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Life got in the way this week, and work is leaving me exhausted, but I promise to never leave you this long with a cliffhanger again...

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Blaine made it back to the hospital 15 minutes later. His car tore into the parking lot, he didn't even care that he parked over two spaces. He needed to get to Kurt. When he was inside, he pressed the button for the lift, but it was taking too long, so he sped up the stairs, taking each step two at a time.

He ran past the waiting room, ignoring Burt's concerned call after him. Blaine ran through the hallway, the closer he got to Kurt's room, the louder the machines got. No.

Without thinking, he ripped the door opened and stood frozen. Kurt, his Kurt, was lying on the bed, gasping for breathe, while Jake had his hands wrapped around Kurt's beautiful neck. Kurt's eyes were bloodshot, and his face was quickly turning a dark shade of red, while his neck was turning a dark blue. The machines beeping wildly in the background.

Blaine ran over to Jake and pulled him away from Kurt. Kurt was spluttering and coughing on the bed, trying desperately to get air back into his lungs. As Jake was much bigger than him, he started to put up a fight. He tried to push Blaine out of the way, but Blaine punched him in the cheek, making Jake take a few steps back. Jake soon regained control of his balance, and walked quickly over to Blaine and punched him in the stomach, causing Blaine to double over in pain. He watched as Jake resumed his position in front of Kurt, as he continued strangling him.

"HEY!"

Came the loud, murderous voice of Finn. He was standing in the doorway with Burt behind him. They ran into the room, Finn tearing Jake away from Kurt once again, he grabbed Jake's collar, and held him against the wall, on the opposite side of Kurt. Finn was taller than Jake, so he didn't have a problem holding the squirming man back.

Everyone in the room paused as Kurt's heart monitor flat lined. Burt tore his gaze from Jake to his son, who was lying flat on the bed, mouth open and eyes shut. His face was red, soon turning back to his usual pale skin. Burt ran over to his son, before he too was pulled away from his lifeless son, as Doctor's flooded into the room with all kinds of machinery, followed by hospital security. As Jake was soon in the hands of the guards, Finn walked over to Blaine, who was still sitting on the floor, looking on in shock as Burt sobbed over his son.

When everyone was out of the room, Burt looked on through the door as the doctor's performed CPR on his boy, they pressed hard on his sons chest a dozen times, afterwards they would send these volts into his son. Burt would happily rip his own heart and give it to his son if it meant that Kurt could live. One of the Doctor's turned and saw the family were looking, before walking swiftly over to the door and shutting it.

Blaine slid down the wall and put his arm over his tender stomach. That's the second time I've failed him. I'm the worst human being ever.

Burt had his hands covering his mouth, he was shaking his head, trying to get the image of his boy being strangled to death out of his head. He looked on, as Kurt was literally getting the life sucked out of him.

Carole was trying to comfort Burt, as well as a clearly shaking Finn, who wouldn't look at anyone, or anything but the dirty marble floor.

A few minutes later, a doctor opened the door and came out to face the family. She had a solemn look on her face, as she began to speak.

"We managed to save him, but only just. We won't know what damage it has caused until he wakes up. We've put him on stronger pain medicine, so he should be out for a while." The nurse said, flicking through the pages of her clipboard.

"Can we see him?" Finn asked.

"I'm afraid not, visiting hours are almost over, and only one person is allowed to stay the night." The nurse said sadly.

"Okay, well I'm staying the night," Burt said immediately.

"Great, I'll get someone to bring a cot for you to sleep in. Visiting hours open tomorrow at 9:00 am." She said, looking at Carole, Finn and Blaine, who nodded.

"Blaine sweetie, stay with us tonight, I don't want you travelling back to Dalton in this state." Carole remarked, gripping Blaine's shoulders gently.

"It's okay Mrs Hummel, I don't want to intrude." Blaine said, struggling to stand up, he groaned as he finally got into a standing position.

"Nonsense, your practically family. Besides, you need to get ice on that thing." She said, she helped him walk a few steps, before he was sure he could do it himself, and Finn stuck right next to him in case he did fall. Why were they being so nice to him? Kurt nearly died because he was too weak to fight Jake off the second time. Blaine was certain that Kurt would never forgive him for this.


The nurses had brought the cot in, and kindly brought him a blanket, and a few extra pillows. He set the cot up right next to Kurt's bed, just in case. Kurt was now wearing an oxygen mask over his mouth, and was less pale than before, but his neck was marred with fingerprint bruises all over his pale neck. This shouldn't have happened. It could have been stopped. If only he was in the room at the time, he could have protected his son. But he didn't, he failed his son once again.

By the time Burt was asleep, he was awoken again by a soft cry. He looked at the digital clock on the table and saw that it was 3:14 am. The sound played again, and Burt looked up at his son, who was shaking his head, and wriggling around in the bed. Burt stood and made his way over to his son, Kurt's eyes were scrunched up, and he was breathing too quickly for Burt's liking.

It looked like Kurt was trying to say something, but the mask was in the way. Gently, Burt slipped the mask down Kurt's face, so it was hanging off his neck. Kurt started to mumble a little louder, but Burt still didn't know what his son was saying. Burt stroked his hand along Kurt's cheek, and shushed him gently, murmuring in his ear. But it did nothing to ease Kurt.

His words became louder, and each word was like a dagger to his heart.

"unloved...fat..disgusting...embarrassment...I'm s-sorry J-Jake..."

Burt started to shake Kurt awake, gently at first, but when Kurt was still saying those lies out loud, he started to shake a little harder, mindful of Kurt's injuries. He said Kurt's name a few times, and a few moments later, Kurt's eyes shot open, his eyes looked warily around the room as his chest heaved, and he was panting on the bed. Burt slipped the mask back over Kurt's mouth, to help him get some air. Kurt greedily sucked in the air, clutching the mask, as if he thought that if it was closer to his mouth, more air would fill up his lungs.

After a painstakingly long time of Kurt breathing heavily, he finally sagged back on the bed, still panting, and clearly exhausted. His eyes followed from where someone was holding his arm, to his dad, who was smiling at him.

"Hey kiddo, you're alright."

Kurt tried to reply, but his throat hurt, and he couldn't think of the correct words to say. Burt sensed this, so patted Kurt gently on the hand, which made Kurt flinch, and Burt immediately took his hand away.

"Get some sleep scooter," Burt said, he remained sitting on the corner of the bed, watching his son as his eyes drooped shut. It was when his breathing soon became more even, that Burt slipped off the bed and into his own cot. Never letting go of Kurt's bandaged hand all throughout the night.

Burt woke up early the next morning, he hadn't got much sleep that night anyway, as Kurt's words still rung in his ear. Why would Kurt say things like that?

He was folding the blanket on top of the cot when he heard Kurt cough painfully. He turned around and Kurt's eyes were fluttering open, he looked dazed and confused. Burt gave Kurt a few moments to take in his surroundings before taking his place on the corner of the bed facing Kurt.

"Hi," Burt said, kissing Kurt's cheek. "Sleep okay?" When Kurt nodded slightly, Burt could see that Kurt was wanting to talk. "I'll get you some water, be right back."

As he turned to leave, a strong grip on his long sleeved flannel shirt was stopping him from moving any further. Burt looked down and saw the tight grip was coming from his son's hand, he looked into Kurt's face and saw the fearful look in his face.

"It's okay kiddo, it's only over there," he said, pointing to the water dispenser machine in the corner of the room. "I won't be longer than five seconds, I promise." When Kurt's grip on him loosened, Burt walked quickly over to the machine, grabbed a cup from the holder, and filled it up with ice cold water. He walked quickly but carefully over to his son, and helped him into a sitting position by pressing the button on the side of the bed, which made Kurt sit up a small bit.

Burt once again, slipped the mask down Kurt's face, and helped Kurt take a few sips of the water. It was hard for Kurt to swallow it at first, as he kept choking and spluttering, but a few more sips, and he was fine. Kurt signalled that he was done, and Burt placed it on the table next to the bed. Burt looked back at his son and took in his too thin frame, and the uncertainty in his eyes.

"Right, we need to talk."


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