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Stockholm Syndrome Chapter 10: How Long Before You Can't Remember Me?

Present Day

It was two months after the accident and Kurt was getting restless. He had never been one to just sit still for long periods of time and he hadn't been able to move much more than his hands for two months. He was very upset that he couldn't feel his legs and would spend hours each day willing them to move. Of course they never cooperated.

Tuesday morning, Kurt's doctor came in and said he might have good news for Kurt.

"We're going to take you downstairs and do a couple tests; x-rays and a cat-scan to make sure everything had healed up right. And if everything looks good, we might be able to take the brace off soon. How does that sound?"

"Like the best thing that's happen in over 8 months," Kurt said with a small smile. The doctor smiled back and had a few nurses come and transport Kurt to a different bed so they could take him downstairs. Puck walked with him, holding the smaller boy's hand and telling him jokes to keep his mind off of everything. A few hours after the scans, the doctor came back into Kurt's room with a smile on his face.

"Everything looks great, Kurt. Are you ready to be free?" As Kurt smiled, the doctor moved forward and started undoing the straps of the bulky brace. Kurt held his breath, trying against hope to keep himself from flinching. His doctor sighed slightly but didn't say anything. He pulled the brace out from under Kurt and slowly moved the bed so it was in a more upright position. "How do you feel?"

"Weak," Kurt said, ducking his head. "I didn't realize sitting up was going to be this hard. It…it just feels weird."

"That's to be expected, Kurt," the doctor said kindly. "Your body has been immobile for a few months so you have started to lost muscle tone. That's what's making it so hard to sit up. We will start you in a rehab program this week. At first we're going to start working your arms and your core muscles. This way it'll be easier to sit up in a wheel chair and use your arms to wheel yourself. We're also going to show you some stretches that your family can help you with so your legs can still have some muscle tone left. Someone will be coming in Thursday to fit you for a wheelchair, also."

Kurt was feeling overwhelmed, but he gave the doctor a small smile so the man would leave. Sighing, Kurt ran a hand over his face before letting his head fall into the pillow. Puck stared at the smaller boy, seeing he was drowning in despair. Taking a chance, Puck moved towards the bed and stood before Kurt. Hesitating for only a moment, Puck reached out and moved Kurt's legs over and then helped the boy move to the side.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Kurt whimpered, looking slightly scared.

"Just relax. It's going to be okay, just let me do this." Puck gently climbed on the bed, pulling Kurt into his arms. The smaller boy was tense for a few moments but then took a deep breath and relaxed.

"Thank you, Noah" Kurt whispered before falling asleep in Puck's arms.


The day before the trial, Burt got a call from his lawyer. Mr. Manning informed him that Dave had changed his plea from not guilty to guilty with reason of mental defect. There had been testimonies from a few therapists and the judge had accepted his plea. Dave was going to be sent to a mental facility the next day. And Burt was not happy about the decision.

"He terrorizes my son for months. He hurts him, rapes him, and puts him in a wheelchair and he just gets to go to some loony bin? How is that fair?" Burt yelled into the phone, trying to keep his voice down so he wouldn't upset his son.

Kurt was sitting on his bed, propped up with tons of pillows. He was staring at his hands, feeling awkward. He wasn't sure how he felt about what was going on with Dave. He knew he should hate his ex, but there was part of him that still loved the boy. Just as Kurt could feel the tears welling up in his eyes, Puck reached out and grabbed his hand. The mohawked teen offered a small smile, rubbing his thumb over the top of Kurt's hand.

"You're okay. Don't worry about Karofksy. He's not your problem anymore, okay? Just worry about you and getting yourself better. It's going to be just fine." Sighing, Kurt laid back as Puck began to sing softly to him.

"From the stage I can tell that he can't let go and he can't relax. And just before he hangs his head to cry, I sing to him a lullaby, I sing: Everything's gonna be all right. Rockabye, Rockabye. Everything's gonna be all right. Rockabye, Rockabye. Rockabye"

Puck's voice was just gentle enough to lull him to sleep.


Wednesday was spent with the physical therapist showing Burt, Carole, Finn and Puck gentle stretches they could do with Kurt's legs to keep them limber. For Kurt, it was weird watching his legs being bent and stretched in front of him without being able to feel it. He was reminded of all the times he had sat stretching with Quinn and Mercedes before they danced for glee. Kurt desperately missed dancing and the thought of never being able to do so again was starting to make him sick. He turned his head, looking away from his father and locking eyes with Puck. The running back gave him an encouraging smile. Kurt didn't smile back.

Thursday, the physical therapist and another man came into Kurt's room to start to fit him for his wheelchair. The man took his measurements, sitting him in a chair that was slightly too big so they could adjust it for him. The man assured Kurt he would return later that afternoon with his chair.

After the man left to prepare his wheelchair, the physical therapist helped Kurt into a borrowed chair and moved him down to the therapy room.

"Were going to work on your arms and core today, Kurt. We'll take it slow since I'm sure you're going to be sore. Just start with lifting these light free weights." The morning session seemed to drag on for hours as Kurt did whatever the therapist said. The older man kept giving him encouraging smiles but Kurt was miserable. Finally, the physical therapist took pity on Kurt and took him back to his room, leaving him to lay in his bed and think.

After lunch, the man from before returned to Kurt's room pushing a wheelchair in front of him. The metal of the chair was a light red color, and had Kurt not been so bitter about the fact that it was for him he was sure he would have found it to be a beautiful color. The man pulled the chair up close to the bed and pulled the handbrakes. He then turned and scooped Kurt up and placed him in the chair. Kurt sighed when he realized that he fit perfectly inside the chair. He listened idly as the man clicked the seatbelt around Kurt's lap and began telling him about things such as locking the brakes when he tried to get in and out of the chair.

"I can put you back in your bed if you would like me to," the man said to Kurt as he turned to leave.

"Just leave me alone," Kurt mumbled, not meeting the man's eyes. He sat in the chair, never moving, until Puck showed up after school.

"Hey! You got your chair! It looks awesome, man," Puck said with a smile on his face. The smile instantly left, however, when Kurt looked up at him. The smaller boy's lower lip was quivering and tears were already starting to overflow from his eyes. "Hey what's wrong?"

Puck bent over, undoing the chair's seatbelt and gently picking Kurt up. He carried the smaller boy back to the bed, crawling onto the mattress so he could hold Kurt. Puck rocked back and forth for a while, whispering to Kurt that he would be okay, before the diva finally started to talk with a shaky breath.

"It's not fair. Why me? It's not fair," Kurt moaned, tears falling harder as every second passed. Puck held him close, brushing the hair out of his face as Kurt sobbed. "I just wanted someone to love me. Someone who would love me and come watch me perform and dance. And who would dance with me, even if they weren't good, but because the loved me. I wanted to be on Broadway, Puck. How the hell am I supposed to do that now? I just…How did it get this bad?"

Puck didn't say anything, just held Kurt closer to his chest. He held the boy close as he let out every raw emotion he had, from hate towards Dave, to fear of what would happen to his ex, to fear of using a wheelchair. After crying for about an hour, Kurt fell asleep on Puck's shoulder. He was still recovering and his body seemed to get exhausted at the littlest things. Before falling asleep too, Puck laid a small kiss on Kurt's forehead.

"Everything's gonna be all right. Rockabye…"


AN:I hope you liked it. Please review. The song Puck is singing isn't mine. It's "Lullaby" by Shawn Mullins