two security guards blocked his way.
Santana was smirking briefly but her expression changed as the nurse rushed over to Kurt. The moment with Karofsky had made Santana forget about Kurt as the anger boiled inside of her. Santana forgot about Karofsky as she looked over at Kurt to see his gown soaked with blood near his hip. It covered about half his stomach and was a deep scarlet. It seeped into the white bed sheets as well making it seem even more horrific.
She could hear the villainous cackles emanate from Dave's mouth. "You'll see Santana! You'll see why I did this." His voice became deep and low as he got taken out of the room by the two hospital guards to sit outside, wait and be interrogated.
The nurse lifted up the gown to find the source of the bleeding. After finding it she hastily pushed a red button on the side and two more nurses and a doctor walked in. They murmured a few things between each other and began wheeling the bed and Kurt out of the room and down the corridor. Santana ran after the bed frantically but a nurse stopped her.
"What! What happened? Where are you taking him?" Santana almost screamed out. The nurse sat her down as Santana rushed to get her phone out of her pocket.
"Is he your brother?" The nurse asked. The younger girl nodded while dialling numbers into her phone. "His stitches came out which caused a lot of blood loss and he became unconscious. We also think a head injury could be to blame as we found some blood on the head rest."
"It was Karofsky! He did this to Kurt. It's his fucking fault! He tried to rape him! And I thought he couldn't get any lower." The last sentence became a whisper. The nurse's eyes went wide at the news.
"Wait? Rape? Are you sure? We won't be able to take this lightly like we thought."
"You could see it in his eyes. He was chuckling as you dragged him out and his zipper was undone! He said that Kurt deserved what David did!"
"Okay. Well the guards called the police and they'll be here any moment." A knock on the door was heard and two police officers and Carole came in.
Santana ran into Carole's arms and sobbed quietly which allowed the tears to stain her adoption mother's cardigan. Carole stroked Santana's hair soothingly, letting her fingers flow through her gorgeously smooth hair.
"Honey I got your text to come to Kurt's room. What happened?" Santana told Carole everything she had told the nurse and what she had heard. Carole's face seemed to change from calm to horror as Santana went deeper into the story. By the end Carole was on the verge of tears but tried not to because Santana needed support.
"Well…" Mrs. Hummel started "On a happier note, Finn's body accepted Kurt's kidney. That's good isn't it?" She sounded way too happy for Santana's liking after what she had just said.
"Oh sure that's great! Finn gets a new kidney; Kurt looses one, is now unconscious and almost got raped! Today's just super." Carole was displeased with the obvious sarcasm that Santana had displayed.
"Don't be like that Sweetheart."
"I can't help it! It's like you don't care about Kurt!" Santana's weeping became harder and she flinched away from Carole's attempt of calming her down.
The teenage girl sat down in one of the chairs and Carole sunk to her knees. Mrs. Hummel took hold of Santana's hands and looked her in the eyes which were wetter and shiny from the tears.
"Santana." She began "Of course we care about Kurt but it's hard for us when Finn gets into these unfortunate circumstances. Sometimes we can't handle it. Outside we may seem fine but inside…." Santana began to nod more as she understood more. "We love all of you equally, you know that and we try to support everyone in this family as much as we can. You need to understand this. Come here." She pulled her daughter into a big hug as Santana let out the last of her tears.
Santana looked over her mother's shoulder to see the police officers writing down the last of what they had heard. She was thankful that she wouldn't have to go through any witness reports considering the vaguely traumatic experience she had gone through. She couldn't handle it and she certainly didn't want to remember it.
The younger girl moved out of her mother's grasp and exited the private room that Kurt once was. One last look in the room to let her eyes glance over the tiny blood stain on the back of the wall and the teddy on the bedside table. It was so empty.
She went to sit on the white plastic chairs outside. Karofsky had been taken away by the security guards and the police were probably talking to Carole. Santana assumed that Kurt was taken down to get a blood transfusion and his stitches re-done. Finn was most likely asleep and Burt was by his side in their private room. But Kurt….
Kurt was still unconscious.
One thought passed her mind; tonight was going to be a long night.