"Blaine, you leaving?" Holly called from the nurse's station. Blaine turned around and walked back to talk with her.

"Yeah," he said. He needed to change out of his scrubs and had to sign out before he was free. "I'm going out to dinner with Kurt. We've both been so busy lately we haven't had time for each other."

"That'll be nice," Holly told him. "Tell him I said hi. You two have a good time."

Of all the nurses at the hospital, Holly was Blaine's favorite. She genuinely loved him and Kurt, and she would always bring in food for the other ER nurses and doctors. Blaine turned to leave as the phone rang for Holly.

He walked through the emergency room one last time to see if there was anything else he needed to take care of, and he saw paramedics bringing in three car wreck victims. Two of them appeared to be in critical condition, so they had a team of doctors and nurses, but the third just had one paramedic working on him or her.

Blaine knew he needed to get going, but his shift technically wasn't over for five more minutes, so he stepped in to help. He heard a shrill cry come from the patient, and Blaine got concerned. He swore his heart stopped beating when he saw their face.

Kurt.

Blaine just stood there for a moment, frozen as nurses and interns and paramedics shoved past him. He heard Kurt cry again, and he snapped back into reality. Blaine darted over to his side, and tried to stay calm for his sake.

"Blaine," Kurt pleaded, his eyes watery. "Don't leave, Blaine, don't leave!" Blaine shook his head and struggled to come up with words.

"What happened?" he finally asked. The paramedic that was unstrapping him from the stretcher spoke up.

"There was a wreck on the highway. Someone going 65 rear-ended him, which made him hit the car in front of him. He's having head and neck pain, and a suspected fractured right radius. He can't move his fingers, and we suspect some broken ribs."

"Blaine, it hurts," Kurt whimpered, and began to cry. His nose was bleeding, and he had some cuts scattered all over him.

"Shhh," Blaine said. "It's okay. Here, hold my hand." Kurt reached out with his good arm and squeezed Blaine's hand. The paramedic and a nurse had to move him off of the stretcher and onto a bed, and Kurt cried when Blaine had to let go.

Once he was moved the paramedic left, and Holly and the nurse who moved him began to take over. Blaine took Kurt's hand again and worked on calming him down.

"It's okay," he promised. "You're okay. I'm right here, baby." Kurt cried as Holly gently handled his hurt arm. "It'll be okay." Blaine kissed his forehead and sat up.

"He needs an MRI, the paramedic said he was having head and neck pain. He needs ten milligrams of morphine intravenously and someone needs to check his vitals," Blaine ordered. The paramedics hadn't done anything for Kurt, other than put a brace around his neck to keep it from moving on the way to the hospital.

"Dr. Anderson, can you put him down for MRI and x-ray?" the other nurse, Cady, asked. "I'll get his vitals."

Blaine shook his head. "I'm a husband right now, not a doctor. I'm not leaving him," he said firmly. Kurt squeezed his hand a little tighter, and Cady left.

"Our date," Kurt pouted. Blaine had completely forgotten about that the minute he saw Kurt.

"It's okay," he told him. "I think we have bigger things to deal with right now. We'll get you some pain medicine and get you feeling better." Kurt closed his eyes and cried silently. Blaine just sat by him, stroking his hair and kissing his hand. Holly started an IV in his elbow, and Blaine grew even more panicked when Kurt hardly even cried. He knew how out of it he really was, because normally Kurt would cry and howl and make a scene.

Cady returned from getting Kurt a spot in radiology, and began to check his vital signs. His blood pressure and pulse were high, and his oxygen saturation was 86%. Blaine knew that wasn't good, but he couldn't show his worry or else it would make everything worse.

"Get him on oxygen through a cannula, three liters per minute. He's going to need a mild sedative for the MRI. That'll lower his blood pressure," Blaine barked out orders to the nurses.

"No, I don't want to sleep," Kurt protested weakly. "No, Blaine!"

"Shush," Blaine said. "You don't have to go to sleep. We're just going to make you comfortable before we take you to look at your head and arm. I get to stay with you, so you won't be alone."

Kurt clung to Blaine's hand as Cady gave him the sedative through his IV tube. She got him set up on the oxygen, and then they had to take him to his MRI. Kurt didn't talk unless Blaine or one of the nurses asked him a question, and he was dozing off and on. At least he wasn't in pain.

Blaine waited right outside the room during his MRI. Kurt had drifted off, so Blaine just waited with the technician.

After the MRI Kurt woke up and was uncomfortable. Blaine calmed him down while they did x-rays of his arm and chest. Even with the morphine IV and after being sedated, Kurt was still in pain when they touched his arm, and he would cry. It broke Blaine's heart to hear him be in pain.

"Kurt, you're okay," Blaine soothed. He sat up by his head while the x-ray technician got him situated. "This'll only take a second, and then you can rest. Okay?" They'd taken the brace off of Kurt's neck, so he was able to nod. Blaine didn't think anything major was wrong with it, probably just severe whiplash.

They took three x-rays of his arm, and then moved Kurt to a private room in the emergency room. He was still in his street clothes, so they had to cut them off to change him into a hospital gown. Kurt cried hard, and Blaine thought he was in pain, but he was just upset about his clothes.

"Dr. Adams will come in soon with his scans," Holly told Blaine. "Just page me or Cady if you need anything." Blaine thanked them, and finally got to be alone with his husband.

"You're gonna be okay," Blaine promised, and took his hand. Kurt was beginning to develop bruises, but after the nurses had cleaned him up his cuts had stopped bleeding and he seemed a little better.

"I feel funny," Kurt mumbled. "Don't leave."

"I'm not leaving," Blaine assured him. "They've given you a lot of medicine, so that's why you feel weird. It'll be okay. Does it hurt?" Kurt shook his head slightly. "Good. Just try to relax. The doctor's coming in soon."

Sure enough, it just took about ten minutes for Dr. Adams to show up. Working at the hospital had its perks.

"Kurt," Blaine coaxed. "Baby, the doctor's here. Can you open your eyes?" Kurt obeyed, and blinked several times. The doctor put Kurt's x-rays and MRI images up on the light box. His MRI was normal, so if anything was wrong with his head and neck it couldn't be anything more than a concussion and whiplash, which was a relatively good thing.

Kurt's arm x-ray showed a clean break in his right radius, just like the paramedic predicted. The doctor said it was because Kurt's arm had been in front of him when he got rear-ended, so it was pressed between his body and the steering wheel. That sounded painful for Blaine to hear.

Dr. Adams paged an orthopedist, and they came down and set Kurt's arm and wrapped it to keep it immobile. The doctor wanted to keep him overnight for observation, but Blaine knew Kurt wanted to go home as soon as possible.

"I think he'd do better off if I took him home," Blaine tried to reason with the doctor. "If he gets worse I can call or bring him back in, but he'd really do a lot better at home."

Kurt was completely against the idea of staying in the hospital overnight. Blaine knew he would do so much better if he could sleep in his own bed, so he convinced Dr. Adams to discharge him. Blaine helped Kurt up and got him outside and into the passenger seat of the car. He kept mumbling something unintelligible, and Blaine finally realized he was upset about ruining their date.

"Kurt, you didn't ruin our date," Blaine assured him on the drive home. "I'm just glad you're okay. We can go home and get you comfortable and then we'll get something to eat. We can watch a movie, anything you want. Would that make up for not going out?"

Kurt nodded slowly, hardly able to stay awake. Blaine held his hand and focused on getting them home safely. He couldn't protect Kurt from everything, but he could do his best to take care of him.

Author's Notes:

HI I'M ALIVE.

I know I haven't updated in awhile because of school and other dumb reasons, but I haven't stopped writing. I'm actually cowriting a fic with the author Klainelover1997 (if you want the link it's on my Tumblr a few pages down, or you can just message me about it). I have two new stories coming up, and I have plans to wrap up my other ones. Thanks for bearing with me while I've been bogged down with schoolwork, and I'm still taking prompts as usual.