Kurt ran through the hospital and didn't stop. He nearly knocked over a nurse, but he didn't stop. He had to get to Blaine. The elevator was too slow, so he climbed three flights of stairs, and was out of breath by the time he reached the receptionist's desk.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
"Bla-Blaine Anderson," he panted, and wiped his brow. The nurse gestured to a sign in sheet, and Kurt scribbled down his name and relation to Blaine under the correct columns. "How is he?"
"They just took him into surgery," the nurse said, checking his chart. "A nurse will come to give you an update in a little bit."
"He's alive," Kurt said, relieved. "How bad is he injured? Is he in a coma? Will he remember me?" he didn't know what he would do if Blaine didn't remember him. He didn't want his life to turn out like The Vow.
"Mr. Hummel, please take a seat. A nurse will be able to tell you more." Kurt clasped his hands together in front of him. He wouldn't relax until he knew Blaine was going to be okay.
The minute he got the phone call at his office, his heart stopped. 'Your boyfriend has been hit by a car and was rushed to the hospital.' Kurt ran out of his office without even grabbing his coat. The doctor on the phone said he was getting an MRI to see if there was any damage to his head or spine. Kurt sat in shock the whole ride to the emergency room. He couldn't believe it. They must have the wrong person. He went back and forth, from disbelief to crying. When he actually got to the hospital it actually set in.
He left the receptionist's desk and took a seat in the waiting room. Blaine was alive. That gave him a little bit of hope. But he still had no clue how badly he was hurt. It was bad enough for him to need surgery. He could be on death's door, or just have some broken bones. He needed to know how he was doing.
He sat in the waiting room, numb, until a nurse came over to him. "Mr. Hummel?" she said. Kurt stood up and exhaled.
"How's Blaine?" he asked. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, so he had no clue if Blaine was even still in surgery.
"Your boyfriend jus got out of surgery. He's stable and in the ICU right now. You can see him in a little bit," she told him. Blaine was stable.
"Is he hurt?" he asked. "Why was he in surgery?"
"He has a broken neck, and his spine was compressed. We believe he'll be in temporary paralysis from the waist down until his nervous system is able to fully function again. It could range from weeks to months, and there's the possibility he won't be able to walk again, but his MRI and CT scan showed minimal damage."
Kurt had to sit down. Blaine. Paralysis. He was alive, but it was bad. It was worse than he could've ever imagined. What if he turned out like Artie? That would crush Blaine.
"Would you like to see him, Mr. Hummel?" the nurse asked gently. Kurt brushed away a stray tear and stood up. The nurse led him up one floor, and down an empty corridor. Kurt walked slowly and followed the nurse into a room. Kurt walked in apprehensively, and saw Blaine.
He had tubes everywhere, but thankfully he wasn't on a ventilator. He just had a little tube in his nose. There was a brace around his neck, but other than that he looked unharmed. No casts or slings or anything, except for his arms, which were taped with IVs and clips on his finger, and he had wires sticking out of his hospital gown.
Kurt sat down and took his hand. He opened his mouth but said nothing. The nurse was silent, too. Kurt kissed his hand gingerly and just stared at him. He just looked like he was sleeping, but Kurt knew he was unconscious. He listened to the steady rhythm of his heart monitor and kept kissing his hand.
The nurse eventually left, and Kurt spent the night by Blaine's side. He woke up in the middle of the night, and his doctor and the nurse came right in. Kurt was pushed to the side, and he tried to see around them. Once they situated him and left, Kurt went back over to his side.
"Kurt," Blaine mumbled. "What happened? I can't move. Why can't I move?" He was beginning to panic, and Kurt knew he had to calm him down.
"Shhh," he soothed. "You're okay. You're okay, don't cry." Kurt squeezed his hand and stroked his hair back. "You got hit by a car. You had surgery, and the nurse said it'll take a little bit before you're able to move around again. You're going to be okay, though. Remember Quinn? From senior year? You'll walk again, just like her." Blaine began to cry for real, and even Kurt broke down. He'd tried to be strong, but his boyfriend was paralyzed. He was allowed to cry.
"I want to go home," Blaine pleaded. "I can't move." Kurt didn't want him to go into a full-blown panic attack. That was the last thing he needed.
"It's okay," Kurt repeated, and sniffled. "You're going to be just fine." Blaine's chin trembled, and he wiped at his eyes with the back of his hands. Kurt ran his fingers through his hair and let him cry. How was he supposed to soothe him? He was just thankful he was alive. He would get Blaine through it. He was going to be right by his side until he was up and walking again.
Author's Notes:
Ugh, poor Blaine. I mean I would kind of be freaked out if I woke up and couldn't move my legs. I researched paralysis before writing this, so it shouldn't have too many inaccuracies.
I'm working on updating my other stories, but writing a chapter for an actual story takes a lot longer than writing a drabble. But I will try my best to hopefully post something tomorrow! If you have a prompt for this story and you leave it in my ask box on Tumblr then I will see it right away and hopefully fill it in between writing my other stories. Thanks for reading!