A/N: Oh my goodness as if it's been over a week since I last updated. I'm sorry my life over the last week has consisted of lots of revision followed by lots exams followed by lots more revision ready for lots more exams next week. Well that's my excuse over and done with so I'd like to thank my reviewers and all the people who added this to their alerts or favourites you guys are all beautiful people xx
Chapter 4
"Morning Kurt, sweetheart, how are you feeling today."
Kurt found this woman even more irritating than the previous nurse that had tended to him. There was something about her tone that made him feel patronised, and the smile painted on her face seemed somewhat forced.
"Fine. I just want to go home," he mumbled.
"I understand, the doctor will be along in a short while to see how you're progressing. For now I need to take your blood pressure. Just relax your arm."
As Kurt felt the familiar feeling of the strap tightening against his arm as the machine measured the pressure. He was fed up of people trying to imply they understood what he was going through, the flash backs, the pain, all of it. Trying to tell him how he should feel. It was infuriating.
"It says on here you refused to eat your breakfast this morning."
"I'm not hungry."
"You should really eat it's not good for you to-"
"-I said I'm not hungry"
"Okay well if you feel peckish later, just tell one of the nurses and we'll see if we can't rustle you something up. Right that's great," she said undoing the velcro. "Your blood pressure is just about perfect. How's the pain?"
"It's pain, how do you think it feels?"
"I can administer some more pain relief for the pain in your side if you need it." She sniffed and Kurt could tell he was grating on her nerves, not that he cared much he just wished she'd leave him alone.
She jotted something down on his chart and hurried out of the room, coming back in again carrying tablets and a glass of water.
Kurt accepted it off her, mumbling a word of "thanks."
"Okay then. Try and cough as much as you can I know it hurts but it will stop fluid building up around your lungs."
She hurried out again nearly bumping into his dad on the way out.
"Sorry," his dad muttered. "Hey buddy. How you holding up?" He smiled weakly before taking a seat next to the bed.
"Why does everyone keep asking me that I'm fine." Kurt's was clearly agitated and he regretted taking it out on his dad.
"Hey, we're just worried about you. Now I got you some magazines when you were asleep. It's lucky Carole knew the type of thing you like to read, you know I'm clueless when it comes to stuff like that."
"Thanks Dad." He smiled. He realised over the last few months he'd hardly ever had any time alone with his dad.
"The police dropped by earlier too."
"What?" Kurt's eyes widened.
"Yeah needed to take some samples, gather evidence yunno that kinda thing. They need you to give a statement."
"How many times do I have to say it? I don't want them involved. I just want to forget it," Kurt moaned, closing his eyes.
"Well it's just in case you want to change your mind. Just think about it Kurt."
"What you think I haven't thought about it? I've thought about it every minute since it happened. It's all I can think about. In fact I just want it all to s-stop." Kurt rolled over slowly so he was facing the window. He managed to hold back the tears for which he was glad. He was afraid if he started crying he'd never stop.
It was his fault. He must have done something. Something to make Blaine flip out, and turn on him like that.
He heard footsteps at the door and he sat up, grimacing as he did so.
"Good morning Kurt." Kurt was resentful of the doctor's cheerful tone.
He strode towards Kurt's bed, first picking up his chart and scanning it before hooking it back on to the end of the bed.
He addressed his dad, "Mr Hummel could I please have a word?"
"I'd rather you talked to me than about me," Kurt said sharply.
The doctor looked at Burt who nodded in agreement. It was pointless trying to argue with Kurt, in most cases it just made things worse.
"Well Kurt, you're blood pressure is fine, pretty constant in fact, so I see no reason at all why you can't go home today. I just need to see you eat something to check you can keep it down and then you should be good to go."
Kurt sighed. He felt like if he ate something he'd just throw it back up again. He didn't think his stomach was strong enough but he wanted to go home more than anything. He knew he'd feel safer there and the pain would just be a compromise for his security.
The doctor continued, "I can prescribe some strong painkillers to regulate the pain and I'd also obviously recommend plenty of rest. Just lay off the exercise for at least 4 weeks by which time your fractures will have started to heal but even then don't do anything too strenuous."
Kurt nodded, the pain in his side was becoming duller, thanks to the pain relief the nurse had given him earlier. If only there was something to take away the painful thoughts.
"Now, I should warn both of you, many victims of sexual assault such as yourself go on to develop Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Now we obviously want to prevent that as far as we can so I just need to make you aware of some of the symptoms. It's common to experience things like anxiety, sleeping problems, nightmares, flash backs all that kind of thing. Also mood swings will become more frequent leading to depression or even aggression. Now it's nothing to worry about just know if you do experience anything like this it's better to make an appointment and we'll try and help you as much as we can. I also wanted to mention counselling-"
"-I don't need it." Of course he didn't need counselling, he wasn't some mental patient. He could get through this on his own without some shrink telling him how to think and feel."
"I understand this is difficult Kurt, but it would benefit you in the long term to have an outlet for any stress you may encounter."
"I said I don't need it." Why did everyone assume they knew what was best for him?
"Okay well if you change your mind just-"
"I'm not going to change my mind so-"
"Thank you doctor," Burt interrupted, acknowledging the fact Kurt was getting a little distressed.
"Okay then. I'll come back later to discharge you."
Kurt heard the footsteps retreat from the room as he felt a reassuring hand on his shoulder. He knew it was his dad's way of showing he cared.
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Dave checked his reflection in the car mirror.
'I look awful,' he thought to himself. His eyes were bloodshot, framed with the dark circles that often appeared when he'd had little or no sleep, which lately was all the time. With the stress of everything going on at school and now there was everything with Kurt. He knew he wasn't prepared to deal with the emotional effect all this would have on Kurt, but he would try his best to support him in any way he could.
He walked up the path to the front door of Kurt's house feeling apprehensive. Although Mr Hummel had expressed his thanks to him for taking Kurt to the hospital he knew that there was still a lot of tension there. A dislike of Dave for making his son terrified to go to school, for threatening his son's life. Dave didn't mean it of course it had just slipped out, a spur of the moment thing. When he couldn't think of anything to say he had relied on intimidation but that didn't mean he would ever follow through on his threats.
He pushed the thoughts out of his mind and pressed the doorbell twice, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet.
He had woken up this morning to a text from Kurt telling him he'd been discharged. He was happy of course even though he was concerned it was too soon for Kurt to go home, but the doctors knew what they were doing so there was no need to worry.
Finns mum was the one to answer the door. She looked pale and dishevelled, a look of uneasiness on her face. She smiled slightly when he realised it was him.
"Hi Mrs Hudson."
"David, come in." She beckoned for him to enter, shutting the door behind him.
"How is he?" He said wiping his feet on the mat.
"Not great if I'm honest. I've tried talking to him, Burt's tried talking to him, Finn's tried talking to him, he just doesn't respond. He just says he doesn't want to talk about it or changes the subject."
"I'll try and talk to him."
"Kurt's like a son to me, I just don't understand it. Why anyone would do something like this. He's so... fragile." Dave put a hand on her arm trying to comfort the woman, who sniffled slightly. "I'm sorry. You came here to talk to Kurt not me."
"Don't apologise."
"Hopefully he'll open up a little to you after all you're probably the most likely person he'll listen to. You did save his life after all."
"I just did what anyone else would've done. Where's his room?"
"Upstairs, first on the right."
Dave nodded and smiled at her before climbing the stairs.
It wasn't good for Kurt to distance himself from his family or any person for that matter. If he was going to get through this, he needed support. He need someone to talk to, otherwise his emotions would become too overpowering.
He knocked on the door nervously.
"Come in."
He stepped into Kurt's room. He was lying on the bed, covers drawn up to his chin, staring up at the ceiling. When he saw Dave, he sat up slowly, gritting his teeth in discomfort as he did so.
"Hey, you okay?" He said perching on the end of Kurt's bed.
"Yeah, hurts to breathe and I'm bored out of my head but other than that I'm fine."
Dave smiled unsurely. Despite what he said, Kurt's eyes told a different story. They were red and puffy and Dave could tell he'd been crying, bruises and scratches still littering his pale face.
'What did you expect?'
Neither of them said anything for a while, neither of them knew what to say. It was Kurt who broke the silence.
"I've spoke to my dad. I'm transferring back to McKinley.
Dave didn't need Kurt to explain, he understood. He put a reassuring hand on Kurt's arm.
"I'll keep you safe," he said pulling Kurt into an awkward one armed hug.
The contact was unexpected and Kurt clutched at Dave's shirt with both hands, pulling him towards him. Dave forgot how to breathe as he felt Kurt press a soft kiss on his mouth.
Dave looked into Kurt's eyes, which were also open. There was a look of desperation and need in his eyes and Dave didn't like it one bit.
A few minutes passed and Dave wasn't sure what to do.
Kurt's tongue began to prod demandingly against his mouth and against his better judgement Dave parted his lips granting Kurt access. The kiss deepened, becoming clumsier and rougher as Kurt's tongue explored his mouth.
He couldn't deny that Kurt was driving his senses wild after all, the guy was so damn hot but Dave wouldn't allow himself to lose control.
'Kurt's vulnerable. Don't take advantage.'
Kurt's cold hands were touching the skin underneath his shirt, teasing his chest and causing Dave to shiver slightly. Kurt's hands worked their way down his torso, stopping at the waistband of his jeans. Dave grabbed Kurt's wrist to stop him going any further.
"Kurt stop, we shouldn't be doing this." He said getting off the bed as if it had just given him an electric shock. Kurt remained on his knees in the middle of the mattress, reminding Dave somewhat of a wounded animal.
"Dave..."
"I don't think you're ready for this. It's too soon."
"I just wanted you to touch me, make me forget." Tears were streaming down his face.
Dave moved to sit on the end of the bed, reaching out to touch Kurt's shoulder, he just wanted to comfort him, let him know everything was going to be okay. Kurt jumped as though he'd been burned and Dave's hand fell limply back against his side.
"I'm sorry Kurt. I just-"
"I get it. I'm disgusting? Repulsive?"
"No of course not-"
"You wanted me before, now you don't want to touch me because I'm tainted-"
"-Kurt-"
"-Just go."
"I don't"
"I said get out." Kurt turned around burying his head into the covers.
Dave didn't say anything he just walked slowly towards the door, stopping to look back at the broken boy who was now sobbing into his pillow.
Nobody ever said it was going to be easy and nobody had warned him about how confused all this would make him feel. Somehow though, he knew there was worse yet to come.
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