Hallo meine liebes! :)
This is part 9, and I think my favorite chapter I have written thus far.
School returns Monday, (fuck,) so the time in between my posts will increase a bit.
Expect part 10 before Saturday.
Following this post, I'm posting my rough draft for this chapter.
I have had some requests to explain how I write what I write, so I thought that posting my rough draft would be a good idea :)
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OH- And shout out to RozarieCriss if you made it here :) I just saw your review on chapter 1 a few minutes ago, and I totally know the feels hon, so I figured I would greet you with a shout out for when you finally reached this chapter! :)
Hope you feel better dear, hope you enjoyed the fic so far!
~Illshowmyselfout
Blaine followed the tired, brown haired man to a small conference room past the ER. The door was ajar and inside 6 worn, leather chairs sat around a strawberry brown, wooden table that looked brand new.
The room was small and felt dirty, but it was visibly spotless. Blaine wondered how many other worried family members of hospital occupants had sat exactly where he was sitting in the past hour alone, and suddenly he cared much less about Kurt's diagnosis than he did about actually seeing Kurt.
The man's monotone voice pulled Blaine back.
"… a lot of blood, 12% total volume, in fact, we call it a class l hemorrhage. Mostly symptoms are non- present at anything less than 15%, but Mr. Hummel was fully aware during the loss, and this resulted in a rather traumatic and frightening evening for him, that, along with his rapid development of hypotension due as well to the blood loss, threw him into a state of shock, that's most likely why he passed out on the drive over. He also inhaled a lot of blood, his throat was suctioned but his lungs and breath rate need to be monitored for consistent breath patterns. Our oral surgeon sedated and repaired his stitches on the left side, so when I take you to him, chances are he won't be conscious. His doctors want to monitor him for the night, so a nurse should be with you two shortly to move him to an overnight room."
Blaine wondered mildly if the man had taken a single breath throughout that entire speech, but as it progressed, Blaine became increasingly more concerned with Kurt's condition. He felt guilty. How could he have taken a phone call in the waiting room? Who does that? He should have been just as worried as everyone else in that tiny little lobby, not eating Sun Chips and calling the office.
The first hour after the dramatic drive had been absolutely terrifying and nerve racking, but after Blaine's nurse had assured him that Kurt would be fine, he had let himself calm down to a level that, looking back on it now, seemed uncaring of him. He didn't know how bad Kurt's situation was, if he did, no way would he have taken a call, no way would he have felt as nonchalant as he did while he waited.
A better fiancé would have known his condition, a better fiancé would have beat down the damn doors to find out.
Blaine pushed the negative thoughts as deep down as possible, but they nagged in his ear as he tried to think of something to say to the tired guy.
"So, he's sleeping then?" Blaine inquired, settling on the first question that popped into his head.
"Last I checked," the man replied.
"He's not in pain or anything? He wasn't in pain?"
"No, sir; he's sleeping soundly, just as he was when our oral surgeon treated him earlier."
"O…kay, can I stay with him tonight?"
"Family only, but your nurse from earlier this evening informs me that you 'might as well be', so yes."
Blaine smiled, thinking back to the nurse's calm and collected kindness earlier.
"Do you have any other questions, sir?" The man inquired, monotone as ever.
"Last one, he can leave tomorrow, right?" Blaine said hurriedly, thinking back to the others in the lobby, hoping he wasn't keeping them from getting their loved ones' information.
"Yes, sir, that's what it says on his chart. Things, of course, may change as the night progresses, but he is currently in good, stable condition- he should be just fine." The man paused, waiting for another question, before he continued; "Mr. Hummel's doctor for this evening is Dr. Simmons, she will check on him later on, after Kurt gets resituated. He is being kept for observation, so you can expect at least 4 nurses checking in as the night plays out. His nurse while he waits down here for a room is Daryl. After he is moved, which will be to room 45D on level 4, his overnight nurse will be June. I'll take you to him now, as soon as his room is ready, like I said earlier, a nurse will be in to transport him to his overnight."
The man rose mechanically, clearly still bored and overall uninterested. Blaine followed him out to the door and down a hall to a door labeled 'TRAMA LEVEL 1 CARE, BAY 1'.
Do you see how fucking serious this is? And you took a fucking CALL in the lobby? What type of fiancé are you?
Blaine swallowed and tried to ignore the negative thoughts again as he followed closely behind the man, passing spacious rooms that look similar to the curtained off areas in the general ER, but with bigger beds, actual sheets on said beds, and walls instead of curtains. Additionally, there were many machines in each room. Blaine worried about how many Kurt would be hooked up to when he finally got to see him, and he couldn't keep the picture of his small and perfect fiancé being bombarded with loud beeping machines out of his head.
Is this trauma bay fucking endless? Where the hell is he?
Being alone with his thoughts really wasn't the best for him right now, he needed to see Kurt before his head exploded with all the possibilities of the horrible conditions he might find his fiancé in.
Finally, they reached the room. The man gestured at the door and Blaine nodded at him politely before slowly stepping in the dimmed room and shutting the door, doing his best to minimize the amount of trauma bay sound polluting Kurt's sleep.
Blaine went right to his side and took his hand, blinking back tears; he looked so small and pale in such a big bed. He was mostly covered by blankets but his arms were so pale… his left arm had a butterfly IV taped in the crook of his elbow, it led to an IV bag of blood hanging next to the bed. The top of his hand had one too, it lead to a saline drip attached next to the blood. His lips were a shade of deep red against his pale skin from the blood. He wasn't wearing the bloody tank top he had been earlier; it had been replaced with a gown.
His room smelled like cleaners and rust but, like the conference room, was spotless and uncomfortably white.
Blaine draped his jacket on the edge of the bed and pulled a chair from the corner of the room right next to Kurt's bed. He took his hand again and leaned forward,
"I'm here, Kurt, don't worry. I'm right here, I love you very much. I couldn't hold your hand when you went to sleep, but I will hold your hand when you wake up." Blaine kissed his hand and his cheek and leaned back again, setting his gaze on Kurt's sleeping face.
Blaine began singing almost subconsciously as he gently stroked Kurt's knuckles. It was soft and somewhat under his breath, but it was still audible.
"I walked across an empty land;
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand.
I felt the earth beneath my feet.
Sat by the river and it made me complete.
"Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on.
So, tell me when you're gonna let me in,
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin.
"I came across a fallen tree,
I felt the branches up and looking at me.
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?
"Oh, simple things, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So, tell me when you gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
"So if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything.
So why don´t we go, somewhere only we know; somewhere only we know
"Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on.
So, tell me when you gonna let me in,
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin.
"So if you have a minute why don´t up we go?
Talk about it somewhere only we know.
This could be the end of everything,
So why don´t up we go?
So why don´t up we go?
"This could be the end of everything,
So why don't up we go?
"Somewhere only we know.
Somewhere only we know.
Somewhere only we know…"
his voice trailed off as he watched Kurt begin to stir.
Blaine spoke softly, "Kurt, baby? Hey, I'm right here." He squeezed his hand lightly.
Kurt tipped his head to look at Blaine and opened his eyes slightly, instantly smiling weakly when he saw Blaine. "Hey," he replied, his voice rough. Blaine recalled from his earlier conversation that Kurt's throat had been suctioned for blood inhalation and his lungs were going to be observed overnight.
Blaine smiled sympathetically, "I love you, Kurt. I'm so happy to see you awake. How are you feeling?"
Kurt seemed confused. "I love you too, baby… I'm happy to be awake too. I guess I feel okay, my mouth kinda hurts though, and um, m- my throat," he coughed, "where are we, Blaine?" He questioned hoarsely, examining the IVs in his arm.
"We are at the hospital, honey. " Blaine replied, not wanting to freak Kurt out with the details.
"Oh, okay. Are we- um, am I okay?" Kurt questioned.
Blaine smiled and kissed Kurt's hand again, giggling with happiness to see Kurt's beautiful blue eyes. "Yes, baby. You are fine. I am fine. Everyone is fine, and you are going to get better, and then we will go home tomorrow, okay?"
Kurt smiled back, his eyes drooping again. "Okay. I love you. I'm going to go back to sleep now, okay?"
Blaine couldn't help it, he giggled again. "Okay baby, that's fine. I'll be here when you wake up."
Kurt was asleep already, though.
Blaine sat back in his chair again, setting his feet on the edge of Kurt's bed. He tore his eyes away from Kurt and looked around the room and out the glass windows that lined the room.
The trauma bay had a different vibe from the general ER. Most of the blinds in the room were closed to keep it dark and more quiet for Kurt, but one set was open, and Blaine watched the fast paced trauma bay through them. Across the hall, there was a trauma going on, and Blaine realized why the rooms were so spacious: more room for doctors and specialists. Blaine couldn't see the actual patient, there were too many franticly moving scrubs and white coats flying around the suddenly too small room, but based on the sudden halt in movement, he or she was no longer a patient. The doctors from the room trickled out quickly, some looking distraught and others looking non-caring and rushed. By the time they were all gone, the patient's face had been covered up with a blanket by the single nurse left behind to clean up.
Blaine tucked his head down and closed his eyes in respect before standing to close the blinds. He returned to his seat, feeling much older than he did 3 minutes ago, and fell asleep, his cheek tucked into his shoulder and his hand grasping Kurt's as securely as he could.
Hope you enjoyed! :)
Part 10 will be out soon.
I will be posting the rough draft to part 10 as well as soon as I get part 10 up.
The next chapter after this one is my rough draft for this chapter, I hope you will check it out... I guarantee it is unlike any rough draft you have ever seen or written.
Bye, loves!
~illshowmyselfout