I would love to keep saying how great reviews are before I start this chapter, but the truth is... I only waited about three hours after posting the second chapter to start this one. I just couldn't keep myself away. The reviews I've gotten though have been great. And no one can understand how flattered I am by the new subscribers, the favoring, and the reviews. I'd like to throw a shout out to my RP group on Tumblr, who's greatly supporting me through the writing of this fic. I'd consider it more of a drabble... but, yeah. Once again, I don't own Glee, but... I wish I did.
Heavy air occupied room 214. The room was quiet except for the sound of the heart monitor and the occasional drip of the IV. It was empty except for a short, dark haired boy laying in the hospital bed. His curls were loose from their normal gel hold and his skin was paler than usual. He was adorned in a simple hospital gown, his feet bare. Nurses came in and out once in a while but visitors had yet to come. He'd only been out of the ER about an hour, but everyone figured someone would have shown by now. The room became a favorite of a few of the nurses on the floor. They wanted the boy to know someone was there for him, even though he couldn't see them in his unconscious state.
There was evidence of damage on almost every inch of his body. Being the driver, he'd hit his head and chest on the steering wheel rather hard. Two broken ribs had been mended and the hole that punctured his left lung had been repaired. That and the internal bleeding would have sent him straight into the coffin, but he'd arrived at the hospital just in time. The ambulances couldn't have arrived faster. The right leg was broken and was now wrapped in a cast and elevated. His face showed lines from the glass cutting his face and similar marks appeared across his back and shoulders. Massive bruises ran up and down his entire being.
He still hadn't woken up.
A few doors away, in room 216, lay a young girl. Her blonde hair splayed over the pillows and her small frame. Sobs were coming from a woman sitting near the bed, holding the patients hand. Other than that, only the sounds of a normal hospital could be heard. The blue eyes of the girl had fluttered open a few times, but closed again soon afterwords. The middle-aged nurse and mother thanked every god she could think of, when she saw that first movement. The blonde drifted in and out of consciousness, not making a sound. Eventually she would wake up, asking for her friends in a raspy voice.
The injuries to her body had been the least extreme of the four, as if she had been shielded by something, or rather, someone. The police had informed them that she had been in the back seat, underneath the tall boy. She'd suffered minor injures. The worst being massive bruising, a sprained wrist, and a rib cracked in her lower rib cage. She'd gone into a frightened shock while in the crashing vehicle, pushing her body into unconsciousness.
The boy with the dyed blonde hair sat upright in a hospital bed, complaining to anyone who would listen. He'd woken up not long after being admitted to the room. His body was badly bruised and scratched, three ribs broken and mended, and his head was wrapped in bandages. His right arm was broken. The concussion he'd been diagnosed with was mild. The only way one would know that he was in pain was the occasional wince when he'd fight a nurse. It wasn't that he was refusing treatment. Yes, he was hurt and needed to be here. But the only thing on his mind was Blaine. Where was he? How bad was he hurt? No one would tell him and it was driving him crazy. They'd said the other two were only a few doors down, relieving him, but he still fought for information on the Warbler. Little did he know, his boyfriend was laying in a bed across the hall from him, still unconscious.
His mood lifted when a sobbing young girl came running into the room, dragging her well groomed boyfriend behind her. She wore a baggy t-shirt and basketball shirts, as did the other boy. She ran to the hospital bed, falling on top of the blonde and hugging him tightly. "S-S-Sammuu," came from her mouth.
"Ana Banana? Hey.. I'm okay. C-could you loosen up a bit though? Broken ribs and all..." Sam said and winced, lightly tugging her arms from around his torso. His arms wrapped lightly around her He looked over at Jesse and smiled. "Hey, man.. uh, your hair. It's like.. not all done up and stuff," he said laughing and waving his unbroken arm in the air above Ana.
"Don't even Sam. You think I was going to style my hair when you were in the hospital? Pfft... she wouldn't even let me do it in the car.." he said, mumbling the last bit.
Sam laughed louder, but pain could still be heard in his voice. "You pull of that mess, Jess."
"You really are gay now, aren't you Sammu?" Jesse asked, mostly teasing. "Where's your dapper little boyfriend anyway?"
The light in Sam's eyes visibly faded.
"Sammy.. where's Blaine?" Ana asked, worry in her voice.
"They won't te-..." Sam started to say but didn't get the chance to finish. Ana was already stalking out the door, yelling at nurses to show her to the room of the broken Warbler.
"What the hell? My boy is falling apart in there jack asses! If you don't tell me where Blaine Anderson is right the hell now..." could be heard from the hall, shrill and pissed. Both boys raised their eyebrows, a smile threatening to appear on Sam's sad face.
The last patient from the accident, Finn, was surrounded by his small family. His eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling and confused. Everyone that knew the athlete well, knew that he was often confused by things going on around him. But this time was different.
"Wh-who are you people? Where am I?" asked the panicked boy, shaking under the thin sheet. He started to cry, covering his face.
Carole could hardly look at her son. He didn't know who she was. She was the only person he'd ever had in his life.. and he didn't recognize her. Burt stood with his arm wrapped around her, staring at Finn.
"We're your family, Finn.. god.. " Kurt said to him from where he was sitting near the window. Kurt cared about his brother, of course he did. But he'd been awaken at an ungodly hour of the night and dragged to the hospital. In his pajamas, none the less. They could have let him change. He wouldn't have cared if he was wearing his new Alexander McQueen pj's, but these were old hand-me-downs from Finn. And the fact that his father wouldn't let him go see anyone else pissed Kurt off. More than you could know.
"Kurt," Burt said, giving him a warning look.
Finn's crying had died down to sobs and he was staring between the people around him. The woman looked really sad, he didn't want her to be sad. She was so kind looking. His chest ached to know who these people were. The doctor walked in and he watched him intently, hoping he'd know what to do.
"He hit his head pretty hard. As you've probably noticed already, he's suffering from severe memory loss. It should be gone in a few weeks but I can't make any promises. It could last longer. Don't put too much pressure on him to remember," Burt looked at Kurt hard at this statement. The doctor continued, "Something subtle should trigger his memory back. Besides that.. he has significant bruising and some blood loss. Left arm is fractured, as you can see. One rib cracked and mended in the ER. He's lucky. We were sure he'd broken his back, the position he was in, and the weight of the girl on him. He's a brave one though.. he saved her life. I'll leave you to talk. I need to check on Anderson," and with that, the doctor left.
"What girl? Who's Anderson?" Finn asked, slightly remembering blonde hair and screaming. He winced at the thought and shook his head slightly, trying to push the image from his mind.
Carole just cried harder, taking his hand in hers and burying her face in her arm that now rested lightly on Finn's chest. Kurt stood, not able to handle it all. He'd been rather.. sassy earlier, but he was becoming more upset listening to his step-brother try to remember who his own girlfriend was. He exited the room, ignoring his fathers protests and sat on the floor outside the door, his head in his hands.
And there's Chapter 3! I'm planning on writing the next chapter tonight as well so stay tuned! I hope you liked it :) I know it's one of the most emotional for me...