Well, I decided to give you guys another chapter, early. So...have fun. Chapter 5 will probably be out on New Years or the day after, Maybe...Just Maybe, before.
Sorry about Kurt not really spending enough time with his dad, but just pretend like he does...and pretend that he eats more, and uses the bathroom. K? lmao.
Review pleassee? I'm so happy at the number of people who read this.
PS. This is prolly my shortest chapter yet...sorry.
Chapter 4
I was very happy to see all of my friends today. It really brought up the mood of my being in the hospital.
"Kurt! I'm so glad to see you're getting better!" Mr. Shue said. I tried to smile, but I just couldn't. I knew my pain medication was wearing off by the second.
"Thanks, I'm actually in a lot of pain," I said, sadly.
That perked up Blaine's interest. He glared at me, I shrugged.
"Ooh, damn Kurt, why didn't you tell any of us he was really getting this bad?" Mercedes asked, walking up to me.
"I, myself didn't realize it was this bad," I said.
"Oh," she said. She took my hand, just like Blaine did. I could feel it this time. I was scared for when I talked. It's going to get worse, since I was going to be talking a lot to them
"I'm sorry man," Sam said, walking up to me next.
"It's alright guys. One rule, don't apologize for something you couldn't have stopped," I said.
"Well if you told us, we could have been around you all the time," Sam said.
"No, It was pretty much my fault. I ran after him, and he attacked me. If I didn't run after him, he wouldn't have done any of it," I said, thinking back to how he was feeling me up, "Well what about you? Didn't you get in trouble for hitting him?" I asked.
"Well, Finn and I both have to do community service for 60 hours, but it's not as bad as Karofsky got," Sam said.
"Wow, what happened to him?" I asked, my mouth opening too much again. This time I did cringe.
"He has a month long sentence in Juvy and then he's on Probation for a long, long time. I think it's outrageous and he should have had it for much, much longer," Puck said.
"No, I had to do it by myself," I said, falling into a haze. I was tired.
"I think Kurt needs to get some sleep," Mr. Shue said. I was grateful. I wanted to spend more time more time with my friends, but I guess they have to wait.
"Just us girls will come up here next time, Kurt," Quinn said. I smiled a little bit, but it hurt.
As soon as they all left, leaving Blaine in here alone I fell fast asleep.
I woke up to find Blaine sitting in the chair with a textbook.
"Hi," I said softly. Blaine jumped up and dropped his book on the ground. I laughed out loud but regretting it, seeing as I cried out and reached up for my face. Sudden movement also made my stomach move, and I groaned out more. I felt tears slide their silent way down my cheeks. Blaine rushed up to me and pushed the red button on the side of the bed.
He grabbed my hands and pulled them to my side. I was crying.
A nurse rushed in and saw us, calling for a doctor to bring up more pain medication.
She left, and Blaine said, "I'm surprised you only slept for a few hours. I thought you would sleep all day."
The doctor rushed in and hurried to my side. I was breathing hard. He administrated the medication and stood back.
"Now, while I'm in here, I should probably tell you that you need an MRI today and a couple x-rays. You're scheduled in an hour. If you'd like to walk there, then that is fine, but if you don't we can wheel you in there. Call for the nurse to try and get walking, but other than that, I'll be back at noon to take you to the MRI scanner," Dr. Mason said, leaving us to ourselves.
"I need to get up now," I said, pulling the blankets off of me. Then I realized what I was wearing.
"Eww, why the hell am I wearing this?" I said, pulling on it.
"Cut it out, you have to wait for a nurse to come in," Blaine said, pushing me back. I sat up with my feet hanging off the side. I was lightly touching my stomach.
"I look fat. Stupid surgery, stupid swelling. I hate hospitals," I said.
"Oh shut up, you're not fat," Blaine said.
A nurse walked in, "Well I hear you'll be walking here now, Kurt," she said.
"Yes, I need to move my feet. I feel stiff as a board," I said. I moved my feet to jump down.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Blaine said, coming to my side. The nurse did too.
They helped me down and I took a few steps. After stumbling a few times, I got the hang of walking again. I did have to carry around the IV hooked to my arm. It was ridiculous. I was grossed out with the need in my arm. I was starting to get crazy random thoughts again.
The nurse left, and told Blaine to keep an eye on me, and if I fell or anything they need to call for her.
He nodded and went and took my arm.
"Will you sing to me?" I asked him, "You have a beautiful voice, Curly."
"Curly? Well alright, I can see this drug coming along now. I'm prepared to be amused," he said.
"Well? Come on and sing," I said, slapping his butt hard.
"Whoa there cowboy," Blaine said, although he knew he liked it.
"What?" I asked him.
"Hold on, let me pick a song," he said.
"Sing that one you sang when I first heard you. The one where you told me to get my hands on you in your skin tight jeans," I said, moving a bit closer to him. I put my hands on his chest. My cast was awkward.
"Okay," Blaine said, he was singing softly, without anything moving my hands from him.
I shook my head and realized what I was doing.
"What the hell am I doing?" I said, pulling away from him, interrupting his song.
"I'm so sorry," he said, backing up to sit on the bed again.
"It's okay, I was fine with it," Blaine said.
I eyed him carefully. Actually I was saved by the bell. Dr. Mason came in and asked me to follow him down the hall. Blaine had to take his things and go home for a few hours. He said I won't be done until after five o clock.
I walked next to the doctor, slowly. He was patient. We entered a weird room and I lie down on the metal bed like thing and he closed the door to enter the room on the other side of the glass.
A speaker came on and he asked me, "Are you ready Kurt?"
"As I'll ever be," I said.
The machine started to slowly move into the small round space. I was scared.
"Now keep as still as you can," he said from the speakers.
I just closed my eyes and thought about what I did to Blaine. I let my thoughts wander, and then I jumped from the machine moving me back out again.
"Well, Kurt, I'll walk you back to your room, and then I'll come get you again in about forty-five minutes," he said. He didn't sound too happy. I hope nothing is wrong with me. That would mean I have to stay here so much longer and not be able to go home.
I went and lay down in my bed. I had a bad feeling about this. Just as he promised Dr. Mason came back in forty-five minutes. I had to stand up again and walk down the hall. It was silent because I was scared of what's going to happen. He didn't seem happy about anything and I knew he wasn't going to tell me what was wrong. I'd have to get my dad to tell me later.
I had to lie on another cold metal bed, and a machine came over me and he left the room. I took slow breaths and just waited for it to be over. I had to take off the part for my shirt, and I noticed the bandages wrapped around me abdomen. I sighed. I really hope the scars aren't that big. I really didn't need to mess up my skin. I needed to wash my face too, and my hair. I've just realized that I have showered in about a week. Eww.
The door opened and the doctor helped me up. He took me back to my room and left for another forty-five minutes to set up a CAT scan for me. This one scared me. I've never had one before, so I have no idea what it is. It turned out to be just like the MRI. I just waited for it to be over.
Dr. Mason didn't seem happy about this one either. My dad and Carole were in my room when we walked back.
"Can I wash my hair?" I asked him.
"Yes, as long as you don't get the bandages or your cast wet," he said.
"Here, I'll help you," Carole said and she helped me into the bathroom. I heard my dad and the doctor talking about me. My dad seemed sad, but I didn't really hear anything else. Carole got the chair and put it by the shower.
"Sit and lean you head back," she said. I didn't say anything, but just let her wash my hair. She was gently and loving. It got me thinking about my mom. I really miss her. She used to wash my hair every night before we went to bed. I felt a tear run down my cheek and I wiped it away before Carole could see it. When we finished I towel dried my hair as much as I could, and combed it over the way I like it. It was as good as it was going to get without my hair products.
Blaine was back in the room when I walked out the bathroom. He was talking to my dad. I had my nerves on all day. I hated this stupid medication. I was all moody.
"Oh, hi Kurt," Blaine said, noticing me. He smiled and I smiled back.
"Tell me what's wrong with me, I know there is something," I demanded.
"Well, the stitches on you kidneys and such aren't healing the right way, so Dr. Mason prescribed you for a new medication. You'll still get the one that makes you loopy, but this one is like an antibiotic, but different I guess," my dad said.
I frowned. "Great, is this one going to make me crazy too?" I asked, angrily getting into the bed.
"Well, we don't know, we don't know how well your body is going to take to it, he said this is an odd medication and some people don't take to it well," he said. He sounded nervous. I don't think he wanted to do it.
"Alright, as long as it makes me leave here faster," I said.
"Push to call the nurse when you're ready for it. Carole and I are going to leave you two alone for now. I love you Kurt, don't forget that. I'll be back here later," my dad said, coming by my bed. I think he wanted to give me a hug but he didn't want to hurt me. I was sitting upright, so I held out my arms, shakily. I was really gentle and barely touched me. I squeezed him a little.
They both left the room. I was left alone with Blaine, again. I was grateful though.
"You want me to call the nurse now?" Blaine asked.
"I guess, I just hope it doesn't make me sleepy because we need to talk," Kurt said.
"Alrighty then," Blaine said. He reached over and pushed the button to signal that he's ready.
Kurt got comfortable in the bed and pulled his blanket up. It took them a few minutes, but a nurse finally came in.
She didn't even say anything, but inserted the needle into the tube and the left when she finished.
"Whoa," I said. I started moving my fingers, "This is the weirdest thing ever, it tickles, but then it hurts at the same time." I started giggling. It was really awkward.
"Are you okay Kurt?" Blaine asked.
"I don't know," I said, sounding worried. My fingers and my hand were twitching and my left side of my body had that tingly feeling all over it. Soon my entire arm was twitching. Blaine was really nervous. I couldn't talk. After a few minutes my entire body was twitching and my eyes rolled back into my head. I felt like I was going to throw up. I heard someone talking, but it sounded distant and I couldn't make out what they were saying.
There were a lot of voices now. I was convulsing and I couldn't see, but I could see everything going on around me. I could feel the pain of my stomach, the intense headache. I blacked out completely after a few painful seconds.
Blaine
The nurse came in and gave Kurt the dose of new medication. I was worried about this one. They didn't know the outcome it had on him.
Just minutes after the nurse left Kurt started to have a bad reaction. He said he felt tingly and then his arm began to shake. It consumed his entire body. I freaked out; I didn't know what to do. I pushed the red button signaling an emergency, and I saw Kurt's eyes roll into the back of his head. He was shaking like he was having a seizure. The doctors tried to pull me away from him as they started putting him into restraints. They didn't know what was wrong, so they asked me.
"What happened?" one doctor asked.
"He got this new medication and immediately he started twitching in his hand. It just spread," I said, almost to the point of tears. I was trying to push past the nurses, just to get to hold his hand, but they were leading me out of the room, "Kurt!"
I just pushed out and one nurse stayed in the hall with me.
"You need to calm down before you give yourself a panic attack," she said, pushing down on my shoulders for me to sit in the chair behind me.
The tears started coming this time. I couldn't control myself. She put a hand on my back as I sat and cried. I never felt so vulnerable before. Kurt could be dying and I couldn't do anything to stop it.
"He's going to be okay, we've had this sort of this happen before," she said, rubbing my back. It calmed me down a lot actually. I stopped crying and sat back in the chair. The nurse left and came back with a little paper cup of water. I took it and she walked back into Kurt's room. I sighed and decided to call Finn.
"Hey, Finn, can I talk to Burt?" I asked when he answered.
"Uh, sure, is something wrong with Kurt?" He asked.
"Yeah, he didn't take too good to the medication. I think you guys need to come up here," I told him.
I heard shuffling, and then Burt's gruffly voice said, "Hello?"
"Hey, Burt? Kurt's body didn't register to the medication that good and he had some sort of seizure, I think he's fine now, but I haven't been in there. They won't let me," I told him.
"I had a feeling something bad was going to happen," He replied, grumbling into the phone, "We'll be there in as soon as possible."
We said goodbye and I put my phone back in my pocket.
I waited for what seemed like hours before the doctors came out of his room.
I stood up, "What was wrong with him?" I asked, anxiously.
"Well his body didn't react the right way to the medication and we sedated him to get an antidote for it. It'll be a while before he wakes up. The two medicines inside him are fighting each other off, so he might shake a little bit every now and then, but it's okay. You probably won't hear from him until late tomorrow, or early Thursday," Dr. Mason said. I looked up at him and noticed some blood on his shirt. I really, really hope it wasn't Kurt's.
The doctor opened the door and let me go inside. I was surprised. When I walked in, a couple nurses were changing Kurt. There was blood all running down the front part, and some still on his face and neck. He must've thrown up blood or something. It was really awkward sitting in there; sit him being pretty much naked. I tried not to look, but I did notice. They tied the new one in the back, and laid him back down on the bed.
When everyone left, I walked to him and held his hand. He looked much worse now, he had red marks all over his arms and a little bit on his face, and he had the nose tubes sticking from him. He looked horrible. When Kurt's parents came, I had to leave. I couldn't see Kurt like this. I sat down and almost fell asleep, but got woken up from the door opening.
"Blaine how is he?" Burt asked.
"The Doctor said they sedated him, and he'll be out for a long time, and if he shakes a little it's okay. I just can't be here right now, so I'll see you guys tomorrow," I said, walking to my book bag. I put the history book in there and took my bag and left without another word. I was shaking, I really didn't know if I could drive back to Dalton.
I took out my phone and texted Wes, 'Hey, I don't think I can drive home, can you and David come get me and drive my car home?' it took me a minutes to actually type it out and send it, but eventually I did. I was sitting in my car, so I just waited for him to text me back.
'Yeah sure, be there in 25,' he said.
I just sat there, thinking about today, thinking about Kurt, thinking about how I wanted to kill this Karofsky kid.
My door opened and I almost fell out. Wes started laughing so hard. I glared at him and got out. I went to the passenger seat without saying anything. David drove his car out of the parking garage. Wes jumped into my car and followed him.
"So how's Kurt?" he asked.
"Not good," I said.
"Oh? How so?" he replied, looking over at me.
"New medicine, had some sort of seizure because of it," I said, sadly.
"Oh god, is he alright?" Wes asked me, stopping at a red light.
"Yeah, I guess. He's sleeping and won't be awake until tomorrow," I said.
The rest of the car ride was silent.
"It's not too late to get dinner, do you want some?" David asked me, when we were walking into our dorms.
"No, I'm good. I'm just going to go to my room and try to get some sleep," I said.
"Alright, text us if you need anything," Wes called after me when I walked up the stairs. I unlocked my door and fell onto my bed. I didn't change or anything, but I fell right asleep.
