Dude. I need to stop writing xD I'm going ooberly fast. Oh well. I'm sick at home. There's nothing better to do anyway. So here you go.
BLAINE
I stormed out of the room. I didn't know where I was going, or what I was doing. I don't have any idea what is going on with me but something isn't right. I feel like I can barely control any of my actions. I just want to go to sleep. Maybe when I wake up tomorrow all this confusion swirling around in my head will go away. I stumbled into a hotel and checked myself in. When I finally got to the hotel room I crashed onto the bed. I lay there for a while, unable to go to sleep. There were voices swirling around in my head. They were telling me to do stuff I didn't want to do. I just need sleep! I told myself. I opened up the bag I had thrown together before I left. I found 2 bottles of night time cold medicine. This will make me fall asleep. I took them all. I crashed on the bed. Everything around me started spinning, then I saw her. My mother. She sat beside me and put my head into her lap. She patted my head and told me that everything was going to be just fine. That's the last thing I remember.
KURT
WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING JUT LAYING HERE? THERE'S OBVIOUSLY SOMETHING SERIOUSLY WRONG WITH BLAINE. I jumped out of bed and ran to the computer. I typed the credit card information in as quickly as possible and checked the records. He checked into the Holiday Inn in room 204 down the road. I drove down there as quickly as possible. I quickly ran to find room 204. When I finally did, (THANK GOD) the door was open slightly. I ran into the room and found Him there across the bed passed out. There were two bottles of pills beside him. Oh fuck. Two empty bottles of pills. I quickly grabbed him up and took him to the hospital.
BLAINE
My memory drifted in and out of consciousness. I remember being wheeled into the emergency room. I remember Kurt standing beside me with tears streaming down his face. I wanted to tell him it was okay, I wanted to say that my mother was there. I wanted to tell him to stop crying because I was here, but I couldn't. Before I realized, the doctors were shoving a tube down my throat to pump my stomach. I overheard one of the doctors saying, "Why would he want to kill himself? He's got a beautiful boyfriend, a beautiful life." Kill myself? I wasn't trying to kill myself! I just needed to go to sleep! The voices! They were... I drifted out of consciousness again.
I woke up in a hospital bed. Kurt was asleep in the chair beside me. I didn't want to wake him, so I just lay there and stared at him. He was so beautiful. Then I remembered everything that happened. I had a sense of sanity now. I was desperate for answers. Maybe I'm mental. That sometimes happens to people. Finally Kurt woke up. "Blaine!" he choked out and jumped to me. "It's okay baby it's all gonna be okay I promise." I needed to say something. I didn't know if I could though. I was so weak. "I love you." I whispered. I was so tired and weak. "I love you too baby, are you okay? Do you need something to drink?" "I want to know what's wrong with me. Am.. am I crazy?" I asked him. He looked at me. "I don't know." He answered honestly. "But no matter what is wrong, I am here. I am always here, no matter what. I'm sorry I snapped on you. I didn't realize there was something really wrong with you." He was crying. "Shh, it's okay." I said. I had regained most of my strength back. The doctor walked in. "Hello, Mr. Anderson. How are you feeling?" "Better." I said. "Mr. Hummel, can you please excuse us?" And Kurt got up and walked out. "Now, can you please try your best to tell me everything that has been going on?" He asked. So I took in a breath and started explaining. I told him all about my mother dying, the depression, the meds, everything being okay, then the voices, then the black outs, the times when I would go out and not even remember where I went, the days that I just literally couldn't remember anything. When I finally finished he looked at me and said, "I know exactly what's wrong with you." I looked at him for a moment. "Am I crazy?" I asked. He laughed a bit. "No, Blaine, You are not crazy. You see, for most people, anti-depressants work perfectly. However, 1% of people cannot take them. Nobody is quite sure why. But that 1% of people, it makes them show symptoms of bi-polarness and multi-personalities. That's why you blacked out so much. When you were "Donna" You couldn't remember much. And when you did have memory, you felt like you couldn't control anything coming out of your mouth." I nodded in agreement. "Most doctors aren't familiar with this, because it is extremely rare. Only 1% of people in the world are affected by it. When the patients start showing the signs, the doctors think they need more medication, therefore they up the dosage. Luckily, this was not your case, and we caught the condition before it spiraled out of control. We're taking you off the medication and within a few days you should be back to your normal self again. If you start feeling depression again, I want you to come and see me. There are some medications that will help fix the problem. However, you might be able to get along just fine." He gave me a smile and left. A wave of relief washed over me. I'm not crazy! I saw the doctor and Kurt outside talking. He must be filling him in on everything. I closed my eyes and slowly drifted into Dreamland, for the first time in a while. It was me and Kurt at our wedding.
THHEEE EEENNDD!
Woo! Well, you're probably wondering where the hell I got this idea. Well, this happened to my mother. She is one of the very few people in the world who cannot take anti-depressants. She started going crazy, telling people she was Darla. She would go out for hours at a time and not remember where she went. And one night when it was storming real bad (She's terrified of them) she took literally every pill in the house trying to fall asleep so she didn't have to be awake during the storm. She told me that when she was lying there, Jesus came to her and told her everything was going to be alright. I was only about 6 but I still remember walking in and finding my mother passed out under the computer table (How she got there? NO IDEA.) The image still haunts me sometimes, because I was so afraid. Anyway, I'm finished running my mouth now(: PLEEASSSEE REEVIIIEWW((: kthanksbyye!
