Companion piece to #23- Ambulance and #24- Think. Blaine-centric.

Blaine stirred in his hospital bed, eliciting a shriek from his mother's chair, firmly placed at his bedside. "Blaine? Baby?" she cried. Blaine blinked against the light and his mother reached for his hand. "Blaine, baby, you're in the hospital. Your father and I are here, Cooper's taking the next flight out."

Blaine's eyes narrowed at the mention of Cooper. Things had to have been bad if he was in the hospital and Cooper was flying home. "What… What happened?"

"You were in a car accident," his father explained from a chair across the way. "Coming home from the movies earlier."

"Oh, God," Blaine breathed out. He remembered the movie, he remembered leaving, joking with Sam and Tina, but he couldn't remember getting into the accident. "Are Sam and Tina OK?"

"Sam has a concussion," his father explained. "Kid lucked out calling shotgun, it was your side of the car that was hit. Tina's in pretty bad shape. She's still in surgery to repair some broken ribs."

Blaine cringed at the thought. "When can I see them?" he asked.

"Sam should be ready sooner than Tina, I think his mother said he was trying to rest as much as possible right now, since they have to wake him up so much," his father explained. "You should take some time and rest too, before Cooper gets here."

"Too awake right now, I think," Blaine sighed, moving to pull himself into a sitting position. He struggled to pull himself up, as his legs didn't want to move with the rest of him, like they were being held down with anvils. He glanced down at them for an explanation of the extra weight, expecting heavy braces or casts. Nothing seemed large and bulky under the covers, and he threw them back to inspect the situation.

Nothing.

He prodded experimentally at the tops of his thighs, drawing in a breath of horror when he felt nothing. "No," he gasped. "No, no, no, no, no, this is not happening, this is not happening to me!" His mother threw her head in her hands and wailed, his father coming up next to him and taking his hand. "Dad, I can't feel my legs," Blaine cried out, shaking and sobbing.

Blaine's father sighed, pulling his son into a hug. "They told us it's only temporary," he explained. "Minor nerve damage. I know it's scary right now, and it's obviously going to take a lot of getting used to, but this can be fixed. The nerves are a little damaged, bruised maybe. Nothing was severed, you'll be able to move again once things are healed up."

Blaine's breath hitched in a sob and he punched himself in the leg frustratedly. "I'm scared," he whispered, hot, frustrated tears stinging his face.

"I know, Blaine," his father replied. "It's going to take a lot of work. Once the nerves heal, you're going to need some physical therapy to get everything working again at full strength. But you can do it. I know you and I know you're not going to give up until you get it right. Maybe we could get that friend of yours in to talk to you? The one in the wheelchair? Odds are you'll need to use one for a little while while you're healing. Might be good to talk to someone who understands."

"I don't wanna talk about it right now," Blaine's voice shook, falling backwards onto the pillow.

"Just rest," his father spoke, guiding his mother from the chair at his bedside and into one of the chairs across the room. "You have a lot of work ahead of you once everything's healed up, you should rest now, and it'll all be over before you know it. We'll be right across the room, OK? Get some rest. Cooper should be getting in in a few hours."

Blaine pulled the covers over himself again, curling up in the bed as tightly as he could with his uncooperative legs, drifting into a fitful, worried sleep.

He was again woken by a gentle shake to the shoulder, opening his eyes to find Cooper standing over him. "Hey, Squirt," Cooper sadly smiled. "Came as soon as I heard."

Blaine looked around the room- all the bright, harsh white light was replaced with darkness. "What time is it?" he asked.

"It's late," Cooper replied. "You should sleep, I just wanted to say hi. Wanted to… see you awake for myself."

"You didn't have to come," Blaine told him.

"Are you kidding me?" Cooper hissed. "My baby brother could have died today. And I didn't have to come?"

"Not dead," Blaine sleepily replied. "Just broken."

"You're not broken, B, your nerves are just shot," Cooper reassured him. "A little hard work and you'll be fine. Don't you have those friends in wheelchairs to help you out at school?"

"Just Artie," Blaine corrected him. Then it dawned on him. "Oh, last time you were here, Quinn was in the chair too, right? Yeah, she's fine now."

Cooper smiled. "And you'll be fine too. Get some sleep, Squirt."

"Don't think I can," Blaine admitted. "I'm scared, I'm thinking too much, I'm a mess, Coop."

Cooper smiled, pulling out his phone. "Fine," he smirked, thumbing through his apps before opening one. "Then I'm staying up with you. Wanna play a game?"

"You just got in from a long flight, don't let me keep you up," Blaine waved him off.

"Shut up, Squirt," Cooper retorted. "Take this while you can get it, it's not every day you're gonna see me do these things for you." He tapped the screen a few times. "OK, your turn." He handed off the phone to Blaine. Blaine expertly tapped out a quick sequence, handing the phone back to Cooper.

"You think that was good?" Cooper scoffed. "I have an awesome one for you." Cooper focused all his attention on his phone, tapping away at the screen slowly and methodically, then fast-paced and quick-reflexed. When he was finished, he pulled back the phone to admire the full scope of his handiwork. "Beat that, B."

No hand reached out to take the phone from him. "B?" Cooper questioned, glancing up from the screen to look at his brother. He found Blaine curled up in the bed, passed out from sheer exhaustion. Cooper chuckled to himself. "Night, B," he whispered, pulling the covers up around Blaine and retreating to the other side of the room. "Sleep well."