A/N: Just a quickie, but I had to get something out right now so I can focus on finishing up the 50th!
This is yesterday (Tuesday)'s drabble.
50th will be up late tonight/in the early hours of the morning, or tomorrow! Whenever I'm satisfied with it.
Hope you enjoy!
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Kurt doesn't like hospitals; the same way he doesn't like cemeteries.
It's because whenever he's in one (or the other), the memories of a certain sweet-faced woman from his past take over his mind and fill his heart to the brim with sadness and longing.
God, he misses his mom.
He misses her comforting presence, and her deep understanding, and her all-around acceptance of him. Don't get him wrong, he loves and appreciates his dad, and he knows his dad is trying his hardest … but he just knows that his coming out would have been much easier for the both of them if his mom was still around.
It's hard to sit in the hospital waiting room while Quinn's giving birth. It's not the same hospital that his mom suffered in for months, desperately fighting breast cancer, or where she finally lost the fight … but all hospital are the same, anyways; the essence of death in the air, the mingling scents of old people and industrial grade anti-bacterial, the doctors in white coats and nurses in pastel-colored scrubs.
He manages to take a little comfort, however, in one stray thought.
It's a place where people are taken out of this world … but also where others are welcomed in.
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