Back with the newest installment. Thanks to my roommate, Kristen, for encouraging me to continue on with this. Enjoy!


"Okay, just sit down and we'll get everything sorted out."

Mike pushed Blaine towards a row of chairs, gestured for Kurt to sit down beside Blaine, and walked hurriedly to the front desk. Blaine groaned and tried to put his head in his hands but stopped when it proved to be too painful. The back of his head was throbbing from where it had smacked against the pavement of the sidewalk and whenever he moved his left arm, pain shot up through his elbow.

"On a scale from one to ten, how much pain are you in?" asked Kurt. "With one being no pain at all and ten being crying from so much pain?"

Blaine hesitated for a few seconds, trying to wrap his head around the question. His head hurt too much for him to think clearly.

"Um, eight?" he replied, furrowing his brow.

"What hurts?" Kurt asked.

"Everything," Blaine said in a melodramatic voice. Kurt rolled his eyes.

"I'm being serious," he said with a small chuckle. "But seriously, how do you manage to get run over by a bike on your first day on campus? That takes talent."

"I'm full of talent," Blaine said, the side of his mouth quirking slightly. The two boys laughed for a few seconds before Blaine cringed in pain. Laughing hurt his head.

"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" Kurt's eyes widened and he instinctively brought up an arm to steady Blaine.

"Yeah," said Blaine. "I'll be fine once I see a doctor."

"Well, luckily there are doctors walking all around the place. We are in a hospital, after all," Kurt said cheerily. Blaine laughed again until the pain grew to be too much.

"Okay, laughing is not the best thing right now," he muttered under his breath.

"Just lean back and close your eyes then," Kurt replied. "I'm sure Mike will be back any minute with the paperwork."

True to his word, Mike was back within minutes with a clipboard and a pen. The dancer flipped through the sheets of paper attached to the clipboard, frowning slightly.

"Why do they need so much information?" he asked himself before turning to Blaine. "Do you think you can fill this out yourself or do you want me or Kurt to do it for you?"

Blaine was ready to reply that Mike or Kurt should probably do it but then he remembered that he would most likely have to put his address down. It would look odd if he told them an Ohio address when he had previously stated he was from Chicago.

Blaine opened his brown eyes.

"I'll do it," he said firmly and reached out to take the clipboard from Mike with his left hand. Pain shot up through his arm and Blaine pulled his arm back. He reached out again, this time with his right arm. Thankfully he was right-handed so he wouldn't have trouble writing. That was the only good thing about this entire situation.

Besides getting to spend time with Kurt, his mind supplied. With every passing moment, Blaine's crush on Kurt was growing.

That wasn't good. Kurt already had a boyfriend. They were probably perfect for each other, too.

As Blaine filled out the paperwork, he tried to ignore his thoughts about Kurt. He also tried to ignore Kurt and Mike talking quietly beside him. Filling out this paperwork was requiring all his concentration. He didn't remember a time when it had ever hurt this much to think.

Eventually Blaine completed the paperwork and insisted it on handing it in himself. He may have been in pain but he could still walk. Besides, he didn't want to risk either Kurt or Mike glancing at it and noticing the Ohio address. Why did they even put that sort of thing on the front page anyway? Why couldn't it have been on the back page?

After the paperwork was handed in to the woman sitting behind the front desk, Blaine settled back down to wait. And wait. And wait.

"Does it normally take this long?" Mike groaned after thirty minutes. Kurt flipped through his magazine.

"Don't ask me," he replied. "This is the first time I've been in the hospital here."

"Isn't this an emergency room?" Blaine mumbled, trying to fight away the fog in his hand. "Where people come when they need help right away? Wouldn't the treatment be faster?"

"You would think so," Kurt replied as he continued to flip through his magazine. "But I think that only applies when they bring you in via ambulance."

"I knew we should have allowed that biker to call nine-one-one," Mike muttered. "Why did you stop him, Kurt?"

"Because the biker wasn't hurt, Blaine was conscious, and my car was closer," Kurt replied, shutting the magazine. His phone let out a shrill ring and Kurt yanked it out of his pocket. He scowled at the screen before hitting a button, putting the phone up to his ear, and standing up. He walked away a few paces before beginning to talk.

"Hey, Sebastian," Kurt murmured. Blaine and Mike could still hear him clearly. There was a pause.

"I'm at the hospital," Kurt said. His eyes widened as he realized how that must have sounded. "Wait, I mean that I'm at the hospital but I'm not actually injured. I just drove one of my friends and his roommate here because his roommate got run over by a bike and looks pretty bad."

Another pause.

"Yes, I'm serious," Kurt said. "He actually got run over by a bike."

Blaine flushed. Yeah, that would be a great story to tell his parents if they ever found out about this little incident. Cooper would never let him live it down.

"I don't know how long it will take, Sebastian. The hospital's pretty busy."

Blaine and Mike looked around. There was only one other couple in the waiting room.

"No, I won't abandon Mike and his roommate at the E.R. They'll need a ride home and I won't force them to take the bus." Kurt shuddered ever so slightly at the thought. "I'll talk to you later."

Kurt snapped the phone shut without a further word and returned to his seat. Mike leaned around Blaine to give Kurt a look.

"So, not interested in seeing Sebastian?" he asked. Kurt glared at him.

"If you really must know," he said flipping open another magazine, "Sebastian wants to go out tonight to Godfrey's and I just want to stay in. It's been a long day."

"It's only two o'clock," Mike pointed out. Kurt shrugged.

"So?" he replied. Mike rolled his eyes.

"Whatever," he muttered.

"Blaine Anderson?"

Blaine, Kurt, and Mike looked up. A nurse was standing on the other side of the room, looking around. Blaine got to his feet and swayed slightly, feeling dizzy. Kurt automatically stood up to steady Blaine.

"Do you want me to go with you?" he asked. Blaine shook his head once the dizziness had passed.

"I'll be fine," he insisted and walked toward the nurse.

"Are you Blaine?" she asked. Blaine nodded and the nurse smiled as she brought him into an examination room.

"I'm Donna Gray and I'll be the nurse seeing you today. What seems to be bothering you?"

Blaine flushed.

"I sort of got ran over by a bike," he mumbled. "I hit my head on the pavement and my left arm hurts whenever I move it." The nurse nodded.

"How is your head now?" she asked. "Are you dizzy? Have you been seeing double?"

"I'm slightly dizzy and my head feels really foggy," Blaine said. "It's hard to focus and I have a slight headache."

The nurse nodded again.

"We'll run a couple more tests," she informed him, "but I think you might have a slight concussion. Do you remember everything that happened before and after the accident?"

Blaine nodded his head and winced when it intensified his headache. Nurse Gray continued.

"Now about your arm? Where exactly does it hurt?"

"Everywhere but the pain seems to be centered around the elbow. It hurts the most whenever I bend or extend it. When the bike knocked me over, it hit the pavement pretty hard."

"Did you hear a crack or feel something when it hit the pavement?"

Blaine shook his head and winced again. Nurse Gray took note of the reaction.

"Okay, let's try something new. Whenever I ask a question, just answer yes or no. Don't nod or shake your head," she ordered.

"Okay," Blaine agreed.

"So what I think we're going to do is do a couple more tests to determine if you have a concussion and then take you back to the x-ray room and take a look at your elbow."

"Okay," Blaine agreed.

Within thirty minutes, Blaine came out with some not-so-happy results. He definitely had a mild concussion and the x-rays revealed that he had fractured his elbow so his left arm was in a temporary cast and sling. As he walked back into the waiting room, two pairs of eyes widened as they spotted Blaine.

"So, what's the verdict?" Mike asked. Blaine grimaced.

"Concussion and fractured elbow," he said. Both Kurt and Mike winced. "I have to come back next week to take another look at my elbow. The nurse says I need to rest until the symptoms of my concussion subside."

"Let's get back to campus, then," Kurt said. "I'm sure that everyone here just wants to relax for the rest of the day. After all, classes are starting soon and it's already been a stressful day."

"Good idea," Mike agreed. "Let's get back."


Sneak Peek (to take place much later on in the story):

"What don't you understand? I love you!"


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