AN: Hey, everyone! I'm so so so sorry this wasn't up sooner! My computer went nuts first and I had to re-write this chapter twice and then I went walking with my family on Easter and sprained my ankle! Then my Ipod stopped working (the home button jamed) and I couldn't get to my notes, which is where my outline for all the chapters are (but I emailed it to myself so that it wouldn't happen again!)
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Onto the story!
Someone was singing.
Kurt stirred just the slightest bit. Everything was so hazy, darkness pressing down on him, stifling him. A sharp, steady beeping broke through the abyss, making Kurt groan inwardly; if anything was going to give him a long term headache that would be it.
Please, just stop already, Kurt thought to himself, trying to focus on the singing.
He couldn't make out the words but it felt broken; it felt like a good-bye.
Something soft pressed against his temple and he leaned into the touch, sighing, but not feeling the heavy breath pass his lips. His eyelids fluttered a little, but he was so warm, so tired; he wanted the person singing to stay with him, but the touch was gone and the singing had stopped. The other person was gone, something that Kurt was extremely familiar with.
No one ever stayed.
"So, he's going to need some more of these for when he wakes up," She studied the orange bottle in her hand, looking so much like prescription medicine, "Usually, he's the one to get them for me, to supply the rest of the group with, but since he's not awake, and even if he was he wouldn't be strong enough, I need someone else to," Carole murmured, almost to herself, briskly mapping out the hospital, checking things off of her clipboard.
Blaine trailed her listening intently.
"I'm not sure where he gets it, so I think we may have to wait until he wakes up, unless he told you…?"
Blaine shook his head no.
"Well, none of his other friends know either, but I was hoping," Carole took a sharp left and Blaine skidded to a stop, having to sprint down the hall to catch up to her.
Why is she walking so fast? Is she trying to race with me?
She continued to talk.
"…fully you can find the guy who he gets them from. It's necessary for the body so that it doesn't reject it. They don't have blood types, you see."
Blaine's eyebrows furrowed, but they smoothed out as they strode into Kurt's room. He took his now familiar place on the chair beside his bed and sighed, taking his hand. The boy's condition still hadn't changed and he was starting to get restless. He pressed his forehead against Kurt's hand, his eyes fluttering tiredly, yawning a bit.
Carole watched him with sad eyes; he was obviously in love with Kurt. Suddenly tired as well, she dropped into the chair opposite of the boy, and watched him. Kurt shifted a bit in his sleep and Blaine looked up, eyes shiny, grasping his hand in both of his.
Carole busied herself as he looked up at her, checking his stats and making sure that the machines were working. Blaine jumped as his phone buzzed while he watched her check, looking for signs of change.
Dropping Kurt's hand, he stood and left the room, checking his phone. There was a new pager. Sighing he read over the message:
(Blaine Anderson) Report back immediately or we will have to take emergency measures.
"W-where am I?"
Coincidentally, when Kurt awoke, Blaine was outside, studying the pager. Carole leaned over to pull his blankets closer around the boy, his shoulders shaking violently.
"You are in the hospital, baby boy."
Kurt propped himself up on one hand, the other pressing into his eye. He swiped out at his lips with his tongue, turning them a bright scarlet.
"Ugh. I know, but why?"
He felt horrible; his skin was desperately in need of moisture and he felt like his bones were about to shatter into little pieces.
There was a crack as he stretched his arms above his head before doubling over again, groaning. His stomach felt like a mosh pit for an angry army that was pushing through the walls with swords and shocks of pain webbed themselves across his brain.
"Wha-what's going on?" He sounded close to tears, rocking himself back and forth, knees pulled to his chest.
He screamed, his blood boiling, trying to force its way out of his body, tearing it apart. Carole rushed to his side, clutching at his arm frantically.
"You're okay, you're okay…"
She brushed his hair away, combing through it with fingers that were cool against his skin. He continued to scream, the sound ripping through her.
"What's happening to me? Make it stop, make it STOP!"
Fumbling with the bottle, she managed to struggle the last pill, the sample, out of it, pressing it against his mouth. He swallowed, choking slightly.
He continued to shake, still rocking, but the screaming had stopped and the pain dulled just slightly. He took deep breaths, trying to calm himself.
Blaine was standing by the door, watching the scene play out, hesitant. He wanted so badly to rush forward, envelope him in his arms, but didn't want to see him. He wasn't going to scare him away and he certainly didn't want to hurt him nor put him through more stress than what he was obviously already going through.
He was jolted out of his thoughts as a strong hand landed on his shoulder.
"So, this is the guy that you're in love with, huh?"
Blaine gasped at the voice, spinning around.
"Cooper!"
Kurt and Carole turned towards the two boys hovering by the door.
"Blaine!"
Kurt's face broke into a grin, but flashes of the fight flew through his mind. His expression wavered slightly, an odd feeling settling in his stomach, but he pushed it away. Just seeing the other boy's face was enough to brighten his mood.
"Kurt! You're awake!"
All hesitancy gone, Blaine surged forward, grasping both of his hands and perching himself on the end of Kurt's bed, noses almost touching.
Kurt blushed shyly, but didn't move away, a broad smile on his face, the pain already melting away.
Seeing the other boy still hovering by the door over Blaine's shoulder, Kurt twisted out of his grasp and smiled curiously.
"Hi, there. Who are you?"
At this, the other boy grinned.
"Why, hello there, love of my brother's. I," He gestured to himself with a flourish, "am Cooper Anderson."
"We would like to join the glee club."
Quinn stood over Mr. Schuester flanked by Brittany and Santana, hands on her hips. The teacher looked up from his magazine, raising his eyebrows.
"Uh, you haven't really shown interest in glee before, but… Let's see what you can do."
He straightened up as the song burst through the room, a slow piano, a soothing, rainy beat, and the ba-dum-dum of choir boys. Quinn stood front and center, the other cheerleaders swaying behind her as she began to sing slowly, drawing out the notes.
La, la, la, la…
La, la, la, la…
I want you to love me…
Like I'm a hot car ride…
Know you're thinking of me…
Doin' what you like, hey, he-ey…
So boy forget about the world 'cause it's gonna be you and me tonight!
I wanna make you beg for it, I'm gonna make you swallow your pr-hi-hide…
Quinn's voice rose admirably as she reached the chorus.
Want you to make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world…
(La, la, la, la…)
Want you to make me feel like I'm the only one that you'll ever lah-lah-lah-love…
Want you to make me feel like I'm the only one who holds your heart…
I want you to make me feel…
Like I'm the only girl in the world…
Oooh…
Recognition sparked in Mr. Schuester's brain; he hadn't even recognized the song, the way Quinn had altered it. The beat sped up again, much like the original song and Santana stepped forward.
I want you to take it…
Like a theif in the night…
Hold me like a pillow, make me feel alright…
Baby, I'll tell you all the secrets that I'm keepin'…
You can come inside and when you enter you aren't leaving…
Be my prisoner for the night…
Want you to make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world…
Like I'm the only one that you'll ever love...
Like I'm the only one who knows your heart…
Only girl in the world…
Like I'm the only one that's in command…
'Cause I'm the only one who understands…
How to make you feel like a man... (Yeah…)
The girls danced, shifting in a circle, arms above their heads, hips swinging back and forth as Brittany started to sing, the other two girls backing her up strongly, making her voice rise, swirling together in unison.
(oh) Baby, take me high (high)
Let me take you by surprise…
Make it last all night (night)
They all paused dramatically before they began signing the chorus again and finishing with an overlapping, only girl…
Mr. Schuester looked surprised but stood, smiling broadly, clapping.
"That was amazing! There will be a meeting tomorrow. I'd love to see you attend!"
Quinn smiled quickly to assure the teacher before turning serious again, nodding briskly.
"We'll be there."
And with that, she strode away, the other girls strutting alongside her, throwing waves and smiles over their shoulders.
Mr. Schuester shook his head, smiling and straightening the sheet music on the piano. That was the second group of three that had joined the club, plus Finn. At this rate, they would have just enough members to compete in sectionals.
"Hello?"
"Blaine?"
"Oh, hey, Wes! Guess what – "
"Yeah, yeah, tell me in a second. Man, why did we get the call that you are missing in action?"
"Blaine?"
"…"
"Blaine, I can hear you breathing."
"…No you can't."
"What? Yes I ca – "
…
Click.
"Blaine?"
"BLAINE ANDERSON!"
Blaine strode back into Kurt's room, settling the chair beside his bed, taking his hand and smiling.
"Are you feeling alright?"
Kurt rolled his eyes good-naturedly, "Yes, Blaine, I'm fine."
Blaine held his free hand up in surrender, laughing.
"Okay, okay! But I have the right to be worried!" Blaine's voice turned tender at the last part, thumb brushing over Kurt's knuckles.
"Well don't be, I'm fine," Kurt smiled softly, before groaning as his phone buzzed, flopping backwards on the bed and taking Blaine's hand with him.
Blaine laughed.
"Why. Do. They. Keep. Texting me?" Kurt exclaimed, scrolling hurriedly through the numerous messages. Catching some of them, Blaine plucked the phone from his hand to get a better glance.
He held the phone away from Kurt's grabbing hands, reading them aloud.
"Kurt, I miss you! Text me back! Love, Tina."
"Jam and Toast, white boy! You better get better soon or I'ma put your sorry white butt back into that hospital! My hair is frizzing out again because of you! You're worrying me!"
"Kurt, though I very much appreciate your getting better, I have no one to challenge my superb vocal talents and furthermore, it is leaving me wracked with boredom. Get well soon so that I can be entertained again. …Also, I kinda miss you. Love, Rachel Berry *insert gold star here*' Well, she's a demanding one, no?"
Kurt giggled, nodding.
Blaine kept scrolling, "Ooh, okay. 'The unholy trinity joined glee. Help, much? You're glare is awesome and they're annoying that crap out of Rach. Not sure how much more she can take. Get well soon! Love, Tina and Mercedes.'"
Kurt gasped at the message, grabbing Blaine's hand and turning the phone. "What? Really?"
Blaine widened his eyes and laughed, "Really. Other people joined as well, apparently. 'Wolves up in here, babe. Text me when you get this. New boy alert: Sam Evans, blonde, totally on the cute side, maybe sorta into being friends with me? Also, Puckerman and Chang. Tina seems to like the Asian, though, so I guess we're cool. He's one of the nicer ones in the pack, I guess.'"
"Tina is into Chang?"
Blaine laughed again, "Apparently."
Kurt looked at him fondly. "You have no idea what I'm even freaking out about, do you?"
"Nope, but look, I see my name!"
Before he could read it, Kurt managed to snatch the phone back, blushing bright red, both boys laughing and grinning.
Cooper walked into the room, trying to fit the entire packet of gum into his mouth, chomping loudly.
"Ehy, Urkt. Ih Laine. Hwy rea we gonna wo to teg Urkt's rugs?"
Both boys looked confused.
"Uh, could you repeat that?"
Cooper rolled his eyes, as though someone not understanding him was some sort of joke, and pulled out the wad of gum in a long string, chucking it into the trash can.
"I said, 'When are we going to go get Kurt his drugs?'"
Seeing no change in Kurt's expression, Blaine opened his mouth to answer but Kurt cut him off.
"You are going to see Sebastian for me?
Now it was Cooper's turn to look confused.
"Who's Sebastian?"
Kurt raised his eyebrows.
"You are going to get my drugs, but you don't know who my drug dealer is?"
Cooper smiled proudly, nodding. "Yup!"
Kurt shrugged, "Well, whatever you set your mind to, I guess."
Blaine watched them go back and forth, his eyes lingering on Kurt dreamily.
"But, I think it would be a lot easier for you if you had an address." Kurt smiled sweetly at the boy, tugging the pad of paper and pencil off of the bedside table, scrawling the address across the first page in loopy writing, ripping it gently and handing it off to Blaine.
Blaine stood, kissing Kurt's hand gently and leaning down to whisper, "I'll be right back." Their foreheads touching. Kurt smiled, his heart beating out of his chest; they hadn't had the conversation of what they were yet, but he loved the hunter with every cell in his body.
Blaine went to stand by his brother, who had produced a banana from somewhere, and smiled at Kurt before they both turned away, ready to head out the door.
"Oh, and Cooper?"
Cooper turned around, smiling pleasantly.
"Yes, Kurt?"
"Why aren't you wearing any pants?"
Santana and Quinn jumped as Sue's hand landed on the desk with a quick snap. She pointed her fingers at the two teenagers sitting across from her.
"What is it I hear about you joining Schuester's string of bloodsucking inbreeds?"
Santana crossed her arms, hands itching to reach forward and make Sue's head disappear, but she knew better, keeping her mouth shut and her marked hands at her sides.
Sue smirked, feeling Santana's anger, flicking her fingers, and Santana smelled something burning. Rolling her eyes, she covered the tips of her hair with her hand, droplets of water tumbling from her skin, putting out the fire.
"Really, coach? Juvenile." She remarked, studying her nails.
Shooting her a sharp look, Quinn looked back at the circle leader, smiling charmingly.
"Coach," She began in a soothing voice, "You know we only joined to spy for you." She smiled, willing her eyes not to betray her.
Sue stared hard, her gaze swiveling between Quinn's trustworthy smile and Santana's bored expression. Seeming content with this answer, Sue nodded.
"Your first status report is due to me by tomorrow, Q. Take airbags and airhead with you." Waving a hand dismissively, Sue settled herself at her desk, opening her journal.
The two spellcasters sat there awkwardly, not sure if they were allowed to leave.
Sue looked up sharply.
Well, don't just sit there like a pair of drooling Neanderthals! Leave!" She barked.
They scurried out of the line of fire, quickly exiting her office.
Santana turned towards her with a smirk as they slowed to a saunter.
"Nice excuse. I'm impressed."
She gave a quick, sultry version of what could be called a smile and strutted away confidently to find Brittany.
Quinn stared after her, the barest hint of a smile on her face.
"It wasn't an excuse!" She yelled after the other girl who just waved her hand in disbelief.
Quinn shook her head, smiling, and strode off again, hips swinging.
The Anderson brothers excited the car after pulling up next to the alleyway. Their slap of their boots on the pavement was silent as they slunk down into the darkness of the alley that slimmed out the further they went.
Sebastian's shop was a little purple box nestled in between two walls, pressed against the dead end of the path.
The door swung open eerily as they approached and the two shared a look, Cooper fingering his gun.
Blaine shook his head at him; they didn't want to scare the dealer away. Kurt needed this.
The brothers entered the store, eyes darting suspiciously. Smoky flames floated lazily around their heads, contained in small glass orbs, all different colors, but the whole room radiated a buttery orange-yellow light, the flames more of a décor. A boy lounged on the counter, head cradled in his hand. He looked up, seemingly when he heard a sound that no one had made.
Blaine stepped forward, flanked by Cooper, and opened his mouth to begin talking, but was cut off abruptly when the boy darted forward, scarily fast, green eyes fluttering shut as he tightened his grip on their fore arms.
Breathing in deeply, the boy opened his eyes and released them smirking. Cooper rubbed at his arm and Blaine stifled a laugh.
"So, you need drugs? Did Hummel send you? He's usually the one to get them."
Blaine raised his eyebrows and Cooper gaped at him, before composing himself. The other boy looked smug. Cooper pulled the little scrap of yellow paper out of his jacket pocket.
"Uh, who are you again? Just to be sure we have the right person, which I'm hoping we don't."
The boy grinned, "Sebastian. Sebastian Smythe."
Cooper cursed. "Well, damn. And I thought we'd be able to leave, Blaine."
Blaine rolled his eyes at his brother. "Shut up, Cooper. I'm trying to be nice and get stuff for Kurt and killing the drug dealer won't help us."
Cooper snorted. "Hah. More like get some."
"Hey – "
"Much as I love a fight, I must ask, why would you want to kill a lovely beauty like myself? I'm like a walking Adonis. Plus, I have a killer personality."
The Anderson's snorted and, in unison snuck out a quick, "Humble."
"Stop copying me!"
"What are we, second grade here, boys?"
Sebastian was ignored.
"What? I said it first!"
"I was born first!"
"You're just jealous 'cause I'm prettier than you."
"Hey! No one is prettier than this right here." Cooper gestured to himself, smirking.
Sebastian sighed, rubbing at his temples. "Can I just get you what you need so you can leave? No matter how hot you are," Sebastian motioned toward Cooper with his chin, resulting in a slight blush and a proud smirk, "You're more annoying than me, and that's saying something."
Sebastian scanned the shelves behind him before slapping an orange pill bottle on the counter, filled to the brim with little white pills.
Blaine reached into his pocket for a wad of dollars, but Sebastian, seeing the money peeking out of his pocket, stopped him.
Sebastian winked at Cooper, "On the house."
Sebastian spun around, the candles dimming, and entered the back room.
The door flung open and the Andersons exited the shop. The door swished close behind them, and Blaine turned toward Cooper.
"He knew we were coming."
Cooper nodded, "Oh, he totally knew."
The group rushed into the hospital in a big heap of happy chatter, Burt trying to calm the excitable teens.
"Guys, guys! You need to be calm. We don't want to put Kurt under too much stress."
The group laughed and nodded happily.
Burt shook his head, but he was smiling.
The group straightened up before barging into Kurt's room.
Kurt looked up from the book he was reading (The Hunger Games) and a grin so wide it looked like it was eating him spread across his face. He placed the book on the bedside table and waited patiently as they gathered around him.
The group looked at each other slowly before turning back to Kurt.
"Kurt! You're looking better!"
"I'm in love!"
"Where's the cutie hunter at?"
"Hey, Bud!"
"You're still lookin' dope to me, bro!"
"The unholy trinity joined glee!"
"I love that book!"
"Does my hair look okay? Kurt!"
Kurt laughed, quite calm for a boy getting hollered at.
"Guys, calm down. I'm fine, I got your texts, Blaine is…out right now, and I know, this book is amazing."
The group was calmed considerably and they talked and laughed for a while before the teenagers got hungry.
"We'll be right back, Kurt. Just off to get some lunch. You want any?"
Kurt shook his head, grinning. "I'm not hungry. I'll just make Cooper or Blaine get me something when they come back."
The group looked hesitant, but left after Kurt shooed them off, turning towards his dad.
"You gonna go with them?"
"Nah, sport. Maybe go eat with Carole. I'm pretty sure she has a lunch break in about thirty minutes." He replied, checking his watch.
Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Dad, just ask Carole out already."
At this Burt straightened, grinning. "Carole? She's into me?"
Kurt sighed, slumping in exasperation. "Yes, dad, she's 'into you'. God, your more of a teenage boy than me."
Burt shrugged. "Eh, I've got experience."
Kurt looked at his dad, shaking his head and rolling his eyes, but he was smiling.
"You're hopeless. Just plain hopeless."
"Well, that's not a very nice thing to say to your father."
"Meh."
Burt laughed, standing, staring the left wall that looked out at the rest of the hospital.
"Well, I'm going to go. It looks like your friend, Rachel, wants to talk to you and Carole seems to be on break. Thanks for the advice bud. It was a real eye opener."
Kurt smiled and ushered him out, telling him to let Rachel, who looked like she was desperately in need of a pee, in.
"Hey, Rach—"
"Kurt Hummel, sit down, because, knowing you, this will take a while."
Kurt looked scared and annoyed at the same time.
"Oh, good lord."
And their argument began.
"Blaine stayed with you all night! You—you think he doesn't love you? Or – like you, in the least and loosest of terms?"
Kurt flopped back onto the pillows, groaning.
"I—I don't know what to think. And I am not going to get my heart broken over some hunter who put me in this damn hospital!"
Rachel looked angry, her eyebrows furrowed, breathing heavily.
"You think I don't know how it feels? I'm in love with Finn Hudson, Kurt. It's hard, I get it! You know I do! Just – please, think about it. Blaine – he's a good guy, and it would do you some good to let someone in once in a while!"
Kurt let out a yelp of frustration, sitting up again, specks of red flickering around the rims of his eyes.
"Well, maybe I don't know how! I'm scared, okay? All people do is hurt me and hurt me. They leave and if Blaine left…I couldn't handle that. You think I don't like him? Well, I do! A lot more than I should! You think I don't see it? See how simply amazing he is? He deserves more than me, more than this. More than rural Ohio and a bloodsucker for a boyfriend! He needs more than I could ever give him…"
Kurt's head had landed in his hands around the middle of his speech. Rachel pried his hands away gently, cradling his jaw, staring him in the eyes.
"Have you ever thought that maybe he doesn't want all that?"
Her voice was soft and she slid off the bed gracefully, closing the door and leaving him to think that over alone.
"—MIT BLAINE PICK UP THE PHONE OR I'LL KILL YOUR FATHER, I SWEAR I'LL DO IT! BLA—"
"…Hello?"
"Oh, uh, didn't think you'd actually pick up. I was getting over anger out. Melina broke up with me, you see—"
"Hey, sorry to hear that, man. She didn't deserve you anyways."
"Yeah, totally. Anyways, you haven't been picking up. It's…worrisome."
"Eh."
"I just wanted to say—"
…
Click.
"Blaine?"
"BLAINE!"
"Hey, again, Beautiful."
Cooper looked up from where he was playing, and being pummeled at, poker with Kurt. Kurt didn't look up to see who it was, studying his hand.
"Coop? Who's tha—oh." Kurt murmured, finally looking up at the warlock standing in the doorway.
"Hey, Hummel, heard you got injured. Just coming by to see your pretty, pretty friend." Sebastian raked his eyes over Cooper appreciatively.
Kurt nodded, smiling.
"While I must admit he is very pretty," Kurt laughed at Cooper, who was dropping poses with a smug smile, "His brother is more my type."
Sebastian motioned with his hands, holding them at his waist.
"Short one? Gelled hair? Gorgeous eyes? Eh, sounds like the type you'd like. He might almost live up to having me." He remarked cockily, pressing a hand to his chest, smiling so that Kurt knew he was joking.
Kurt snorted, grinning. Cooper watched the exchange; the vampire and the drug dealer were closer than he had thought.
"So…you're really not afraid of me telling everyone about all…this?" Cooper spun his finger in a circle, motioning to the two of them, feeling a small swell of pride that Kurt trusted him enough to be so comfortable around him.
Kurt shrugged. "Will you?"
Cooper waved his hand through the air dismissively, "Hardly, but still. Oh, and Sebastian, thank you. You're gorgeous, too, doll."
Sebastian smirked at the complement, mischievous delight shining in his eyes. He took a seat daintily in the chair beside Cooper, holding Cooper's cell phone in one hand and drifting lazily through text messages. Noticing it, Cooper patted down his pockets frantically before holding his hand out for the phone. Sebastian and Kurt laughed in unison and Seb handed the phone back after tapping a few numbers in.
Hearing someone coming, Sebastian smiled at Kurt, giving Cooper a quick wink and a smirk.
"Call me, hot stuff."
And he was gone in a quick flash of dust.
Checking the number in his phone, Cooper turned to Kurt, who was trying not to laugh, eyes wide and looking dazed.
"What—what just happened?"
"Sebastian Smythe, biatch."
Cooper laughed at his serious expression and the word 'biatch'.
The two straightened up quickly, composing themselves as Blaine strode into the room, rushing to Kurt's bedside like a devoted puppy.
Cooper and Kurt shared a happy glance and suddenly Cooper knew:
He would love to have Kurt as a brother-in-law.
"Go on a date with me."
I.
"I—I can't. You have a girlfriend and I'm going to be a star and—"
"Hey, hey… No one has to know, okay? No one else. You and me, just you and me…"
II.
"I—I Blaine…"
"Please?"
"Stop giving me puppy dog eyes!"
III.
"I thought I was supposed to call you first."
"Well, I'm just ahead of the game. Now, will you?"
"Sebastian… I—Oh, to hell with it. Okay."
IV.
"I'm dating someone."
"We both know you don't want to be with him."
"I love him."
"No you don't. You both love someone else."
"No he doesn't and neither do I."
"Oh, yeah? Is that why he's been raving to be about the Jewish princess?"
"I—"
She was quiet.
"…Quinn? Please. I'm begging you. I've got knees, I can get down on them! Please. Just one date. One chance."
"Okay."
V.
"Wouldyouliketogooutwthme?"
"Um, could you repeat that, please?"
He scratched at the back of his neck, biting his lips nervously.
"Uh, would you, maybe, sorta…want to go out with me?"
"This isn't a joke, right? Because punking someone in the library is just cruel."
He smiled.
"No joke."
"Then I'd love to."
VI.
"You want to maybe…hang out sometime?"
"That would be great."
VII.
"Practice is over Britt, you've got to go home."
"I don't want to."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't get to see you when I go home."
"Then let's go somewhere else."
"Okay."
I.
But, sometimes, things don't go as planned.
"C'mon, David. We've got a job to do."
"Blaine?"
"Blaine."
And they set off towards the hospital building.
AN: Ooh, Cliffy! XD Not really, I'm not good at these things.
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