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Blaine caught him on the way down, wincing when the dead weight hit his arms. "Kurt!" There was no response as he gently eased him to the floor. "My god, he's ice cold!"
Finn stood, staring, shocked by what was happening. It was all going too fast. He felt panic replacing his anger. There would be time for that later. For now the image of his brother bloody and unconscious in Blaine's arms was something he couldn't process. "What do we do?"
Blaine glanced over at the jock. Finn looked so lost. And Kurt was cooling faster in his arms, the cold rain outside and blood loss doing vicious things to the small body cradled against him. Not the way he had planned to spend his evening. "Get me a blanket to warm him up. And call 911."
Finn frowned. "He said no hospitals."
"He also said he was fine. Note: So not!" Blaine growled, trying to reign in his frustration, even as he turned his attention back to the younger man. He hated to know that one of the big reasons for Kurt's no hospital policy had to do with money. The other being terrified of the stress on his father. Blaine knew how the younger boy lived for the man. Going against his wishes would probably end their fledgling friendship. But Kurt hadn't moved, his breathing getting more shallow and challenged with every breath. "Help me get him to the couch."
With an immediate action to take, Finn didn't hesitate in squatting down, placing one arm under Kurt's thin neck, the other under his knees. He lifted the small boy easily. He flinched when he felt ribs shift. The blood from Kurt's side was still growing, soaking through to Finn's shirt. "Uh- he's hurt pretty bad." Blood dripped from the corner of the slightly blue lips.
Blaine took a deep breath, realizing the decisions would be up to him. In his heart, he mourned the consequences for the action he was about to take, but he didn't have a choice. Not one he could live with, anyway. "Put him in my car. We'll drive him to the hospital." A compromise for Kurt's sake.
Holding the fragile boy in his arms, Finn felt sure it was going to be the longest drive he'd ever taken.
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Kurt felt himself drifting toward the surface. It took about five seconds to realize that wasn't where he wanted to be. Pain washed in from every source. He wanted to run from it, but then felt someone take his hand. He was surprised to discover there was at least one part of his body that wasn't screaming at him.
"Kurt? Come on. Open those beautiful eyes for me."
Ah, Blaine. No one else could know flattery would get him everywhere. He twitched his fingers, hoping it would be enough. Obviously not because he felt Blaine stand, even while never letting go of his hand.
"Nurse! Get the doctor! He's waking up," Blaine called out loudly, making Kurt wince as it sent waves of pain pounding through his head. He moaned, wishing he could fall back into the bliss of darkness.
Blaine looked back down at the sound, feeling bad for his loudness. "Sorry," he whispered. He'd felt his heart jump into his throat when he first felt his friend begin to move. He moved immediately to shut off the light over the hospital bed. Kurt's barely opened eyes had slammed shut again.
He saw Kurt lick his lips, and reached for the glass of water that had been placed on the bedside table, forever hopeful for it's need.
After taking a sip and allowing his eyes to adjust to the lower light, Kurt offered a weak smile. "Thank you." He looked over the other boy, sensing his raw nerves. "You look exhausted."
Blaine grinned, trying not to wince at the hoarseness of the younger boy's voice. "And yet, amazingly, still on top of the charts in comparison."
Kurt huffed indignantly, coughing lightly, flinching when it pulled at his chest. "Five minutes ago I had beautiful eyes."
"Five minutes ago you were still unconscious. It worked."
"Always does," Kurt confirmed. He was tired, but even he could sense that Blaine needed this banter to lighten whatever had been weighing him down. He closed his eyes, only meaning to rest quietly.
"Kurt!"
His eyes flew open at the panic in Blaine's voice. He frowned, finding absolute terror on the other teen's face. He was definitely missing something. He knew where he was, and why he was here. That wound was perhaps the deepest of them all. Finn had been right, and he'd been an idiot to ignore it. It wasn't the first time his pride had gotten him into trouble. "What?"
"You have to stay awake until the doctor gets here."
Kurt waved him off, surprised at how weak his muscles were. "Bumps and bruises, that's all. You and Finn totally over reacted." He didn't want his new friend to worry about him. He was used to handling things on his own and it irritated him that this situation had gotten so far out of his control.
Blaine looked down at his feet, but once again took Kurt's hand, patting it. Frowning, Kurt tried to push himself into more of a sitting position, but was interrupted by Finn bursting in the door.
"You're awake!" He looked extremely happy over the prospect. Come to think of it, Kurt didn't actually remember the trip to the hospital. He must have passed out. At least now he knew what the fuss was about. He must have scared them.
"So it would appear."
Finn frowned for a moment, getting that confused look on his face for a moment, before shrugging and breaking into another smile. "And no brain damage." Finn dropped his dopey grin. "Unless- do you know who I am?"
"Hmm, let me think. Would you happen to be the person who totally disregarded my request to not visit this house of horrors?" Kurt asked sweetly, smiling when Finn looked even more concerned.
It was Blaine who finally had pity on him. "No brain damage, Finn. Are Burt and Carole coming?"
Finn nodded. "I called them as soon as the nurse told me."
Kurt groaned. "Tell me you didn't call them out of work for such a silly thing?" Burt didn't need this! A part of him was furious at the two boys standing in his room, but the bigger part of him appreciated that he had scared them, that they had been concerned. It was hard to stay mad at them.
Finn frowned, and exchanged a glance with Blaine, who shook his head. Kurt watched the exchange, wondering when the hell the two boys had had time to get close enough to speak without words. "Obviously someone is not telling me something. Spill."
"I think, maybe, it might be a good idea if you talk to the doctor, first," Finn hedged.
Kurt chuckled, wincing when it pulled on still tender ribs. They, his left side, and his shoulder, seemed to be the main focal points of most of his pain. "Oh relax, would you. It was just a little game of beat up the homo. It's not like I died or anything," Kurt snorted. Which he immediately regretted when it sent more pressure into his pounding head. As much as he knew the two boy deserved some reassurance, he just wanted to go home and crash for a while.
For the first time in his life, he wished he wasn't so smart when he noticed two sets of eyes immediately drop to the floor. The tense postures of two boys who couldn't be more opposite became absolutely identical. "Oh."
"Kurt-"
"How long have I been here?"
"You've been in a deep coma for two weeks," a hard voice answered from the door. The man moved closer, and Kurt couldn't help but notice the way he desperately needed some moisturizer. Those latex gloves didn't do anyone's hands any favors. "Mr. Hummel, it's nice to finally meet you."