AN: Thanks for all the wonderful reviews. I really appreciate it. As for some of your questions: Amanda will appear in the story, or at least I have a part planned for her later. The truth is that sometimes my ideas change right in the middle of a story, so you never know. About the time frame - I usually make it a bit ambiguous. I'm not sure why exactly, but I usually do. Will this story be Kurrty? Strangely enough, the answer is somewhat complicated so you'll just have to wait and see. Okay, with all that said on to the third part:

It was quiet chaos outside of the infirmary. They were all gathered there; whispering, talking and hoping as they tried to look inside through the large window. However, a white curtain had been drawn inside and all that could be seen was indistinct shadows.

Kitty stood there waiting, her eyes filled with tears that she couldn't seem to cry. It was as if things were happening so fast, her emotions just couldn't seem to keep up. It had been only about two hours ago that she had been talking and laughing with Kurt, but now…

She shook her head. None of this felt real. Yet she had talked to Kurt about 2 hours earlier. She knew that. It was strange: things seemed to happened so quickly, yet the events of this morning felt as if they occurred a lifetime ago. And all of this waiting wasn't helping.

Please Kurt, she silently pleaded you have to be okay. You just have to.

A soft noise interrupted Kitty's thoughts and she looked up to see Rogue rejoining the group with Jean and Scott following behind her. Scott was using crutches, but seemed determined to reach the infirmary despite the obvious discomfort. "How is he?" he immediately asked when he was close enough.

Kitty opened her mouth, but couldn't seem to speak. It was Bobby who answered. "I don't know," he said, "Storm came out a few minutes ago and said that Kurt was awake, but we haven't heard anything else yet."

As if on cue, the curtain slid back slightly and Hank stepped out. He pushed the curtain back into place and then stepped into the hallway shutting the door behind him. Immediately, everyone began asking about Kurt's condition. Hank tried to put on a brave smile, but it was obvious that it was fake. Somehow, that scared Kitty more. He raised his hands as if trying to settle them down a bit.

"As you already know," he began, "Kurt regained consciousness a few minutes ago. His injuries have been taken care of and it appears like he's going to be fine."

A general sigh of relief rippled through the group. For some reason, Scott and Jean risked a quick glance at one another, but Kitty wasn't sure what they did that. "When can we see him?" Scott asked.

"Well," Hank started hesitantly, "Kurt just woke up and he is still very tired from the whole ordeal. I think it would be best for him to only have a couple of visitors for now. Then, we'll see how he feels in a few hours."

"I want to see him," Scott insisted.

"You need some rest yourself," Hank countered, "Don't worry. You can see him, just not right now. For now, we just want a couple of people to sit with him."

"I'll do it," Rogue offered.

"Me too," Kitty spoke up, surprised at how hoarse she sounded.

"Okay," he said to them, before turning his attention to the others. "The rest of you relax and go back to what you were doing before. Kurt will be ready for more visitors later."

There was some protest - especially from Scott who said that he really wanted to see Kurt now. However, Hank again reassured them that they would all be able to see Kurt later. Finally, everyone except Kitty, Rogue, and Hank had left the hallway. Now alone, Hank opened the door to the infirmary to let them inside, but stopped them before they reached the curtain.

"I need to tell you," he said in a soft voice, "that although Kurt is awake he is very confused and disoriented, but don't be afraid. That's perfectly normal after a serious accident, but that's why I didn't want everyone to see him right now."

Rogue looked concerned. "Is he really going to be okay?" she asked.

Again, Hank flashed his imitation smile. "I'm sure he'll be fine," he answered, a bit too quickly, "Like I said, this is perfectly normal. However, there are certain precautions that we'll need to take. We can't really let him sleep for the next 24 hours. He can nap for a half hour - an hour at the most but then you need to wake him. Talk to him - make sure he recognizes you."

Kitty was becoming more scared by the moment. "Are you afraid that Kurt has amnesia or something?"

"It's just normal procedure when somehow has…" He stopped suddenly, as if afraid to continue.

"Has what?" Rogue insisted.

He sighed. "Kurt does have a concussion, " he reluctantly admitted.

"But there's not going to be anything permanent is there?" Kitty ventured.

There was a long pause. "I'm not sure," he finally answered.

It felt as if the floor, the very foundation was shaking and crumbing beneath Kitty's feat. He wasn't sure? "What do you mean?" she asked.

"It's hard to tell," he said, "especially this early and I'm not really much of a doctor. But, of course we couldn't take him to a hospital." He shook his head, and for the first time Kitty could see just how scared he was. "Please," he said, "Don't let everyone know just how serious this situation is. I'm not asking you to lie, but there's a chance that Kurt will recover completely fine. There's no use ins scaring anyone needlessly." He didn't try to smile this time.

Stepping forward, he pulled back the curtain just enough for him to walk through and Kitty and Rogue followed. "Kurt," Hank said, "You have company."

Kurt was sitting in the bed, propped up by several pillows. He had been turned towards the far wall, but at the sound of Hanks voice, he rolled his head upon the pillows so that he would be looking at them.

There was large pieced of gauze taped to his left temple as well as bandages that was wrapped about his forehead. Even through the fur, his face appeared swollen and distorted, but that wasn't what upset Kitty the most. It was his eyes. Kurt's eyes had always appeared so bright and full of life. They could sparkle mischievously or glow with his smile. Yet now, his eyes were dull and flat. There seemed to be no life in them.

Rogue stepped forward. "Kurt?" she said softly.

"Rogue," Kurt responded. His voice was thick and slurred, but at least he had recognized her.

"I need to leave for a few minutes," Hank said, "but I'll be back. If you need anything, just hit the call button by the bed there."

"Okay," Rogue replied softly. With one last look around, Hank left the room.

Cautiously, Kitty approached the bed. "Hey Kurt," she greeted, "How are you doing?"

"My…head…hurts," Kurt replied, "I don't…know vhy."

Rogue glanced at Kitty before answering. "Well, there was an accident," she said.

"Acc…i…dent?" he repeated slowly.

"Yeah," Rogue continued, "some woman rammed into the side of Scott's car."

He blinked a few times. "Is Scott okay?" he asked.

Kitty almost laughed. It was just like Kurt to be asking about someone else when he was the one who was seriously hurt. "He hurt his leg," Kitty answered, "but he's okay."

"That's good," Kurt stated slowly.

"I'm just glad Jean realized that you guys had been in accident almost as soon as it had happened," Kitty added.

"Jean?" Kurt began, "Vas she…in the accident…too?"

"No," Rogue answered, "It was just you and Scott."

He seemed to consider that for a moment. "Is Scott okay?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah," Kitty replied, a little confused. Hadn't just asked that question?

"Good," he said, leaning back against the pillows. He didn't say anything for a few moments as he turned his attention back to the far wall.

"Kurt," Kitty said.

"My head hurts," he said, "Vhy…is it hurting so bad?"

"You were in an accident," Rogue reiterated.

"Accident? There vas an accident?"

"You don't remember?" Kitty asked.

"No," he replied, "but my head really hurts…I'm not sure vhy."

The tears that had filled Kitty's eyes for so long finally began to trace down her face. Kurt couldn't follow their conversation for more than a few minutes - and this could permanent. Trying to hold back the entire flood of tears, she ran from the room.

There was no one in the hallway, and thankfully she didn't run into anyone as she ran upstairs. Finally she reached her room and shut the door behind her before collapsing on the bed and letting all the tears that had collected inside her burst forth.

That was more than just a little confused and all she could of was what if Kurt was like that for the rest of his life. She thought back to this morning when they were laughing and she had been playfully pushing his hands away.

You were always pushing him away a cynical voice in her head announced, but she pushed aside.

What if that was the last real conversation she will ever have with Kurt? She shoved her face deep within her pillow as she cried. She just wanted her Kurt back. She had to think positive. After all, Kurt might be fine. He might be fine.

But she couldn't stop thinking about all the what ifs.

This section ended up being a little longer then the other and honestly I had trouble ending it. I hope everyone likes it. The next part should be up soon. Also, I'm planning on adding some info about me on the whatever you call it page where the stories are displayed.