Kurt woke up in the hospital. He opened his eyes slowly. His father was sitting in a chair accross the room. His chin was rested on his chest, and he was breathing softly. "Dad?" Kurt said quietly. His father woke up and walked over to him. Kurt looked into his dad's sad eyes before bursting into tears. His father pulled him close, and Kurt snuggled against his shoulder. They stayed like that for minutes, hours, days. Kurt had no idea. His head hurt like hell, as did his stomach and nose. And his... "Oh my God. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God..." Kurt panted and began crying again. "I'm sorry daddy, I'm sorry." he exclaimed over and over. "You didn't do anything." his father replied. Kurt cried harder. "It hurts daddy, it hurts." he hiccupped. "I know, son. I know." he murmmured. "I'm a freak. Why am I like this dad? Why me?" he sobbed, choking on his words. "You're not a freak. You're special. You're my son and I love you." Kurt looked up at his dad. "I love you too, dad." His father placed a gentle kiss on the top of the smaller Hummel's head. "If you're up to it, there are some people here to see you." Kurt nodded. His father left, and in came Finn, Rachel, and Mr. Schue. No one spoke. Mr. Schue had obviously been crying, as had Rachel. Finn looked dazed, like he was lost in the woods after dark. Rachel, as usual, was the first to speak. "I'm so sorry Kurt. We're all sorry." she whispered. "Thanks." Kurt replied, not looking any one in the eye. Mr. Schue walked over to Kurt and grabbed his hand. Kurt swallowed, then cleared his throat. "You saved my life Mr. Schue. I- I almost died out there." he stammered. "I- we couldn't even imagine losing you Kurt." Mr. Schue said calmly. Rachel held Kurt's other hand tightly. Her hands were very warm. His were very cold. Finn walked over to Kurt, arms crossed over his chest. He leaned accross the hospital bed and akwardly hugged the broken boy. Kurt blushed, and Rachel sighed. "I'm going to kill whoever did this to you." Finn whispered. Then he pulled away. "Do you know who did this to you?" Kurt started to sob. His throat was starting to hurt from all this crying. "No." he managed to say between sobs. Rachel looked down, and Mr. Schue went to get a tissue for Kurt. When his eyes were dry and his nose had stopped dripping, he asked, "How is every one else doing?" Rachel cleared her throat. "Mercedes is a wreck. She hasn't left her house since she found out." Finn spoke again. "And Puck has been running around kicking things. And people." There was a pause. "Every one else has been sitting around crying." Mr. Schue added. "Even Sue looked a little upset." Kurt was surprised that so many people cared about him. A nurse popped in and told Rachel, Finn and Mr. Schue that time was up. They all gave Kurt one last sympathetic look before turning to leave. Kurt Could have sworn Finn was crying. Maybe it was just his imagination.

Kurt sat alone in his hospital room. He tried to sleep, but every time he had the same nightmare. The attack. He would wake up, screaming, crying, or both. So much crying. He was shocked that he still had any tears left. Once he threw up. Once he woke up to find that his sheets were wet. He was scared. So freaking scared. He wished his mom were there to hold him, to tell him it was alright. He loved his dad, he really did, but he wasn't good with emotions. Dads usually weren't. Kurt glanced out the window. The sun had set, and a full moon had taken its place. He felt his eyes getting heavy. Before he knew it, he was fast asleep.

He woke up the next morning feeling better. At least physically. He was still depressed. Scared. Lonely. He peered over at the chair. Ms. Pillsburry was sitting there. She looked very worried. "Hello Kurt." He looked down at his hands. "Hi." he responded. "How are you feeling?" she asked. "I've been better." he replied, keeping his head down. "Do you want to talk about it?" she questioned gently. "I suppose I must. What do you want to know?" She bit her lower lip. "Just tell me what happened." He sighed. "Well, I was walking to my car. these guys jumped me. That's pretty much it." he retorted. "Okay. What exactly did they do?" she inquired. Kurt swallowed. "They hit me in the head with a bat. I fell down. They kicked me in the stomach. And in the face." Ms. Pillsburry sighed. "What else did they do?" Kurt fealt tears running down his face. "They took off my clothes. They shoved the bat inside of me. They kept pushing it in further. It hurt so bad." His voice cracked and he had to bite down on his tongue to keep from crying. "Did they say anything?" Kurt rubbed his temples. "They called me a fag. They told me- they told me that my mother had killed herself because of me!" he shouted before bursting into tears. Ms. Pillsburry tiptoed over to him and pulled him close. She wasn't used to having people so close to her. Especially crying people. "Shh, shh. It's okay. It'll be okay." she murmurred. She held him longer than she had ever held any one else. When Ms. Pillsburry finally pulled away, she asked, "Can I get anything for you?" Kurt thought for a moment. "My iPod." Emma chuckled. "Of course." she smiled at him before walking out of the room.