Broken Bones And Broken Hearts
Part Three
My neck hurts; the worst thing about waking up after sleeping in an awkward position. I haven't opened my eyes yet, though I can hear people whispering, whispering to each other. I listen. I listen hard. The words mean nothing. The words might as well not be words at all.
No beeping.
The life support machine isn't beeping.
I open my eyes a crack.
It's off.
I panic. No lights are flashing. The people leave the room. They aren't aware that I'm awake. They aren't aware of my fear.
But then I jump up, and the bed is back. I look at him, see him breathing. He is sleeping.
He is okay.
I walk to the door; I need to find out what's going on, but as I reach for the handle, it's already turning. Someone walks in. I don't know him. He is strange and new to me and he gestures for me to take a seat. The chair isn't as hard as it seemed to be yesterday. He tells me that they stitched up the wounds and sorted out his head. He says that he might have some trouble remembering things for a bit. I dismiss it; send the thoughts to the back of my mind. At least Blaine is okay.
He gets up and leaves and I move to sit by Blaine and take his hand. It's a little warmer. I kiss it and give it a squeeze, to which Blaine moves his head, lost in sleep. His movements are jagged. He has no flow. The door opens once again. The nurse is back, a bunch of papers in her hand. She comes over to sit by me, gives me the papers.
"These are for when he goes home, the medication and rules he will need. He will need a lot of rest. He's pretty fragile. He will need to stay away from sexual intercourse for a while; wait as long as you can before you two start – start doing anything again. You need to make sure he is mentally ready. We don't know what the consequences are going to be on his brain."
I'm nodding. It's a lot to take in right now.
Blaine shuffles again in his sleep. Both our heads turn to watch him. She gives me a quick smile before getting up and leaving the room. There is a small space on the bed next to Blaine's body. I kick of my shoes and climb onto the bed and snuggle down next to him. I breathe in what is left of his scent. I rest my tired head between into the crook of his neck and gently lay my head on his shoulder. My hand slips into his, and we lie there for what feels like hours. Just back by each others' sides. I'm just on the verge of sleep when a gentle squeeze to my hand quickly forces my eyes open.
I sit up, heart pounding. Blaine's eyes are open, gleaming and looking at my face. And he's smiling. He's awake. He's alive. And looking at me.
"Hey ,Kurt."
He laughs.
I laugh.
I relax, and I read over, and we embrace for what seems like the first time in years.