Blaine knew he should've gone. Kurt hated going outside at night, especially in the cold. They weren't in Bushwick anymore, so it was completely safe, but it was sleeting and they needed to take the trash out. Kurt offered, so Blaine didn't argue, but it had been thirty minutes and he wasn't back yet. Blaine had honestly just lost track of time. He didn't realize Kurt had never come back, but the second it hit him he was up and putting his coat on to go look for him. Blaine tied his shoes and hurried out of their apartment.
He took the elevator down to the lobby and fear began to fill his mind; he was afraid something had happened to Kurt. There was an alley in between the apartment building and the store next to it, where the dumpsters were for both buildings. Blaine rounded the corner and ventured into the dimly lit alley. The snow on the ground had iced over, and he skidded a couple of times, but didn't fall.
That was where he found Kurt. He was curled up on the ground, shaking like a leaf. Blaine knelt besides him and his mouth fell open. If someone had hurt him or mugged him… well, Blaine didn't want to think about what he would to.
"Kurt," he said firmly. "Oh, gosh. Come on, open your eyes, baby. I'm here." He didn't look like he had been assaulted or anything like that, but Blaine still had no clue why he was lying on the icy pavement.
Kurt cracked open his eyes slightly, and Blaine felt his cheeks and hands. He was absolutely freezing cold.
"Baby, what happened? Why're on the ground?" he asked gently, brushing his hair back. "Did someone hurt you? Tell me what happened." It took Kurt a minute to process his words.
"C-cold," he stuttered. "Slipped. F-f-fell. Wrist h-hurts. Couldn't g-g-get up." Blaine looked at his watch. Kurt had been lying in the ice and snow with just a light jacket and sweatpants for nearly forty minutes. You idiot, Blaine said to himself. You were watching TV while he was freezing to death outside. Blaine unzipped his coat without a second thought, sat Kurt up, and put it around him.
"Can you walk?" he asked. "We need to get you up." Blaine could see Kurt's breath in the cold air, and he was nearly to the point of hyperventilating. He didn't answer, so Blaine slowly picked him up and got him to his feet. "Lean on me. I can't carry you, love."
Kurt huddled against him, trembling like a little dog with his face buried in Blaine's shoulder. He must've read Blaine's mind, because he started to talk again slowly. "No hospital," he mumbled, shaking his head firmly. "No, no." Blaine rubbed his back and walked him the thirty feet to the curb.
"We need to get you warmed up, love. The doctors can make you more comfortable and fix your wrist up." Kurt began to cry without warning, high pitched and panicky. Blaine didn't want to go to the hospital either, but he was half frozen and hurt. Even if it was something minor, he couldn't just take him home without getting care for him.
Blaine sat him in the backseat of a cab and stayed by his side, letting Kurt hang onto him for warmth. The driver turned the heat on, seeing the state he was in, but it only made him shake worse. His clothes were damp and frozen, his skin was nearly gray, and his lips blue. Blaine held onto his icy cold hands, wary of his wrist. Kurt didn't specify which one it was, so he was gentle with both.
When they made it to the emergency room Blaine took him inside and signed him in. It was beginning to snow pretty hard, so it wasn't very busy at all, which was surprising for a New York hospital. They took Kurt right into triage and a group of nurses peeled off all his wet clothes, then tucked an endless amount of blankets over him.
Everything was moving so fast, and Blaine could just stand by his side helplessly. One of the nurses said his body temperature had dropped to 95.1. Blaine wasn't sure how it could've gotten so low in less then forty five minutes, but he was diagnosed with mild hypothermia.
They had to put an IV in his arm, and Kurt didn't even notice at first. Blaine stayed where he could see him, even though he was mostly out of it. Kurt let out a little cry when she stuck him with the needle inside his elbow, but he didn't try to pull away or fight it.
"It's okay," Blaine whispered. He knew it was bad when Kurt didn't even care that he was being poked and prodded. "You're gonna be okay, just relax. I'm right here."
"'m cold," he moaned. Blaine kissed his cheek and smiled down at him. He felt like the worst boyfriend in the world. He was the worst boyfriend in the world. Time had just slipped away from him, but apparently there were consequences.
"They're gonna get you all warmed up," he promised. "You probably don't even have to stay here overnight." Kurt's fingers curled around Blaine's hand weakly, and the doctor had to unwrap him from the blankets to x-ray his wrist. Blaine had to wait outside the room, but it only took a few seconds before they were all finished.
The color slowly returned to Kurt's face, even though he was still much too pale for Blaine's liking. He only sprained his wrist, so the nurse wrapped it up and then tucked him back up in his blankets. Blaine sat with him and waited patiently for his temperature to come back up. It took four hours, and Kurt fell asleep for most of the time, but once he was back to 98.6 the doctor said he was good to go.
Blaine didn't have the heart to wake him up, not after what he had been put through, but he knew neither of them wanted to spend all night in the hospital. He gently shook his shoulder until Kurt opened his eyes.
"What?" he moaned sleepily.
"Are you ready to go home, love?" Blaine asked him. Kurt nodded, and Blaine helped him sit up and get to his feet. He was still weak and tired, and Blaine did most of the walking for him as they signed out and left. Kurt curled up against him in the taxi on the way back to their apartment, still shivering. Blaine kissed the top of his head and tried to keep him warm. "I'm so sorry," he whispered. "I'm sorry, baby."
When they got home Blaine made Kurt some hot tea and tucked him into bed. He had no trouble going to sleep. Blaine stayed with him, thankful he was okay and that he only hurt his wrist and nothing more. He was glad he had found him when he did and that Kurt didn't stay out there any longer. The nurse at the hospital said he should be feeling all back to normal by the morning, but Blaine still felt like an ass for somehow managing to forget Kurt had gone outside. He was going to have to make things right, but it could wait until the morning.
Author's Notes:
Ugh, poor Kurt. Blaine feels like the crappiest person ever, but the next morning Kurt wakes up feeling just fine, besides being sore and spraining his wrist. But he doesn't remember much from the night before and Blaine has to tell him about everything an then he gets upset and Kurt tells him that it's okay, but Blaine still feels guilty for a while.
Anyways, I've gotten a lot of chapters finished over the past few days, and I'm loving all of the prompts I've been getting! If you want to see something in this story then leave a comment with your idea for a chapter!