"Wes! Let me through!" David and Jeff hurtled their way up to the stage while the rest of the restaurant fell to dead silence, staring at the piano where their leader had sat only moments before.

"Nick, call 911 and let them know what happened – we might not need another car but he needs to get checked out." Jeff called back to the table – was it really only a few yards away? It seemed so much further, like each step towards the senior was getting smaller and harder. "Wes? Can you hear me? Open your eyes for me, mate." All those years of first aid training, no matter how out of practise he was, began to kick in as Jeff's face set to stone, realising that he would have to take charge now, without Wes, their resident doctor, to fall back on. "What day is it, Wes? Can you squeeze my hands?" He'd dropped down beside the boy finally, pushing a fist against the back of both of Wes' hands, but nothing happened. "David, I know it's hard but I need you up here."

David blinked and tried to breathe, watching Jeff run his hands along Wes' head and back, checking his hands after each section, checking for blood, it looked like. He didn't want to look at Wes. His face, okay, that he could do – he looked peaceful, mouth drooping open and eyes gently shut. He was sleeping, all the stress from God knows when having fallen out with the collapse. His right arm was okay, just lying across his chest, slowly moving whenever he breathed – and David could see that Wes was breathing, which was somewhat reassuring. But his legs were in the air hanging off the piano stool, and he was partly lying on his left arm, which had twisted a bit on the ground – not like a terrifying, back-broken sort of twist, but it really didn't look comfortable…

"His pulse seems fine, and he's breathing well, as far as I can tell. Far out. What the hell happened?" Jeff brushed away a few wisps of hair that were plastered to Wes' forehead. "What I'd give for a pen-light… David, we're going to roll him, can you lie his legs flat?" Right, so, no pen light so can't check reactivity to light… pain… what to do about pain… That shoulder didn't look good, Jeff didn't want to go anywhere near it, and he hadn't been taught how to do a proper sternum rub… "Someone, chuck us a pen?"

David kicked the stool out of the way, catching Wes' legs and lowering them gently to the ground, lying them straight, trying not to move the boy at all. It was funny. He'd seen Blaine semi- or full-on collapsed so many times that he rarely batted an eyelid. But now that it was his best friend – his strong, invincible, relatively healthy best friend – who was on the ground, all David could hear was his heart pounding in his head, feeling dizzy as he tried desperately not to succumb to panic. Panicking wouldn't help anyone.

"David, do you have Elsie? The handle might just be thin enough…"Jeff held out a hand as David fumbled through his pockets, his other pushing Wes' right arm off his chest and lying it flat on the ground, at a 90˚ angle to his body. He felt the thin wood of the miniature gavel hit his palm and quickly pressed it hard into Wes' cuticle, watching as the boy flinched away and gave a small moan of pain. But as much as he hated to do that, it was reassuring that there was some small reaction – he wasn't comatose, at the very least. "Ta. David, come up next to me, and bend his left leg up, okay? You know how we've rolled Blaine? We'll do the same thing here."

"But… his arm…" David bent the leg up as commanded, then shifted to cover more of Wes' back, watching Jeff re-tilt Wes' head back.

"I'm aware, David, it's okay. We'll have to really support his back here, make sure the position doesn't move. I mean, he only fell a couple of feet, but I'm super-cautious anyway, always have been." Wes moaned again and Jeff looked down, waiting – but his lids still remained closed, eyelashes flickering as his eyes darted under the folden skin – like he was in REM sleep. "Alright, on three…

"One…" David put one hand on Wes' bent knee and one on his stomach, trying not to think who it was on the floor. Of course, their typical first aider would have to wear himself to the bone…

"Two…" Jeff slid a hand under Wes' neck, keeping a support there. Usually he'd have someone else holding his head, but his gut told him this would be unnecessary – it was only a 2 foot fall. Jeff was much more concerned about the left shoulder. His other hand moved to press Wes' left arm against his body, trying not to strain the joint any more than it already had been.

"Three." As the Australian completed the command, the boys began rolling Wes to the side slowly, both going up on the knees and walking behind him, keeping his back as straight and supported as possible. Once he was tipped, David secured his leg and shifted his right arm while Jeff performed the same checks again – clear airway and breathing, no visible blood or fluids… So far, so good.

Then Wes groaned and his eyes fluttered open. "David? Jeff? What… What happened?" He coughed, right arm slowly moving to cover his mouth. "Ow… Why am I lying down?"

"Ambulance should be here in 10, guys." Nick placed a glass of water by the piano as he jumped up on stage as well, casting worried glances back to the table.

"You fainted, Wes. Can you tell me what hurts?" Jeff crouched down beside him, smiling as he felt Nick's comforting hand on his shoulder.

"I fell off a chair. Everything hurts." Tears sprung to his eyes as Wes pushed himself to a sitting position. "My shoulder's really bad, it doesn't feel right. It's too loose." He clutched his upper arm close to his body, cradling it as he began to rock, hand lying limp in his lap. "Can I come down from the stage now?"

"You'll tell us if you're going to collapse again?" David crouched by Wes' side, trying to coax his good arm around his shoulder. Wes nodded his assent once, hissing in pain. "Then we'll sit you by Blaine. The ambulance can take you with him."

"No, I don't need an ambulance…" But Wes knew he was lying to himself as much as anyone that cared to listen. "How… how is he doing anyway?" He closed his eyes, biting his bottom lip as he slowly stepped down and stumbled to his seat, trying to find something to focus on, to cut through the haze of stabbing pain.

"Nick, can you go talk to the staff for me and see if they have any triangular bandages?" The brunette nodded and hurried off, and Jeff turned to Wes. "Kurt got some sugar into him. They're both doing really well, Wes, you'd be proud of Kurt." They finally reached the table and Wes collapsed into the nearest seat, breathing heavily and face drained of colour from the effort.

"Wes?"

"Blaine?"

"Are you okay?" They both asked at the same time, then smiled.

"I think my shoulder's dislocated." Wes told him truthfully, before breaking into a wide smile. "I can't believe this. Only the Warblers could turn a simple performance into such a melodrama! See, Kurt, why I argued against the external performances?"

Kurt smiled. "Yeah. I never thought I'd be able to call having cats thrown at me a calm performance…" His voice dropped as he watched Wes' face start to distort.

"Crap." The Asian scrunched his nose, clutching his arm tighter. "I have to… to sn… sneeze… Heh'kishh! Owwww." A tear rolled down his nose. "Fuck. That really hurt."

David rubbed his back, watching his two best friends – one of them curled into a ball on Kurt's lap, coughing and spluttering, the other visibly in pain with an arm that barely looked attached. When would that ambulance finally arrive? Both again looked on the verge of passing out.

Thankfully Nick hurried back to them at that point, handing Jeff the cloth as he pressed a quick kiss on his cheek. Jeff turned to look at Wes, wondering how best to make a sling… A collar-and-cuff would probably put too much pressure on the joint, gravity would force the arm down… Maybe a St John? "Wes, I'm not entirely sure which sling to do, so you tell me if it's more comfortable or worse, okay?" It took a couple of tries, but finally they settled with a simple large arm sling, with David's jumper tying his upper arm to his chest. It would do for the last few remaining minutes before medical intervention arrived.

"So, everyone's staying at Kurt's?" Wes' breathing was laboured but he forced himself to keep control. "Kurt, are you supervising them or coming with us?"

Kurt's arms instinctively tightened around Blaine. "David, you can keep them from destroying the house for one night, right? We have a PlayStation and way too many horror films…"

David nodded. "Of course."

"Right. Well." Wes clenched and unclenched his fist, the muscles on his jaw trembling from the effort of simply talking. "Once I'm taken care of… and I think I'll be staying the night, the snow is crazy… Ow… We can organise getting back." He let out a small whimper of pain as he sat back in the booth, the shock from his right arm hitting the cushion travelling around to the other side and jarring the shoulder. "Has the school been notified?"

Kurt frowned. "Pedy knows. He said he'd take care of it. But I just thought… Blaine's family… insurance… Should we call someone?"

As blue and red flashing lights finally appeared in the street, sweeping across the windows in the front of the restaurant, Wes shook his head. "No. Didn't he tell you? Blaine's emancipated."

Wes wakes up and craziness ensues...

So. You just learnt how to put someone in the recovery position. Just don't do a Jeff - if you ever have to do it to someone, make sure that their head is supported - pretend like you're holding a pistol with both hands and grip their head on both sides and roll with them. It was really strange trying to word what was happening - I've been trained to take obs (primary and secondary, plus all the DRAB) in about 30 seconds, and recovery position is second nature to me now. I had to picture myself doing it so many times before I could write it!

The shoulder is another interesting thing. I've treated a couple of dislocated shoulders before, each using a dislocated sling. It's actually pretty hard sometimes to make a sling, especially if it's a typical anterior subluxation, because it gets locked. But both times I did it, I used a (modified) large arm sling, because that's what they found most comfortable - it may not be what's taught, and I've copped a bit for it, but that's what worked. My aim with first aid is whatever's best for the patient, whatever makes them the most comfortable, rather than going completely by the guidelines...

Also, I'm going by Australian first aid. Things may be taught differently in whatever country you're from.

But yay for no dying! And finally the paramedics rocking up!

Okay. I'm tired. I'll be quick and less rambly.

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