So school and I have been really conflicting...5 days left then I BELONG TO FANFICTION. I'm so happy I finally got this one finished, It took forever, I've been a little disconnected lately...but here it is. Hopefully it's okay.
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Kurt woke up in a hospital room. He groaned, what had happened?
"-I am truly amazed he made it this far. It is a good thing that cheer coach noticed, or I don't think his body could have functioned much longer. He is severely malnourished and recovery is going to be a tough road. Mentally especially." The doctor explained to Burt, Carol and Finn. Finn had his head cocked slightly to the side and his face showed confusion. Yet, his eyes were glazed over in worry for his brother, he would occasionally glance at Kurt and when he did this time, he yelled.
"Mom! Burt! Kurt's awake! Kurt.." Finn rushed with the rest of the family to Kurt's bedside.
Everyone started talking at once and Kurt's head spun with undistinguishable voices. His voice cracked when he interrupted, "Why am I here?"
The doctor cleared his throat and came forward to speak to Kurt, "Kurt, you fainted on the way to your father's car. You are dangerously malnourished. We are feeding you through an IV. Your stomach shrunk from not eating for so long that we don't think you will be able to hold enough down to be beneficial to you." The doctor explained quietly to Kurt.
Kurt began to freak out. They were feeding him? His eyes slowly turned the IV, I need to get that out of me. Kurt looked at the doctor, he was turned back towards his parents. I should be able to get this out with a couple good tugs...
Kurt glanced back at the doctor, did he really want to do this? Yes you do. You can't waste all the work you did for this body! Tear it out!
Kurt really could not tell you when he became a slave to the voice in his head, but he could tell you that it was a very convincing voice. Kurt glanced at the group of conversing humans again before scrunching up his face and grabbing at the IV.
His arms were weak and he grunted with effort. He hissed with pain as the IV began to tear out of his skin. He ignored everyone telling him to stop and resisted against the doctor attempting to stop him.
Kurt thrust around and continued to try and get the IV out. His hand was bloodied from the tearing yet he continued to yank at it.
"Nurse!" The doctor called out and a nurse came in as Kurt finally got the IV out of his hand. It dropped to the floor and he continued to try and writhe away from the doctor. Kurt went on struggling, refusing to let the IV puncture his skin.
"No." Kurt puffed, "Can't-can't get fat.." He turned away from the doctor and pulled his hand from the nurse. "Don't touch me." Kurt warned. "I don't need an IV. I'm fine."
"? We are going to need to sedate him if we want to get him the IV."
Burt and Carol had a defeated look in their eyes and nodded sadly at Kurt. A nurse came in and with the help of another nurse and and the doctor they administered the sedative. Kurt struggled until he lost his motivation and strength. He fell asleep in a matter of twenty minutes. The nurse re-attached Kurt's Iv and left the doctor to talk to Kurt's parents.
"Mr. and Mrs. Hummel, if I could suggest something to you? I think it could really help Kurt." The doctor proceeded to talk quietly to the parents.
"Oh." Burt said. Had it really gotten that bad? Obviously, he yanked his IV out. He's more concerned about looking good than being healthy.
"How much will this cost us?" Carol asked, concerned.
"Insurance should take care of most of it for you. I really think that this is the best option and the best way for Kurt to make a full recovery while it's possible."
"Burt, I think we should do this." Carol turned to Burt with a pained expression. Burt's eyes were darkened with sadness and worry for his son.
"Alright. When would he go?" Burt asked defeatedly.
"In about a week. We want to get him back up on his feet, have him gain a couple pounds, then we'll send him off."
"How safe is this place? What will he be doing there?" Burt asked, wanting only the best for Kurt.
"The building is secure, and only people who really care and want to help are employed. In the psych hospital, Kurt will have access to group therapy, counselors and a lot of free time to meet other people going through hard times like him. I believe he will be able to identify with the others here and have more motivation to heal." The doctor explained softly.
Burt nodded slowly, "Alright, okay. That sounds good, how do I get him transferred to this...facility?"
"I'll get the papers and send them right away to make sure there's an open room." The doctor left the room and Burt walked over to Kurt's bedside and took his hand.
"Snap out of this, buddy. Get better and make your old man proud."
Kurt spent a long week in the hospital under light sedation. He gained a little weight and his head became less fuzzy. He didn't feel as weak and under the sedative he didn't feel like throwing up or attempting to tear out his IV. When he was on medicine, the voice in his head disappeared.
Kurt was feeling so much better, but as the medicine began wearing off, he became more aware of what was happening. He was being wheeled out of the hospital, but to the back doors. The staff lifted him into an ambulance and the ambulance headed off. The medicines made him a little tired and eventually the vibrations of the moving vehicle put him to sleep.
Kurt woke up and looked around, he was at...where was he? Kurt looked at the building, it looked like any other normal building. Nothing suspicious except for the fact that he was being brought into it.
They helped him out of the ambulance and he squinted in the bright sunlight. He held on to the ambulance assistants arm until he gained his balance and looked around himself. It was a pretty open area, a few houses here and down the road there was a small town. He spotted his dad's car and wondered what they were doing here. How long were they driving for?
The assistant began leading him towards the door and Kurt spoke up. "Where are we going?"
"Didn't your family tell you? You are being admitted to a psych hospital for a while."
Kurt pulled his arm away, "What! I'm not crazy! I am not going in!"
The assistant, being used to this, grabbed Kurt's arm and forcefully pushed him towards the door, "I'm sorry, kid. This isn't a crazy home though, it's a place to heal. You have a real problem and your parents want you to begin healing here. You aren't ready to take care of yourself yet."
Kurt stopped resisting and just slumped his shoulders, his parents landed him here? The assistant dropped him in the lobby, white and cream walls and floors surrounded him. Burt and Carol stood in the lobby but Kurt just glared at them, daring them to say something. They stood in a cold silence until another doctor came in.
"Burt Hummel? I heard from the ambulance staff that you have arrived. I'm glad to see Kurt is doing better. We have a room for him and everything. I would really like to talk to you about his stay and I'll have Michelle show him back." Kurt looked around and saw a tall african american nurse. Her hair went an inch past her shoulder in elegant curls and wore a genuine smile. She noticed Kurt looking at her and walked over.
"Hello Kurt I'm Michelle Jenerieck. I'll be your nurse for your stay here, how about I show you around?" Her light hand came down on his shoulder and she led him towards a security locked door. Were all the doors here like that?
They passed a living room type room and Kurt saw a bunch of people around his age or younger. He wanted to stop but she continued down the hallway until they came to all doors. She brought Kurt to one and opened the door for him.
"This is your room. You will eat in the cafeteria and afterwords you will have an escort to a meeting with a counselor. The session will be an hour and we want to make sure you do not throw up. Here we are helping you heal and I want you to try. Some of your belongings have been brought here, dinner is served at six thirty. Feel free to go back to the main area, I saw you looking in there. You'll meet some really good people, Kurt. People that you can connect with, I suggest you go down there." She smiled warmly at him and walked of towards a near nurse's station.
Kurt walked slowly back down the hallway to the common area. There were televisions, video games board games, couches, art supplies, books, you name it. Kurt spotted a curly head alone on a couch staring at the floor. He was cute, was Kurt's first thought, then he noticed his forearms were in white bandages. The dark haired teen looked up and they caught eyes for a second.
The teenager looked down at the floor quickly and Kurt felt a draw to go over there, so he did. He sat down next to him but didn't;t look at him.
"I'm Kurt. I'm new here. What's your name?" Kurt introduced himself quietly
"Blaine Anderson. Why are you here?" He asked innocently, "I'm sure you can guess why I am." He played with the edges of his bandages and looked up at Kurt.
"Eating disorder." Kurt admitted for the first time. He finally registered it in his mind. It sounded vulgar and it tasted bad on his tongue. Kurt gave a sheepish smile and Blaine shook his head,
"You're crazy." Blaine said with a little laugh.
"Isn't that why we're here?" Kurt asked and the two finally looked each other in the eye.
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