Blaine fumbled with the lock on the door to his and Kurt's New York apartment, and was surprised to find it was already unlocked. He went inside and could tell Kurt had been there. His shoes were in the living room, his jacket draped over the couch, and his tie and belt on the floor. He frowned as he picked his things up. Kurt would normally never leave such a mess.
"Kurt?" he called out. "I'm home!" Kurt had two morning classes at NYADA, and then was working at Vogue for the afternoon until five o'clock. Blaine had four classes at NYADA, and it was only 2:45 in the afternoon. He hadn't gotten an answer, so he went into the bedroom to put his things away. To his surprise, Kurt was in bed, sound asleep. He wasn't even in pajamas; he was still wearing his dress shirt and pants. He was shivering in his sleep, so Blaine covered him up and kissed his forehead. He stood up and frowned. He felt warm, like he had a fever. When Blaine thought about it, he seemed paler than usual. And why else would he be napping in the middle of the afternoon? He decided to wake him up so that he could get him a little more comfortable. "Kurt, wake up, honey." He squeezed his shoulder. Kurt blinked several times before looking up at Blaine.
"Blaine." He sounded surprised and confused. "You're home?"
"Yeah, it's almost three in the afternoon. When did you get home?" he asked him.
"12:30. Isabelle sent me home," he said. "'m okay, though."
"Why'd she send you home?" he walked over to the dresser and got him a pair of pajamas to put on.
"I threw up," he confessed. "I threw up, but I'm okay, promise."
"Change out of those clothes. How long have you felt bad?" he tried to think back to that morning, but Kurt seemed perfectly fine then. He unbuttoned his shirt and slid on the pajama top.
"Last night my stomach hurt. I took medicine when I woke up in the middle of the night, but it didn't help and I felt sick at NYADA, and when I got to work I felt worse, and I went to the bathroom and threw up, and someone told Isabelle and she made me leave," he explained. He was getting upset and began to shiver as he pulled on his pajama pants. Blaine tucked him in again and brushed his hair off of his forehead.
"Honey, you should have told me. I don't want you to keep it from me if you're feeling sick," he told him. "I can't help you if you don't talk to me."
"S-sorry," he apologized. Blaine wasn't mad at him, but he didn't want Kurt to think he was.
"It's okay. I'm not mad at you, you don't have to apologize, baby." He kissed his forehead again and tried to read his face. He looked miserable and exhausted. "Have you had any medicine today?"
"I took some Tylenol at NYADA that I brought with me. It didn't help." Blaine pressed his palm to his forehead and confirmed he had a fever.
"Is your stomach the only thing that hurts?" Kurt nodded and curled up on his side. "Okay, sit tight for one minute. I'll go get you something." Kurt closed his eyes, and Blaine went into the kitchen. He tried not to worry too much about him being sick, but he was admittedly a little bit concerned. Kurt never got sick, and suddenly he had a fever and was throwing up. He got him some Pepto-Bismol and a cup of ginger ale. "Here, honey. Can you sit up a little?" Kurt pushed himself up onto his elbows and swallowed the medicine. He gagged but managed to keep it down.
"It tastes gross," he grumbled.
"I know, but it should help your stomach feel a little better. Do you want to go back to sleep now?" he asked. He shook his head.
"I'm not tired enough, but will you stay here? I'm cold." Blaine kicked off his shoes and crawled into the bed next to his boyfriend. Kurt turned and laid his head on his chest. "Can we watch Sound of Music?" Blaine smiled. He always wanted to watch that when he was having a bad day and it would always help him feel a little better. He turned on the TV and played the movie for him.
Kurt was awake for the first hour, but Blaine noticed he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. Finally, he completely relaxed and went limp in his arms. Blaine turned off the TV so he could rest. He couldn't get up since Kurt was laying on him, but he figured a nap would be good for him, too. And if Kurt wasn't feeling better, it was going to be a long night for both of them.
Blaine didn't realize he had fallen asleep until he was woken up by Kurt moving next to him.
"Kurt?" he said, unsure if he was awake. He finally settled and looked over at him.
"What?" he asked weakly.
"How do you feel? Does your stomach feel better?" Kurt closed his eyes and shook his head. He pulled the blankets up around his chin and sighed. Blaine didn't know what else to do for him. He couldn't have more medicine, and he had already gotten him tucked in and comfortable in bed. "Do you want me to make you some soup or something?" Kurt shook his head slowly and moaned. He scooted over until he was pressed up against Blaine. He seemed to relax, but then suddenly he sat up. "Kurt? Kurt, what's the matter?" he stumbled into the bathroom, and Blaine hurried behind him. Kurt sat on the edge of the bathtub and flipped the lid of the toilet up. Blaine sat beside him and patted his back as he leaned over to throw up. Blaine looked away, but he could still hear how horrible he sounded.
"Blaine-" Kurt choked. He turned back to him and realized he was shaking like a leaf. All the color was drained from his face, except for his pink flushed cheeks.
"It's okay. You're gonna be okay, honey. Do you think you're gonna throw up again?"
"I dunno. It hurts," he croaked, his voice cracking.
"Okay, just sit tight. I'll get you a drink so you can rinse your mouth out, then you can go get back in bed." He went into the kitchen to get him some water. Kurt was still leaning heavily over the toilet, but he hadn't thrown up again. "Here you go, take a drink." After he rinsed his mouth out and got cleaned up, Blaine helped him get back in bed. He was sweaty, but still shivering. He put a pair of socks on his feet and tried to help him get comfortable, but he still seemed miserable. His fever only seemed to be getting higher. He considered calling his doctor, but it was a Friday afternoon and he probably wouldn't be able to see him. Besides, Blaine was confident he could take care of him all on his own. And, if it got bad enough he could always take him to the emergency room, but that was a last resort. Kurt hated hospitals and doctors and needles and anything to do with it, so Blaine was determined to help him get better on his own.
"I'm gonna make you a little bit of soup. You don't have to eat a lot, but you need something in your stomach," he said. Kurt didn't respond, so he sighed and went into the kitchen. He heated up a can of chicken soup and put a few saltine crackers on a plate. He helped Kurt to sit up and sat with him while he tried to eat a few bites.
"I don't wanna eat," he complained. "My stomach hurts." Blaine took the plate and bowl from him.
"Okay, you don't have to. Hang on, I'll be right back." Blaine took his dishes into the kitchen and set them in the sink. "Babe, do you want to watch a movie?" he called to him.
"Yeah," he replied weakly. Blaine went to their DVD shelf and picked out some of his favorite movies. He grabbed Twilight, Mean Girls, Moulin Rouge, Pretty Woman, and Cinderella. He went back into the bedroom and handed him the movie cases. He picked Mean Girls, so Blaine put the movie in the DVD player and got back in bed next to him. Kurt sat up and laid his head on his shoulder.
"Are you warm enough?" he asked.
"'m okay," he mumbled, curling up next to him. Blaine draped his arm around his shoulders and played with his hair as the movie began.
He expected Kurt to fall asleep, but he managed to stay awake throughout the whole movie. It was only 8:30, and he kept saying he didn't want to go to sleep, so they watched Cinderella. By 9:30, Kurt was more asleep than awake.
"Kurt, don't go to sleep yet. Lemme get you some more medicine, and then I'll lay down with you and you can sleep," he said.
"No Pepto-Bismol," he murmured.
"I know. I'm gonna give you some Tylenol. That should bring your fever down a little." He opened the medicine cabinet in the kitchen and found a bottle of extra strength Tylenol. He fished out two pills and helped him sit up so he wouldn't choke. Blaine finally changed into pajamas and crawled in bed next to his sick boyfriend. He stayed awake until he was sure Kurt was sound asleep.
Blaine woke up once in the middle of the night to help him when he threw up again, but he was hardly awake. Kurt kept apologizing for waking him up, but he just cared about helping him feel better. He tucked him in bed and went back to sleep.
He was woken up again by a cry. He sat up and looked down at Kurt. He was curled up, his knees drawn up to his chest, and moaning.
"Kurt? Kurt, what's wrong?" he seemed to really be in pain.
"H-hurts. Make it stop," he pleaded. Blaine panicked. He knew Kurt was sick, but he seemed to have gotten much worse since the last time he woke up.
"Okay, it's okay. Are you going to be sick?" Kurt nodded and Blaine sat him up. Before he could even get him out of bed to the bathroom, he choked and threw up on his pajamas and the sheets. He started to cry and wrapped his arms around his stomach. Blaine got up and pulled him into the bathroom. He sat him on the edge of the bathtub and pulled his shirt off. "Kurt, it's okay. Don't cry, you're gonna be okay. Sit still, let me get you cleaned up."
"No, my stomach hurts," he moaned. Blaine got a damp washcloth and pressed it to his forehead.
"It's okay, I'll fix it," he promised. He went back into their bedroom and grabbed the bottle of Pepto-Bismol and his cup of water. "Here. I know you don't like this stuff, but you can't keep throwing up." He forced him to swallow the medicine, but then quickly gave him a drink of water. "There you go. Now just take a deep breath." He sat next to him and rubbed his back, trying to get him to stop crying. He didn't want him to be in any pain, but nothing he did was helping him. Blaine couldn't help but feel guilty, like he was the one making him feel so awful. He seemed to calm down, but after a few minutes he moaned and threw up into the toilet. "Oh, honey." Kurt kept getting sick until there was nothing left. He struggled to catch his breath and was trying hard not to cry again. "Kurt, it's gonna be okay. He took the washcloth and cleaned off his face, and Kurt still insisted his stomach was hurting. Blaine didn't know what else to do for him. He couldn't even keep down medicine or water down, and he was worried about him getting dehydrated.
"'m cold," he slurred, exhausted and in pain.
"I know, love. It's gonna be okay. How bad does your stomach hurt?" he asked.
"Bad. I think it's safe to say I'm sick." Blaine kissed him on the temple and realized he was burning up. His fever had to be much higher. With his fever, constant pain, and vomiting, Blaine knew he had to get some help for him. He helped him up and sat him on the foot of their bed. He put a clean shirt on him and put shoes on him. "Where're we going?" he mumbled.
"We're gonna go to the emergency room. You're really sick, baby, we've got to get you some help," he told him gently. He knew he was going to try to fight him, but he was taking him no matter what. He quickly put jeans and a sweatshirt on and grabbed his car keys.
"No," he pleaded. "Please, Blaine. I'm okay, let me sleep."
"Kurt, just take a deep breath. Look at me." Kurt obeyed, looking terrified. "We won't be gone long, and I'm going to be with you the whole time. It's gonna be okay, and they can give you medicine to help you stop throwing up. Come on, I'm gonna help you walk to the car. Put your arm around my shoulders and I'll help hold you up." Kurt nodded and he walked him out the door, not bothering to lock it behind him. "I got you. You're doing good, keep going." Just walking proved to be exhausting for him, even when Blaine was supporting most of his weight. He got him downstairs and into the passenger seat of the car. After buckling him in he came around to the passenger seat and backed out of the parking space. He held onto Kurt's hand and turned some heat on so he wouldn't get cold.
"Do I hafta get a shot?" he asked. They were probably going to give him an IV, but he didn't want him to get scared before they even got to the hospital, so he lied.
"I don't know, but if you do then I'm gonna help you through it. Okay?" Kurt nodded and leaned his head against the window of the car.
After an uneventful drive, Blaine pulled into the emergency room parking lot and quickly helped Kurt out.
"'m dizzy," he moaned. Blaine didn't say anything. He didn't want to make him even more worried. On a normal basis, Kurt would insist that he was fine, and try to hide the fact that he was really sick. Blaine knew when none of that took place that he was a lot worse off than he seemed. He just wanted to get him help so he could sleep peacefully and stop throwing up. He led him inside the ER and sat him down in one of the chairs.
"Sit here. I'm gonna go sign you in. I'll be right back." Blaine went up to the front desk and signed in his name, and the receptionist handed him a clipboard full of forms. He took the seat next to Kurt and filled out all the papers in less than ten minutes. He gave them back to the receptionist and sat with him while they waited for the doctor.
"When can we go home?" he asked.
"As soon as we get you feeling better. I don't like seeing you sick," he said. "How's your stomach feeling?"
"Bad. It's on the side, it hurts to walk," he explained. That comment had Blaine worried all over again. Whatever was wrong could easily be his spleen or appendix. He didn't even want to think what would happen if Kurt needed surgery. He pushed the thoughts aside and tried to focus on helping him get better.
"Kurt Hummel." A nurse appeared, holding his clipboard of papers.
"I don' wanna walk," he pleaded.
"We'll get you in a wheelchair." Blaine helped him to his feet and the nurse came over to help. She got him a wheelchair to sit in and pushed him down the hall. There was a row of beds, each sectioned off by curtains, and the nurse pulled the curtain shut as Blaine got him on the bed. Kurt winced in pain and the nurse looked over his papers.
"Kurt, my name is Amy. What's been going on tonight?" she asked. Kurt looked over at Blaine to explain.
"I came home from my classes today and he was in bed asleep, and he had a fever and said his stomach hurt. I woke him up and he said he started to feel sick last night, but he didn't say anything. He can't keep any food down, and he woke up about an hour ago and wouldn't stop throwing up, and he said it was hurting really bad. In the waiting room he said it hurt on his side."
The nurse checked his temperature, blood pressure, and listened to his heart and lungs.
"You've got a fever of 102.8, with a low blood pressure and high pulse," she said casually. Blaine was certain he'd never had a fever that high. He held onto Kurt's hand and let him squeeze it as Amy wrote everything down. She laid the bed down and pulled up his shirt to his chest. "I'm gonna feel around your stomach a little bit. I want you to tell me when I get to the place where it hurts the most. Kurt nodded apprehensively and took a better grip on Blaine's hand. The nurse pressed all over him, but when she got to his right side down low by his hip, he let out a cry unlike anything Blaine had heard. He batted her hand away and squeezed Blaine's fingers until they turned purple. It had caught him off guard; he was just lying there one minute, and then he was crying in pain.
"Kurt, it's okay," he told him. "It's over. You're okay, honey." He wiped the tears from his cheeks and continued to try to get him calm again. The nurse wrote something else down and helped him sit up again.
"Kurt, I won't touch it anymore, okay? I'm going to get you some pain medicine and something to help rehydrate you," she said. Kurt nodded at her hesitantly. "I'm gonna have you change into this gown, just so it's easier for us to examine you." She set a folded hospital gown down on the foot of the bed and then left.
"Blaine, take me home," he begged. "It hurts. Please." Kurt grabbed at his shirt collar and pulled him close to him. Blaine peeled his fingers off and held his hand.
"We'll go home soon, I promise. We have to get you feeling better, though. Once you're doing better then we can go home and you can sleep." Kurt closed his eyes and sighed. Blaine ran his fingers through his sweaty hair and looked at his face. He was pale as a ghost and had dark circles under his eyes. He would've taken his place in a heartbeat if it meant Kurt didn't have to go through that. He carefully helped him change, aware of his tender side. He didn't even grumble about having to wear the gown.
The curtain was pulled back and Amy returned with an older man in a white lab coat. He introduced himself as Dr. Bennett and started asking Kurt all sorts of questions.
"Kurt, when was the last time you ate or drank?"
"Uh, at home. An hour ago I drank some water but I threw up." He nodded and wrote his answer down. Meanwhile, the nurse was cleaning off the back of his hand for the IV.
"When did you first throw up?"
"Early yesterday afternoon." The nurse got the needle ready, and Kurt saw what she was doing and flipped. "Blaine, no, don't make me get one. Please." Blaine leaned over by his face and kissed him on the tip of his nose.
"Kurt, just take a deep breath. It's gonna be okay, it won't take long. Just close your eyes and look at me, not the tube. Once we get this in place you'll start to feel better. Don't cry, it'll only be a quick pinch." He sat up, and the nurse immediately stuck the needle in his hand. Kurt cried out and tried to pull away, but Blaine held his arm in place so she could finish. Once she got it taped down, Kurt finally relaxed a little bit and took a deep breath like Blaine told him to.
"Kurt," the doctor began, "looking at all of your symptoms, you have a classis case of appendicitis." What? No. That was the exact thing Blaine had been afraid of in the waiting room. He looked at Kurt and vice versa.
"Blaine-" he started.
"It's okay, it's gonna be okay Kurt. I promise. Don't be scared," he told him as he looked at the doctor. "When will his surgery be?"
"We can get him in the OR in about two hours, but we'll move him to a pre-op room now to prep him," he explained. Kurt squeezed his hand tightly, but Blaine continued to talk to the doctor.
"How long should it take?" he asked. He hated thought of having to sit in a waiting room alone for any amount of time, unsure if he was okay or not.
"One to two hours. It's a simple procedure." He turned to the nurse. "Let's get him moved upstairs and keep an eye on him until we take him in to surgery." The nurse nodded, and everything moved too fast from that point. They got Kurt in a wheelchair and moved him into a room on the next floor, went through the ordeal of giving him another IV, and delivered mountains of paperwork for them both to sign. Once it was all over, they left him to rest until time for the surgery.
"I don't want surgery," he begged. "Please, Blaine. I wanna go home." The only thing Blaine wanted was for him to not cry again.
"I know, Kurt. I know you don't want to, but once you wake up you're gonna be feeling a lot better. And I'm not gonna leave you, I'll be here with you every minute until you get to go home. You're not gonna feel anything in the surgery, and they'll have you on strong medicine so you won't feel a thing afterwards. I can't be in the room with you, but I'll be right out in the waiting room the entire time. Okay?" Kurt nodded and grabbed Blaine's hand.
"I'm still scared," he admitted.
"Do you wanna call your dad?" he suggested. "I bet he'd like to hear how you're doing." Kurt nodded, and Blaine pulled out his phone and dialed Burt Hummel. Once it was ringing he handed it over to Kurt. The volume was loud enough he could hear what he was saying on the other line.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Dad," Kurt said, smiling. "Sorry I woke you up."
"It's fine, bud. Why are you calling me at 4:30 AM though?"
"I-I got sick. I felt bad after dinner the other night and I threw up a lot, and B-Blaine took me to the emergency room and I hafta have s-surgery," he choked out, beginning to cry. Blaine stroked his hair and tried to help him, but he couldn't stop crying. Kurt handed the phone back to him.
"Mr. Hummel, it's Blaine," he said.
"What the heck is going on?" he asked, sounding freaked out.
"He's been throwing up nonstop since I got home from NYADA at 3 in the afternoon, and he had a fever and was getting dehydrated, so I drove him to the emergency room. They poked around on him and said he's got appendicitis. He's going into surgery in about an hour and a half." He tried to lay it on him gently, but he could hear him in the background. He was whispering to Carole and breathing quickly.
"Oh, gosh. Oh my gosh. That's why he was crying. How is he? Is he in a lot of pain?" he asked.
"They gave him some pain medicine which has helped a little bit, but he's still really worried about the surgery. I'm doing the best I can to calm him down, but nothing's really worked," he explained.
"Can I talk to him?" he asked.
"Yeah, hang on." Kurt was calming down enough to talk.
"D-Dad. Sorry."
"It's okay, bud. You're gonna be just fine, so there's no need to worry. Blaine's there with you, he's taking great care of you, and you'll be home pretty soon. Have you gotten any sleep?"
"None at the hospital. A few hours here and there at home."
"I think you're tired, buddy. Listen. Hang up and lay down and close your eyes. All you need right now is to get some rest. Can you do that?"
"Uh huh."
"Good. I'm gonna hang up, but I'll talk to you as soon as you wake up, okay?"
"Yeah."
"I love you, Kurt. Try not to be scared. You're gonna do great."
"Love you." Blaine could tell he was getting sleepy. He handed the phone to Blaine again.
"It's me now. He's already pretty tired. I'll let you go, Mr. Hummel, but I'll be sure to call you with an update," he said.
"Thanks, Blaine. And thanks for taking such good care of him. I appreciate it."
"Not a problem. Goodnight." He heard a click, and put his phone back in his pocket. "Are you ready to sleep?" Kurt nodded. Blaine kissed his forehead. "Okay. I'm gonna be right here." He watched him slowly doze off, and he felt like he could finally relax once he was asleep. He leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes for a few seconds.
When he woke up and looked at his phone, it was almost six. They would be in any minute to take Kurt away. He looked over at him, and thankfully he was still asleep. A few seconds later there was a soft knock on the door, and both the nurse and doctor came in quietly.
"He finally fell asleep. That's very good," she said softly. Blaine nodded.
"We're ready to take him in now," the doctor said. "You can wake him up to talk to him for a minute or two, if you'd like. Blaine thought it over. He wanted to get one last chance to talk to him before the surgery, but he didn't want him all worked up again. He leaned over him and patted his upper arm.
"Kurt, baby, open your eyes," he whispered. Kurt woke up and looked at him.
"Blaine. M' stomach hurts. You said it would stop hurting," he groaned.
"Baby, you haven't had the surgery yet. They're just about to take you in. Don't get upset now, there's no need. Remember what I told you? I'm gonna be right down the hall, and then I'll be with you when you wake up. You're gonna do just fine."
"I don't want you to go," he choked out as he began to tense up. "Please, Blaine."
"Kurt, I'm not going anywhere. I'll be right down there. Come on, love; the doctors are ready for you. You're going to be just fine, I promise. I'll see you really soon. I love you."
"Love you," he said, his chin trembling. Blaine kissed his cheek lightly and watched as they took him out of the room down the hall and past a set of double doors. He turned around and walked down to the waiting room and sat in one of the uncomfortable chairs to begin his wait.
When the two-hour mark passed, he began to get worried. All of the worst possible scenarios popped into his head, and he was honestly a nervous wreck. Finally, he saw the nurse Amy the nurse come over to him and stood up, prepared for the worst.
"How is he?" he asked anxiously.
"He did just fine. They did an open incision instead of a laparoscopy procedure because his symptoms had been going on for more than a day, and he was at high risk for his appendix rupturing. Luckily it didn't, but he's going to have a bigger scar. We've got him in recovery right now where he'll stay for a few hours, and then we'll move him into his own room where he'll stay until he goes home. The surgery went well and his fever is already coming down. Would you like to see him?" Blaine breathed a sigh of relief. Kurt was okay. He was going to be fine.
He followed her down the hall into a room similar to the one they were in before. It was dark, but he could barely make out the figure on the bed. She flicked a lamp on, which cast dim light over Kurt's body. He was lying flat on his back, covered in a thin blanket. He had an oxygen cannula in his nose, several more IVs in his right arm, a little clip on his index finger, and a blood pressure cuff around his upper arm. Blaine took his hand and sat down by him.
"He's doing really good right now. He should wake up in about thirty minutes to an hour. When he wakes up he'll be pretty groggy, but that's completely normal. Hit this button here when he wakes up," she pointed to a panel on the wall, "and we'll come take a look at him." Blaine thanked her, not taking his eyes off Kurt. He heard her leave and gave his hand a little squeeze.
"I'm so glad you're okay," he whispered, running his thumb over his knuckles. He kissed is forehead and could tell his fever was better.
He didn't realize he had dozed off until he felt Kurt squeezing his hand. His eyes shot open and he looked down at him.
"Kurt?" he said softly. "Baby, can you hear me?" he coughed, and let out a weak moan. His eyelids fluttered open and he looked over at Blaine. "Hi, honey. How are you?"
"Cold." Blaine pulled the blanket up to his chin.
"I'll get you another blanket. Does your stomach still hurt?"
"Little bit," he mumbled. Blaine remembered he needed to call the nurse, so he pressed the button on the wall. He stroked his hair and kissed his hand. "I don't… I don't remember going to sleep."
"You were asleep. You just woke up for a few minutes before they took you to surgery," he explained.
"'m confused."
"It's okay." He smiled at him. "It's gonna be okay. Are you feeling kind of funny?" Kurt nodded. "They gave you a lot of painkillers, that's why. It'll go away after a little bit."
"Oh. I'm tired."
"Stay awake for a minute. Nurse Amy is gonna check on you, then you can sleep. Okay?" Kurt nodded again and closed his eyes. There was a soft knock on the door, and the nurse came in. Kurt looked up at her when she came in.
"Look who's awake," she said. "How are you feeling, Kurt? Any pain?"
"A little. 'm cold." Nurse Amy opened a small closet door in the corner of the room and got him another blanket, identical to the one he already had.
"There you go. If you're still cold then there are a few more in there." She removed the oxygen tube from his nose, the blood pressure cuff, and the finger clip. She wrote something down on his chart and turned to Blaine. "His vital signs are looking pretty good. We'll let him rest for a few hours, and then come back and see how he is."
"Alright. Thank you," he said. She nodded at him and left.
"I can sleep?" Kurt asked.
"Mm hmm. Get some rest. I'll be right here when you wake up."
It literally took him no more than a minute to fall back asleep. He seemed much more comfortable and relaxed, which was a good sign. Blaine sat there watching him, making sure he was sleeping soundly.
He only slept for about half an hour, and seemed much more alert when he woke up.
"How are you feeling, honey?" he asked.
"Better. Kinda sore," he said. "Can I go home yet?"
"Not yet. You've barely been out of surgery for an hour. They're gonna move you into a new room in a couple hours," he told him. Kurt nodded and rubbed his eyes with the backs of his hands.
Blaine let him call his dad again, and he said that he was coming up to see how he was doing. Kurt was excited to see him, and quickly wore himself out. The nurse moved him to a different room with a flat screen TV on the wall, but he fell asleep. That was how the rest of the day went. Kurt slept on and off, the strong pain medicine taking effect. They got him started drinking clear liquids by the evening, but he couldn't keep anything down. It scared Blaine because of what he had just gone through, but the nurse assured him it was okay. They let him sleep in his room with him on the couch in his room, but he stayed awake. He wasn't going to let anything go wrong or hurt him; he knew they both were already overwhelmed with the past 24 hours. Kurt was completely helpless and dependent on him, and he couldn't just let anything happen to him. He was going to be there every single minute for him until he was completely recovered.
Author's Notes:
I originally posted this as its own story but that was kind of pointless so I made it into a chapter of this story.
Anyways, I received a prompt to write a Klaine appendicitis drabble... and it turned into this. Hope you like it!