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Blaine held Kurt tightly while he sobbed his sweet heart out into his shoulder. He wasn't sure how much time had passed since Kurt had uttered the horrible news-it could have been minutes, or hours-maybe longer. Blaine was fully shaken up. It was as if a giant had picked him off of the ground and rattled him until his bones vibrated, bashing into one another like a rough sea. He actually felt physically ill, as if from motion sickness. He-he couldn't believe it…
Daisy? Not Daisy. This couldn't have happened to Daisy. He hadn't known her as well as Kurt, whom she'd become close with amazingly quickly-but she was such a lovely, bubbly, bright girl, so ready and excited-completely overjoyed and so sunny…She didn't deserve this.
Well. Blaine couldn't think of anyone who did.
He couldn't imagine it.
He simply could not fathom how she must be feeling right this moment…it was unthinkable. Someone had told him once that this was the worst thing that could possibly happen to a human being-and Blaine at this moment couldn't imagine anything more horrible than what Daisy had had to go through.
Kurt had phoned her while Blaine had been making the popcorn and talking to Finn in the kitchen, just to see how her appointment went…but it was not the same Daisy who picked up the phone. He'd choked out to Blaine how she'd sounded as she'd told him in a rush how at the doctors during the scan, they couldn't find a heartbeat…Blaine had shuddered here…and they'd rushed her to hospital, but there was nothing they could do…and that's when she'd cut the call off.
And that was it. Daisy's baby had died inside her.
That little, precious life snuffed out, a brief candle.
There were no other words. Besides horrific, terrible, all the other words in the world…it was unfair.
Such a pathetic word. But it was.
Blaine gently kissed Kurt's hair, trying to console him. He felt dreadful for poor Daisy, that lovely girl…but a part of him looked at his boyfriend-and thanked everything in the world that it had not happened to them.
"I…I just-" Kurt stammered through his tears.
"Shh…" Blaine soothed him.
"I-I don't-I can't imagine-oh Blaine, what if it had been-"
"I know…" Blaine murmured softly as he cried harder. "I know…"
He did not want to even consider this happening to them. It was too…Blaine didn't have a word.
…
"I don't know if I should go and see her…" Kurt mumbled. He and Blaine were curled up on Kurt's bed late that night. There were still tear tracks staining his pale cheeks, even in the half-light, they shone sadly.
"You should. She'll be on her own…"
"But…" Kurt gestured his stomach. "It would feel like rubbing her face in it…" "Ah…" Blaine bit his lip. "I take your point…"
"Oh, but Blaine, I can't leave her!" More tears sprung to his eyes. "She'll be all alone, and-but I don't know! Imagine if the situation had been reversed-"
"Kurt, don't even go there," Blaine said, voice flat.
"But if it had, God forbid…I would have had you, and Dad, and Carole, Finn, Rachel, Mercedes, Glee-everyone…but she's got no one…oh my God, I feel awful!" he sobbed.
"No," Blaine held him, rocking him gently. "You have no reason to," he said firmly. Now…I tell you what we're going to do. Tomorrow morning, I'll go to the hospital to see her,"
Kurt looked up, tears clinging to his long eyelashes. "R-Really?"
"Yes," said Blaine certainly. "She needs friends-now more than ever,"
He felt a little awkward, actually-he barely knew the girl. But God, he didn't think he'd be able to live with himself ever again if he left her now. Besides-Kurt looked gratefully up at him.
"Thank you,"
"No worries," he said firmly. "Now-I'm going to go make you some of that herbal tea Quinn told you to get, and you're going to get ready for bed and go to sleep, sweetheart," He kissed him tenderly on the forehead.
"I'll never be able to sleep…" Kurt whimpered.
"I'll hold you until you do. All night, if I have to,"
Kurt shuddered. "I can't help thinking about Daisy…all on her own…in hospital…knowing…"
"I'm going to see her first thing in the morning. But I don't think anyone in the world could help her tonight…"
Blaine felt ridiculous bringing Daisy flowers. It felt like the polite thing to do-but how ludicrous. As if flowers could help her, or cheer her up in any way, shape or form…Nevertheless, he tided them up in their cellophane wrapper as he stood in the lift as it snaked upwards, towards the floor he'd been told to go to by the gum-chewing woman he'd given Daisy's name to at the desk.
What would he say to her? How would he act? He hardly knew her, as had been previously stated…what did you say to someone who'd just lost a child?
He'd completely understand if she didn't want to see him…but he just wanted to see that she was…well, not okay. But…well…God, Blaine was bad with words today. Coping? Maybe?
Finally, the elevator creaked to a halt. Blaine stepped out into the clean corridor, looking up and down for inspiration. He knew he was on the right floor…but where would Daisy be?
Suddenly-he spotted a passing nurse-middle-aged, with glasses stuck in her straight blonde hair. "Excuse me?" he said, approaching her. "I'm-I'm looking for the Nightingale ward?"
Luckily-she gave him a friendly smile. "Here, I'll show you, dear,"
Thankfully, Blaine followed her, shoes squeaking on the polished floor. "I was just going there myself," she told him. "Are you visiting?"
"Yes," he answered-nerves biting horribly at him.
"Who?"
"Urm…Daisy Tennant,"
"Oh yes," Suddenly-the nurse's face changed. She looked pitying, upset. "Poor girl…I wondered why no one had come to see her, time like this…"
"Well," Blaine coughed awkwardly. "I'm coming now,"
"Good. I think she needs someone now…"
The nurse lead him through several pairs of double doors, until they eventually entered the Nightingale ward. It was long and thin, with beds lined either side, symmetrical and ordered. They passed open beds, where patients sat up, talking to visitors, others where the occupant stared into space, alone, and others that were curtained off. Blaine's stomach jolted.
"Hey, Jade!" A tall, slim, brown-haired nurse with a long plait down her back sat at a desk waved to the nurse escorting Blaine. "Looking for someone,"
"Miss Tennant, Hannah," "Jade" gave her a grave look.
"Oh…" "Hannah" looked at Blaine sadly. "I'll take him over, if you like. I think you're needed over there, Jade,"
After Jade had left, Hannah approached Blaine, looking sombre. "Come on. She's this way,"
Blaine followed her down the ward, anxiousness and nervousness taking over completely. "Poor Daisy…" Hannah sighed. Blaine noticed that all the nurses here seemed to be genuinely caring-human, unlike the doctors, who scurried around with clipboards and notes, looking permanently serious and solemn, as if bearing bad news. "You are family, aren't you?" the nurse asked suddenly.
"Urm-yeah-yeah, I'm her-brother," he said-stupidly.
"Pull the other one," But she flashed him a sudden grin that took years off her face-but she didn't say anything. Blaine got the impression that-on a human level-she was turning a blind eye. No one wanted to be alone at a time like this.
"Here," They finally reached a curtained-off bed, surrounded by draping green material on metal frames. Blaine swallowed hard as the nurse opened the curtains slightly, looking in. He looked up at the ceiling, clutching the flowers tightly.
"Daisy?" Hannah called kindly. "How are you doing?"
No answer.
"There's someone here to see you?" Hannah pressed on, as if she was used to this. "Do you want to see them?"
Again, no answer. But Daisy must have done something to indicate, because the next thing Blaine knew, he was being ushered into the curtained-off area. Oh shit.
"Let me know if you need anything," Hannah closed the curtains behind her, leaving them alone.
Silence.
A moment later-Blaine forced himself to look at Daisy.
If he didn't know it was the same girl who'd not long ago been bouncing through the park with her dog, beaming and waving…he would never have recognised her.
Daisy was lying on her side, curled up under the bed sheets. She appeared not to have noticed him come in, staring right through him as if she could see something else…
But something had changed. It was still the same face, same curtain of blonde-ginger hair, same small birthmarks on her white neck…but something had changed. And it wasn't just that her make-up, usually perfectly applied, was hanging in black, smudged streaks under her very red eyes. It wasn't that her hair, normally as neat as Kurt's, was spread out on the pillow in knots.
There was evidence of past, maybe recent, tears…but Daisy was not crying.
She was past crying.
Still, she did not move. Said nothing, didn't look at him. But nevertheless-Blaine was here now. He was going to try. She deserved at least that much.
"Urm…hi, Daisy," he began, using the same kind tone as Hannah and trying not to sound dumb. "It's Blaine…"
Her eyelid twitched slightly at the name…but still nothing.
"I…" What now? He placed the flowers carefully down on the bedside table. "I…I'm so sorry…"
No movement.
"I-I can't imagine…"
Carefully, he knelt down beside her. He could see her small, pale hand, covered with make-up stains from mopping her eyes…and took it without thinking.
Now-she blinked.
"I can't imagine what you're going through," he murmured gently, stroking her soft hand. "I can't begin to…Kurt's worried sick about you…" he rambled. "but-but I'm sure you understand why I came instead. But-but I came because…look, I'm just so sorry that this-this horrible thing has happened to you," He held her hand tight. "Daisy-"
"It would have been a boy,"
Blaine jumped a little at the metallic, robotic, numb voice. Nothing like Daisy's chatty giggle…She still did not look at him. But she'd spoken. Blaine's heart squeezed horribly as she said those words.
"It would have been a boy…" she repeated. It was as if she'd switched off her emotions, there being far too many to cope with…
"The funny thing is…" she said, distantly. "If I'd have gone into early labour now…he might have lived…They don't know why he-he…he just-he just…" She couldn't finish.
Blaine literally had no idea what to say. He just listened.
"I've named my-my son-" She said the word with a distinct hopeless longing through the monotone. "I named him Isaac,"
"…That's lovely," Blaine croaked out. He still held her hand as tightly as he could.
There were still no tears. It was as if she had none left to cry. But…Blaine had never seen more hopeless eyes. His heart was breaking.
Daisy just stared up at the ceiling, as if seeing something no one else could see.
"Blaine…" Suddenly, she held his hand back-tight as a vice, almost shattering it from the force. "Blaine…" she whimpered-a woman who'd lost everything in one night.
"I'm here," he said, putting a hand on her forehead. It was freezing cold. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm here for you, Daisy,"