Time to see what happened to Kurt! I will gloss over the major medical details as I know I'll be wrong and frankly medical dialogue and the such bores me to tears. Lol Enjoy!
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Last time on "Love Me Not":
All too soon, they had Kurt signed and were waiting for Kurt to be called back. At some point, Kurt had slipped his fingers into Blaine's and rested his head on Blaine's shoulder. All that curly hair tickled at his ear and he found he liked it. Blaine sticking around for something as possibly morbid as this definitely put him in the good slash best friend category.
"Kurt Hummel?" A lady in blue scrubs called out.
Kurt and Blaine both stood. Without a word, they embraced, squeezing tight.
"I'll be here when you come back," Blaine promised in his ear.
"Thank you for everything. This officially makes you my best friend, you know," Kurt said as they pulled back.
"Good thing I already considered you mine," Blaine said with a wink.
They stood there for a moment, hands stretched between them. Finally, Kurt dropped his hand and followed the nurse. He looked back once and saw Blaine smiling softly. That smile gave him strength.
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Kurt stood in his hospital room and cringed, gazing down at himself in the hospital gown; the very thin hospital gown. He was allowed to keep his socks on which just added a hideous element to the ensemble, but the floor was so damn cold, he would just deal with the look. He spent a good few minutes making sure every centimeter of his hiney was covered up. The distraction was nice. Any second now, they would come collect him and take him to the procedure room. Procedure room, he mused. He had never had anything more severe than a stomach ache when he was a little kid and the doctors just gave him a little cup of medicine. Now he was going to have an IV and other things that were definitely not natural to the human body.
"Mr. Hummel, are you ready?" a voice asked.
"Yeah," he said weakly.
Next thing he knew, he was on a gurney, being rolled into a large, cold room with lights so bright he had to blink quickly to adjust his sight.
Things started happening quickly, including what the nurse called, "a small poke", to put in the IV and then a cold sensation ran through his arm. The doctor told him they would be sedating him because the procedure could be "uncomfortable". He almost snorted. Yeah, a tube going down his throat might be considered a little rough to go through. That and getting whatever was stuck in his throat removed. They had decided since they were there and he would be sedated, they may as well try to remove as much of whatever it was as possible.
Laying there while people were walking around him telling him things and doing things to him, he looked up at his reflection in the large light above him. He decided to write in his journal to distract himself. Even if this would never make it onto the actual pages, his journal could comfort him, even here on this metal table.
Dear Journal;
I am lying on a metal table and my ass is cold. All of this was never supposed to happen. I had gotten on the team, I should have had a simple, easy physical. Turn your head to the side and cough, you know, that sort of thing. Instead, here I am. There is some sort of funky thing going on in my throat and it is about to be shown live on high definition television. At least it's not the inside of my ass or something, for all to see.
What will I do if I have cancer? I am nineteen for crying out loud. Can this kind of cancer kill you? Will it maim me? Will I lose my voice forever? Here is the expected; WHY ME?
Cancer of the vocal cords, what kind of crap is that? If my voice changes, will it be deeper? Will I suddenly sound like James Earl Jones? That might be interesting.
Blaine sure was the best friend a guy could ask for tonight. He got up when it was late and drove me to the doctor and went through all of this with me. Holding my hand and hugging me when I needed it. He has a very comforting hug. It had felt nice to be buried in Blaine's arms. His golden eyes had been so kind, so concerned…
"Okay, Mr. Hummel, you're going to be dozing off for a few minutes and we'll see you when we're done," a deep voice said.
He felt a cold trickle through the IV and instantly grew tired. The last thing he thought of before he drifted off was the sweet affection that had seemed to roll off of Blaine when their bodies had been pressed together.
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A flash of light. Voices talking on all sides. Pain, lots of pain. The squeeze and release of a blood pressure cuff. Jostling as he is moved from one bed to another. Whispering of words he would rather not understand. Darkness again.
"Kurt? Hey buddy, open those peepers for me, would you? It's Dad and Carole here to see you. You just have to open your eyes," a warm voice said.
Kurt struggled against the darkness that wanted to keep him under and opened his eyes to see his dad's concerned face looking at him.
"There you are," he smiled. "Now you can't talk, okay? You are on a forty eight hour, no talking ban. Did you understand that, buddy?"
Kurt nodded his head and then grabbed at his throat. The pain was sharp and aching all at the same time.
"You in pain?" his dad asked.
Kurt nodded, just slower. His dad put up his hand. "Here I got you this little white board for you to write on. They said that nodding and shaking your head would be painful for a while. Just use this until you are feeling a bit better," his dad said.
Kurt took the little board and pen, feeling shaky and off balance.
Do I have cancer? He wrote, his stomach in knots.
Burt's eyes were filled with worried. "We don't know yet. It will be a few more hours before they have the results."
Did they remove whatever was in there?
Burt nodded. "Yeah, it was this odd shaped tumor of sorts that was kind of twisted around your vocal cords."
Kurt screwed up his face knowing there had been something creepy in his throat.
Gross!
"I would imagine so," Burt said with a grin.
Am I going to sound different?
"It is pretty much guaranteed that you will sound different, buddy. As tightly as that thing was wound around your vocal cords, the doc said it was a miracle you were talking at all. It is like it was pinching off the cord, but somehow you still got a voice out of it," Burt said.
Kurt felt a hand on his leg and looked over to see Carole's loving and worried face. He smiled at her.
May I have some water?
"You should be able to. It is going to hurt like holy hell, but you should be able to. I will have to go get a nurse to make sure. I will be right back," Burt said and squeezed his leg as he got up.
After his dad left, Kurt greeted Carole then wiped off his white board.
Is Blaine still here?
Part of Kurt, in the blurriness of his mind, hoped Blaine would come in and hold his hand.
Carole smiled and nodded. "He is. Would you like to see him?"
Kurt nodded back with a grin before he grimaced from the pain.
"No nodding, no talking, sweetie, you've got to try and remember that," Carole chastised lightly.
I have a feeling I will catch on quick. It is like my very own aversion therapy. Kurt smiled. I would like to see Blaine if someone could get him.
"I will go get him. I made him eat and take a nap. That boy has been waiting anxiously this whole time. Are you sure there isn't something more there than friendship?" Carole teased.
Kurt blushed.
Carole! No! He is a sweet friend.
"Uh huh. Well, I'll go get your sweet friend and you two can chat as much as you're able to," Carole said with a smile and left the room.
Blaine walked in moments later with a tired smile on his face.
Kurt grinned at him.
Hi Blaine!
"Hey Kurt! It's good to see you awake. How are you feeling?" Blaine said, coming over to sit next to the bed.
As long as I don't move around too much, it's just REALLY painful.
Blaine's brows furrowed. "I'm so sorry it hurts. But you look like you're doing okay," he said, scooting closer.
Happy to see you. Makes me smile. Still nervous over results.
"I'm happy to see you, too," Blaine said with a pleased grin. "Still more waiting, huh? How can we pass the time?
Kurt thought for a moment.
Sing to me?
"Sing, huh? Since you're the one in the hospital bed, I can do that. Any requests?" Blaine smiled.
Kurt scooted over in the bed and patted the empty space.
Sit with me. Sing anything.
"Anything huh? And you can't sing with me, so that's out," Blaine winked. "Let's see…," he thought and then he began to sing. The sound of his voice was so soothing. Then Kurt listened to the lyrics.
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
Kurt wrote furiously on his white board and showed it to Blaine with a raised eyebrow.
'The Sound of Silence'? Really? Leave that to Simon and Garfunkel. Yuck.
Blaine laughed. "Ah, come on, it was just a little 'non-talking' humor."
Try again, Anderson.
"Okay. Let me think," Blaine said. Then he started to sing again.
There's nothing to do here
All just lie and complain
In bed at the hospital
Coming and going
Asleep and awake
In bed at the hospital
I've got one friend
Laying across from me
I did not choose him
He did not choose me
We have no chance
Of recovering
Laying in hospitals
Kurt was slapping at Blaine's leg, holding his sign.
Stop! It hurts when I laugh!
Blaine smiled as Kurt was trying not to laugh. "Ah, I'm sorry, Kurt."
I like it, though. You're funny.
"That's all I am trying for," Blaine said, winking.
I've been alone
Surrounded by darkness
I've seen how heartless
The world can be
I've seen you crying
You felt like it's hopeless
I'll always do my best
To make you see
Baby, you're not alone
'Cause you're here with me
And nothing's ever gonna bring us down
'Cause nothing can keep me from lovin' you
And you know it's true
It don't matter what'll come to be
Our love is all we need to make it through...
Now I know it ain't easy
But it ain't hard trying
Every time I see you smiling
And I feel you so close to me...
And you tell me:
Baby, you're not alone
'Cause you're here with me
And nothing's ever gonna bring us down
'Cause nothing can keep me from lovin' you
And you know it's true
It don't matter what'll come to be
Our love is all we need to make it through...
I still have trouble
I trip and stumble
Trying to make sense of things sometimes...
I look for reasons
But I don't need 'em
All I need is to look in your eyes
And I realize...
Baby, I'm not alone
'Cause you're here with me
And nothing's ever gonna take us down
'Cause nothing can keep me from lovin' you
And you know it's true
It don't matter what'll come to be
Our love is all we need to make it through...
Oh, 'cause you're here with me
And nothing's ever gonna bring us down
Cause nothing, nothing, nothing
Can keep me from lovin' you
And you know it's true
It don't matter what'll come to be
You know our love is all we need
Our love is all we need
To make it through...
Kurt was staring at Blaine. His voice was so pure and beautiful. And the lyrics. Did it mean something? Did it not?
Suddenly his dad, Carole, and the doctor walked in the room. By the rocks in his stomach, he knew it was time for results. He grabbed onto Blaine's hand and held it for dear life.
Baby, I'm not alone
'Cause you're here with me
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Isn't Blaine just the cutest thing ever? *sigh* I want one for my very own.
