It was his first night as a resident. He wasn't used to the fast pace of the emergency room, and certainly didn't feel confident going at it alone.
He started off small. Stitches. Charts. Running diagnostics. Until the accident happened.
A patient was brought in via ambulance. Male, 23 years old. He was the victim of a mugging gone wrong, and it was bad. He was barely hanging on. If he lived it would be a miracle. He looked at the patient's chart for a name, anything to identify him. His face was unrecognizable due to the blood and bruising.
Hummel, Kurt.
No.
They took Kurt into surgery right away. He watched as the more experienced doctors worked ever-so-efficiently, quick on their feet, knowing exactly what to do. He watched as Kurt's vitals dropped dangerously low, only to spike moments later, resulting in a seizure. He looked away, numb, as they finally took him away.
The surgery lasted hours. Kurt had survived the surgery and was in the ICU. A miracle.
He was supposed to be on his dinner break the next day, but was too worried to eat. He drifted by the ICU, grabbed a chart and stepped inside, trying to appear busy, even though he had no idea what he was doing. Spying, that's what.
Kurt was conscious. Another surprise. It would be him, though. He couldn't be down for more than a day.
But what really caught him off guard was the man sitting next to him, holding his hand and smiling at him like an idiot. It was the same one from all the way back when, the one with the stupid accent and beanie. But the worst part was that Kurt seemed happy. He was happy with the Beanie Boy, with the gold ring on his bruised left hand.
Granted, he wanted Kurt to be happy. That was all he wanted for him. But it still hurt. Especially having to find out in a scenario like this. That should have been him sitting at Kurt's bedside. It wasn't fair.
It never had been.
Author's Notes:
HI.
Yes I've been gone for an inappropriate amount of time. I'm ashamed. Thank you to those who sent sweet messages and prompts in my time of absence.
I was just about to go to bed when I got this idea, and cranked it out in about five minutes. I'd love some feedback, considering it is literal word vomit. It started off as some generic young, gay, resident getting to see firsthand how much Kurt and Blaine loved each other, but then I remembered in my head canon Blaine is a doctor, so I changed it up a bit.
In other news, this story is almost to 250 followers. If I reach that goal I will be extremely happy and will probably cry. Carry on.
That's it, then. I'll make up for this with a longer chapter soon. I promise.