Kurt's breathing continued to wheeze as he sobbed and screamed in his sleep. Mike was on the phone with the emergency line, calling for an ambulance. Meanwhile, Finn was on his phone, trying to get ahold of Burt.

"Pick up the phone, Burt!" he muttered as he passed back and forth anxiously. "Come on Burt pick up the phone! Pick up the phone!" It went to an automatic voicemail. "Burt, it's Finn. Kurt's having breathing problems, his pulse is through the roof. Mike's calling an ambulance we're taking him to the hospital!" He then tried to get ahold of his mother's phone. "Come on Mom! Please! Please answer!"

Mike got off the phone with the hotline and went over to Kurt, who was shaking violently and screaming in his sleep from nightmares. He pinched Kurt's wrist gently. "His pulse is still going crazy." He shook his head as he paced. Kurt let a scream escape his lips.

"SOMEBODY H-H-HELP M-M-ME!" Kurt screamed out, sweat soaking his skin. Blaine was holding a moist towel to his forehead. A sob shook his entire frame violently.

"He's not relaxing is he?" Artie cried out.

"You think?" Tina demanded behind a clenched jaw.

Kurt continued to choke and cry out. He twisted around violently. Mike pressed a hand to his chest.

"Oh God his heart is beating so hard. I can feel it. It's a case of PTSD," Mike whispered.

Kurt screamed again, continuing to struggle badly. He was probably imagining being held down by something. No. Someone.

"Do you think he can hear us?" Tina asked.

"I don't know. His thoughts are probably so loud right now he probably cannot hear anything else," Blaine whispered, shaking his head.

Kurt continued to let screams and yells escape his swollen lips. His entire body jerked around violently, as if he were having some type of seizure. His entire body jerked so hard he nearly fell off of the sofa, but Blaine and Tina caught him before he fell to the floor. They could hear the sirens outside. Medics burst in, noticed how badly Kurt was injured and how traumatized he was. They immediately strapped him down on the stretcher so he could be held still, but he was still struggling hard and screaming for an escape. They couldn't help but watch with tears in their eyes as an oxygen mask was placed over Kurt's mouth and nose to help him breathe and relax a little. They stood on the porch watching as Kurt was loaded into the ambulance and rushed to the hospital.

Finn had his head in his hands. His stepfather just texted him and told he'd be there extremely soon, that he and Carol were leaving the movie theater right that instant. Tina and Blaine were silent, while Artie just looked crestfallen. Kurt had been taken into the ICU at least ten minutes ago. He looked over at Mike, who was pacing back and forth looking ill. Mike ran his hands through his hair. They continued to rotate between sitting, pacing and saying very little. Suddenly, Finn saw Burt and his mother coming forward.

"Finn?" Carol whispered. "Is he alright?"

"No I don't know yet, it's been ten minutes they won't tell me," Finn whispered.

Burt just sat down in the chair next to Artie, feeling completely angered, frustrated and hurt. The fact that his son, his baby boy, was taken like that, and noting was done about it, it hurt him, because all he ever wanted was to make things okay for his kid. They all just sat there, waiting to hear about Kurt, just waiting and praying. After at least an hour, Burt fell asleep in the chair, his head resting on his chest. Carol got up to go and get coffee, and Finn followed her, needing to get out of the hospital. They went to the cafeteria and just began to drink the cheep stuff there. It was disgusting, but it was ten times better than nothing at all.

"Finn, sweetie, thank you so much for telling us what happened at the house," Carol whispered, feeling complete pride in her son.

Finn nodded silently. "I know, but in a way I cannot help but feel as though I had failed Kurt and Burt. I promised I'd protect him and I didn't."

"I know, but you guys did the right thing. You should be very proud. You saved his life, Finn," Carol insisted.

Finn nodded silently again, feeling his eyes heat up with tears. "I know. But I do not know how he's doing. I mean-I-"

Carol nodded gently.

About two hours later, a doctor came up to the group, who all had their heads down to the ground. Burt instantly shot out of his chair.

"Is he okay?" he demanded.

The doctor looked a little bit reluctant to tell them, but he did. "He's got four broken ribs, cuts, bruising, he's extremely malnourished and dehydrated, which concludes that they gave him very little to eat and drink. There are also signs that he has been given ketamine so he was drugged. He's alive, and he will physically be okay. He's asleep right now from the morphine, but you can see him."

"Thank you, doc," Burt whispered. He gestured for his wife and stepson to follow him to Kurt's room. When they walked in, they saw what Finn was praying that whole time not to see.

Kurt was lying in the hospital bed, an oxygen mask over his face and helping him breathe. He had a needle in the back of his hand, giving him fluids and nutrition that he needed, as well as pain medicine. His arms were bandaged and above the sheets. His eyes were shut, the black eye standing out starkly on his pale skin. Finn sat down in the chair right next to Kurt's bed, letting a sigh escape his chest. He could not believe this. Everything that could have gone wrong, did go wrong. He knew Kurt would never forgive him for doing this, but he knew Kurt needed the hospital more than anything in this moment.