No One's POV
BEEP. BEEP.
Rory is being rushed to the hospital.
"What happened?" A nurse asks.
"He was attacked in a classroom." Blaine answers.
"Were there any weapons involved?"
"I don't believe so."
BEEP. BEEP.
They unload him form the back of the ambulance, wheeling him into the ER.
"Is he going to be okay?" Sierra asks.
"I think so."
BEEP. BEEP.
"Taking him into surgery now." The nurse says. "You all will have to leave."
"But-" Natalie starts.
"Now."
BEEP. BEEP.
"He saved us." Nick says. "All of us."
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
Blaine's POV
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
The only noise in Rory's room is the steady beat from his heart monitor.
Just silence.
Beep. Beep.
All of us are crowded into Rory's room, waiting for him to wake up.
I can't believe this happened to him.
All because he stood up for Glee club.
Rory's such a sweet kid, sometimes too nice for his own good, but he NEVER deserved this.
NOBODY does.
I just look at his bruised face, dried blood from a cut on his lip and his forehead, along with the black eye, wrapped rib cage, and part of his head wrapped.
He looks so pale against the white sheets and bandages that wrap him.
I put my face in my hands and take a deep breath.
I lift my head back up to look at him.
His eyes start to squeeze shut and he takes a sharp breath in.
"Nurse!" I cry out the open door.
I stand up and walk over to him, the others moving their focus towards him. A nurse enters the room.
His eyes flutter open and he blinks a few times.
He then sits up and squeezes his eyes shut in pain.
"Sir," the nurse pushes him back down against his pillows, "you need to lie back down. The was damage done to your rib cage, and you have a slight concussion."
Rory relaxes a little and lays back down.
"Now, sir, do you know what your name is? Can you please tell me your name?" She asks, studying his face.
Rory closes his eyes and breathes. "My name is Rory Flanagan."
Everyone in the room sighs in relief.
He doesn't have amnesia.
The doctors were worried that he might from all the blows to his head.
The nurse smiles at him.
"Well, Rory, there are a lot of people here to see you." With that, she leaves the room.
"Rory, hey," I say, placing a hand on his shoulder, "how are you feeling?"
Rory breathes in. "Ow."
All of us let out a small, nervous laugh.
"Well at east he didn't knock the humor out of you. Welcome back, Rory."
"Thanks, Blaine."
"We should be the ones thanking you." Simon speaks up.
"Yeah, you're the one who stood up to Matt." Jack says.
"And you took quite a beating for us." Dana points out.
Rory laughs a little, before taking in a sharp breath of air and reaching for his ribs. He groans.
"Well, you guys stood up to Matt too. You protected me from him." He says. "Thank you."
"We'd do anything for you, Mr. Flanagan, just as you would do anything for us." Garrett says.
"My family. Do they-"
"They know, Rory, don't worry." He relaxes again. "We should probably let you get some rest."
"Alright."
"C'mon kids," I say, gesturing for them to leave, "Feel better, Rory."
"Thanks. I'll try."
With that, I shut the door to his room.
Mr. Schue gives me a hug.
"So I can tell his family everything is going to be okay?"
"Yes, Mr. Schue."
"Okay. Let me see if I can reach them. It was so hard to call them up, to tell them that they're son was in the hospital, knowing that they can't come see him. But they'll feel better once they know he's gonna be alright."
"They'll be relieved."
Rory's POV...A Few Hours Later...
Beep. Beep.
Man, does that thing get annoying after a while or what?
I open my eyes to see Kris sitting in a chair next to my bed.
"Hey," she says, brushing some of the hair out of my eyes, "did you have a good rest?"
"Yeah, I guess so." She shakes her head, looking down. "What?"
"Nothing."
"What time is it?"
"Late. I'm not really sure."
"You should go home, Kris, you have school tomorrow, and you'll need your rest."
"You sound like all your doctors."
"Well, doctors are smart people."
"Whatever." She says, not moving from her chair. "Anyway, we have to talk about something."
"What?" I ask. She looks at me and raises an eyebrow. "Oh...that."
"Yeah, 'that.' What was it for, anyway, I thought we agreed that there was nothing between us."
"I know, it's just as we parted, I was just looking at pictures and memories in the hall, and it made me think of all the chances I didn't take."
"What?"
"I never really did anything with Sugar, and, maybe, if I had, she'd still be with me. I really cared about her, and I let her slip away."
"So, you're saying you still have feelings for Sugar? She's married now, Rory."
"No, that's not what I mean. What I'm trying to say is, I'm not going to make the same mistake with you." Kris just stares at me.
"Are, are you serious?" She asks. I nod. She looks down and smiles, blushing. She takes my hand.
"Why? Is there something really wrong about it?"
"No, it's just that every time I like someone, I either get shot down or cheated on, but you, you're different."
"Is that a problem?"
"Not at all."
"Get better, Rory, please."
"I will try my best." She lets go of my hand and exits the hospital room, smiling.
