Kurt didn't show any signs of movement. He was breathing steadily, his pulse was coming back to normal. They were all thankful for that. He was currently taking in fluids so he could get rehydrated. The Hudmels just sat there, waiting for any sign. Kurt's head rolled to the side. Kurt's hospital gown covered most of his upper torso. The doctor, Dr. Shepard, came in every few minutes to check his blood pressure and IV. The doctor informed them they were putting Kurt on a feeding tube soon to get some nutrition in him. They still didn't know when Kurt was going to wake up. They were hoping sooner rather than later. Burt beckoned his wife and his stepson to go home and get some real sleep, as it was nearly midnight and all they did was sit there. Burt sat in the chair, taking Kurt's small, pale, cold hand, squeezing it gently. He ran his fingers through his son's hair comfortingly. He then leaned back and slept next to Kurt's bed, figuring Kurt would be out of it until the morning.
When Finn got home, he had dozens of text messages from the New Directions:
Mercedes: U better b taking good care of my boy!
Artie: Tell Kurt I am thinking of him right now.
Tina: Mike and I send Kurt our love.
Puck: Do I need 2 kick somebody's ass?
Rachel: WHAT?! KURT COULDN'T BREATHE?! IS HE ALRIGHT? CAN HE STILL SING?! CAN HE?!
Quinn: I'm praying for him right now.
Sam: Make sure Kurt gets rest when he gets home.
Santana: I swear, Hudson, I'm gonna beat the living shit out of those three-faced baffoons if they even go near Kurt again!
Brittany: Is my dolphin alright? I'm gonna make him a get well card! Tell him to feel better!
Artie: Make sure u tell Kurt 2 feel better. He deserves it.
Sam: Who's ass do we need to kick 1st
Mercedes: Give Kurt a kiss and a hug from me!
Rachel: tell Kurt I am DEMANDING him to get better!
Tina: Make sure Kurt knows we are here for him.
Finn began to answer the texts, knowing the New Directions would kill him if he didn't answer right away to their messages. He sat down on the couch and began to text them all, telling them Kurt's asleep from the morphine and that everything was going to be alright. He leaned back and made an attempt to sleep on the couch, but he couldn't even find the courage to close his eyes. He couldn't close them without seeing how traumatized Kurt looked. It just made him feel sick. He wanted those bastards locked up for life without parole. Sure, Karofsky may have thought he was doing the school a favor, but from what Finn could recall, it was something called kidnapping. From his point of view, those bastards didn't deserve a trial, though he knew it was innocent till proven guilty.
When Kurt awoke, his head was killing him. There was a beeping noise somewhere nearby. He figured he was in the hospital. He could hear hushed voices speaking as well. He opened his eyes a slither to see the New Directions and Blaine surrounding his bed. He wanted to grin at that, but his face hurt.
"H-How are you feeling?" Quinn whispered.
Kurt shrugged. "How in hell am I supposed to know that? What happened?"
"You had a panic attack and you were tested for PTSD," Artie said. He patted Kurt's knee kindly, which he knew would be bandaged up by now.
Kurt nodded his understanding quietly. He then noticed Mr. Schuester sitting next to him as well. He thought he recognized the stench of that hair gel his Spanish teacher used. Rachel was sitting on the edge of the bed, tears in her eyes. Tina made a squeaky noise. Her eyes were extremely bloodshot.
"In all honesty how are you?" Santana asked.
"Sore, numb," Kurt mumbled behind the mask.
"Oh um, in that case we got some news and you are not gonna like it," Mike muttered. "You-you need to take those guys to court and that means you are gonna need to give an alibi."
Santana spit out several curse words in Spanish, a glare painted of her face. "But they shouldn't be allowed a trial let alone be in the same room as him!" she snarled. "I swear to God, Kurt, if they try anything, I'm gonna beat the shit-"
"Santana, it's the law. Innocent till proven guilty," Sam reminded her.
"He's right, Santana, and while I appreciate your protectiveness I don't want you making any trouble for yourself. Especially you, Puckerman," Kurt said.
"I do not think I will be able to do that, Kurt," Puck said with a sly grin plastered on his face.
"Well you better find some self-control and not get yourself in juvie again," Mike said.
"Do you honestly think I give a fuck if I go to juvie or not?" Puck asked.
"I know," Tina said.
Brittany remained oddly quiet, so did Mr. Schue. Mr. Schue couldn't stop looking at the boy he viewed as a son as much as Finn. He loved Kurt. And the fact that Kurt had been kidnapped and treated like a piece of trash angered him. When he learned of Kurt's disappearance, it took Coach Bieste, Finn, and Mike to hold him back when he was in Figgins's office screaming at his boss, saying he could not believe Kurt got kidnapped and Figgins didn't even care. He was relieved to know Kurt was okay, though he was concerned how Kurt was feeling emotionally.
The New Directions and Blaine stayed with Kurt for about an hour, however, Mr. Schue wanted to stay bhind and find out how hisstudents was feeling.
"Are you alright?" Mr. Schuester asked softly.
"I don't know," Kurt admitted. He had only been rescued just yesterdsay afternoon and he didn't have any time to process it.
"Look, Kurt. If you ever need to talk about something my office is always open okay?" the Spanish teacher told his student. He knew that the attack and the aftermath was making Kurt depressed.
Kurt nodded, though he didn't know if he'd ever be ready to talk about it. Not ever.