At the top of the mountain, Kurt really hated himself for letting Blaine drag him into going skiing. It was spring break at NYADA, and they had saved up enough money to take a little trip, but Blaine turned it into a big trip. A ski trip of all things. Apparently he went all the time with his family, but Kurt had never been. He was more of a beach person, even though he couldn't get a tan to save his life. He had to go to ski school, which was the most embarrassing thing ever, but Blaine went with him just so he wouldn't be alone. He even hung back with him to do the easy hills.
It was their second day, and he finally gained the confidence to go a little higher than the bunny slopes. The hill was a green, which meant it was easy according to the map, but it looked steep and dangerous to him. He wasn't good at turning, and there was a sharp turn about halfway down. There was no other way down the mountain, so he tried to take it nice and slow, but his speed quickly got away from him. After falling at least four times, he was ready to quit and just go sit in the hot tub at the hotel, but Blaine tried to get him to keep going. The turn was coming up, and he felt his hands get sweaty as he started to ski again.
They started to round the turn, but his speed got away from him again, and he couldn't turn. It was awfully narrow, and he was nearing the trees. He couldn't turn or stop or do anything, but he remembered what they told him at ski school. They told him to fall onto his side if he couldn't stop any other way, so he leaned over to the right just in time. The lower half of his body smacked into a tree, and suddenly pain shot up his leg. He screamed as he finally came to a stop. The pain in his leg took over his whole body, and he couldn't stop screaming. Blaine stopped beside him, snapped off his skis, and sat down by his head.
"Kurt, Kurt," he said. "It's okay. Hold my hand, it's gonna be okay." He let out a low moan as he started to get that pins and needles feeling from his knee to his toes. "Where's it hurt?"
"Leg," he choked out. "Left leg, down low." Blaine whipped out his phone and called someone. Is he talking to 911? No, an ambulance can't come up here. He cried out again in pain and squeezed his hand. Blaine finished talking and hung up, then turned back to him.
"People are coming to help you," he told him. "Just stay still. It's going to be okay, I promise."
"I wanna go h-home," he sobbed. "Take me home."
"I will, love, we can leave as soon as we get down the mountain. Take deep breaths, that's gonna help you." Kurt tried, he really did, but he couldn't focus on anything but the razor sharp pain.
"Am I gonna die?" he asked.
"Of course not, baby. You're gonna be just fine. We're gonna get your leg feeling better."
"Did I break it?" other than hurting his wrist a few months earlier, he'd never broken a bone, but this felt a hundred times worse than his wrist.
"I don't know, honey. Whatever is wrong, we're going to get it fixed. Don't worry." Kurt started to cry again, his mind jumping to the conclusion that it was broken. "Deep breaths, Kurt. Come on, I don't want you passing out."
"I want my dad!" he cried out. "I wanna go home, Blaine. I'm cold and I hate skiing!"
"Kurt, you never have to ski again, but you need to just take a breath. You were doing so good, keep trying," he told him.
"It hurts," he sobbed, moaning again.
"I know, baby. I know. They'll give you some medicine to help it stop." Kurt felt like he was going to throw up. He squeezed both of Blaine's hands and worked on taking deep breaths.
"I want my dad," he pleaded. "I'm cold."
"We'll get you warmed up, and then we can call your dad. Keep holding onto me, I got you."
What seemed like an eternity later, two people showed up in bright red jackets.
"Kurt, we're from ski patrol, we're going to get you down the mountain, but first we have to immobilize your leg."
"Will it hurt?" he asked. He didn't care about anything else, just that it wouldn't hurt him.
"Maybe a little bit, but we'll move fast so it's over with."
"Hold my hands," Blaine told him, moving up above his head. Kurt squeezed his hands and cried out as they straightened his knee. He squeezed his eyes shut tight and tried to take a breath, but it caught in his throat and he screamed again. They picked him up and set him on a big board, and then tucked blankets around him and strapped him down onto it.
"Blaine," he moaned, suddenly realizing he wasn't holding his hand anymore.
"Blaine's going to ski down behind us and meet up with us at the bottom," one of them explained. "It'll just be a few minutes." Kurt nodded, and closed his eyes as they took him to the bottom of the slope. He managed to stop crying, but the excruciating pain was still there.
At the base of the mountain, they took him to a little building and a bunch of people picked him up and moved him onto a gurney.
"Where's Blaine?" he asked. "I need Blaine."
"He's coming. Hold still." They took him inside and pulled his coat off. He was sitting in a waiting area for several minutes before he saw Blaine come through the door. Kurt pulled off his gloves and grabbed onto his hand.
"Blaine, it hurts," he whimpered. Blaine kissed the top of his head and squeezed his hand.
"I know, love. We're getting it fixed," he reassured him. "I'm right here, I won't leave again." A nurse came over to them and asked a bunch of questions. Blaine answered most of them for him so he didn't have to try and come up with an answer. After that, they wheeled him down a hallway and into a tiny room. They moved him onto a hard table and he started to cry again from all the movement. The nurse checked his temperature and hooked him up to a blood pressure cuff and put a little clip on his index finger and some tubes in his nose that tickled. She cleaned off the back of his hand and he realized she was putting an IV in him.
"Blaine, I wanna go home, I don't want an IV," he begged. "Please. It hurts."
"Hold my hand. Just squeeze my hand and it'll be over in one second," he said. Kurt squeezed his hand and cried out as he felt the needle go in, and then his entire arm felt cold and numb. "There you go. It's all done."
"Kurt, we're going to x-ray your leg real quick. We need you to hold really still and then we'll be done." He nodded and looked up at Blaine as they positioned it. They made him stand back while they took the pictures, but then he came back.
"Don't leave again," he told him.
"I won't, I'm gonna stay with you for good now," he promised. They picked him up again and moved him into a new room, and put him on a bigger bed. It was bright and Kurt's eyes hurt from crying, and it was just him and Blaine in the room. He looked down at the IV and clip on his finger.
"Blaine, there's a worm on my finger," he panicked, showing it to him. Blaine chuckled.
"Baby, that's not a worm. I think the medicine is starting to work. How's your leg feeling?" Kurt shrugged his shoulders.
"Can we go home?" he asked. "I don't like it here. I hated skiing."
"We can go home, and it's gonna be okay. We'll get out of here as soon as we can and we never have to ski again. It's spring break, we should've gone to the beach with everyone else." Kurt sighed and closed his eyes, holding onto Blaine.
A doctor and the same nurse entered, and he pulled up his x-rays on the computer screen. Kurt strained his neck to see them and immediately turned back to Blaine. His leg was broken badly. He saw the two bones clearly, and they were both snapped like twigs. He had broken his wrist four months earlier ice-skating, but it was just a little hairline fracture, the doctor called it. This looked much worse.
"You broke your leg pretty good," the doctor told him. "It's okay, though, we see this all the time. We're going to put it in a splint, and then when you get home an orthopedic doctor will cast it." Kurt nodded. No more dance at NYADA, he thought to himself. "We're going to cut your ski pants off, and then take your boot off." Kurt turned his head to the side so he wouldn't have to see any of it. He felt them cut his pants off, and even though he had on sweatpants underneath, he was freezing. He started to shiver and he couldn't stop, and it hurt his leg.
"I'm shaking, why'm I shaking?" he asked.
"That's what happens when you break a bone," the doctor said. "We'll get you a blanket." The nurse put a heated blanket on him and he pulled it up to his chest. They started working on getting his ski boot off, and it started to hurt all over again. He squeezed Blaine's hand and dug his fingernails into his skin as he cried. He heard the monitor beep like crazy behind him, but he couldn't breathe. Pain shot up and down his leg and wouldn't stop.
"Kurt, breathe," Blaine reminded him. "You have to breathe." He choked and managed to take a breath. Blaine wiped his tears from his cheeks and kissed his forehead. "It's over. You're all done. That was the worst part, now just breathe."
"I can't, there's things in my nose," he grumbled. The doctor and nurse started wrapping his leg, which felt worse than taking the boot off. He tried to breathe, but it hurt too bad. He started crying again, and even Blaine couldn't help. He covered his face with his arms and tried to keep from screaming. Nothing had hurt that bad before in his life. He felt them lay his leg down on a pillow, and he finally could relax. The monitor settled down and he finally could take a breath again. The doctor and nurse left, and it was just him and Blaine again. "Are we done?"
"Yeah, I think they went to get the papers to sign you out," he said. "You did good."
"I broke my leg." When he said it out loud it sounded worse. He got upset and started to cry again.
"No, don't cry. It's gonna be okay. I'm gonna take good care of you." Kurt grinned at the thought of Blaine waiting on him hand and foot. "They'll give you some pain medicine so you won't always feel this bad. I'll get you whatever you want."
Twenty minutes later they were back at their hotel, and Kurt was in bed. Blaine gave him some pain pills and made him eat some soup, and he started to feel funny.
"Why do I feel weird?" he asked him, scared something else was wrong.
"You're on some strong painkillers. You need to try to go to sleep. I'm gonna pack up and we can leave when you wake up."
"I wanna leave now," he whined.
"No, babe. You're tired; you just need a little rest. When you wake up we can leave."
Kurt was too tired to argue. He closed his eyes and felt too exhausted to even think. He felt Blaine kiss his cheek and he smiled, thankful Blaine was right by his side.
Author's Notes:
So this is how I broke my leg. I was skiing about a month ago with friends and this is basically how it happened. I just wrote it with Kurt, so that's why it's so long and detailed. The silly things he says while on pain medication are also quotes from myself, I got freaked out that a "worm" was on my finger and was mad at the doctor because there wasn't a TV in the waiting room.
Plus, I can totally picture Blaine's family being really outdoorsy and going skiing every winter and stuff, and Kurt wouldn't object to going because he didn't want to hurt his feelings by saying no.
One last thing, thank you for giving me all your prompts and suggestions for this story! I have a list and I'm going to write everything eventually, so hang with me here!