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AU in which Kurt wakes up in hospital after an accident and if comforted by Blaine, another patient on the children's ward. (Blaine's character is inspired/based a little on the part of Hazel in The Fault In Our Stars) (Other AU elements will play in as we meet the rest of the Glee Club)

Update: So I changed the category because I kinda realised no one will read this in the crossover section. But hey, I'm still going to stick to the plan I had for this story and if I'm honest then there weren't really that many similarities in here /not really enough for it to really need to be a crossover. ANYWAY, please do read.

Wrecked: I Need Oxygen - Chapter One

Why am I so tired? I don't think I've ever been this tired. Like ever. Wait, why am I thinking this instead of waking up?
This is weird.
Too weird.
This never happens.

Okay. Just concentrate. You can feel your body Kurt, just concentrate on your eyes and open them. Just a little more...

When Kurt finally managed to open his eyes he found himself in a stark white hospital room, with pale blue sheets draped over him and a navy blue chair in the corner. There was nobody in the room. He could vaguely see shapes of people moving past the window, though the blind was down and he could only see their shadows. He became aware of a quick pinging beside him and realised the heart monitor.

Shit. That's monitoring me! Oh god, oh god. What happened to me? And Dad? Oh god where is he?

*CRASH*

Kurt's heart pounded yet faster as he spotted the shape of a person who'd just fallen to the ground as they'd tried to enter his room.

"Shit." They grumbled as the pulled themselves to their feet.

"What the...?" Kurt managed, glad to see his voice wasn't missing or anything.

"Sorry! Oh god I'm so sorry. I just... I heard there was a new kid up here and I wanted to see if they could do with a friend and- wait are you crying?"

It was a boy, in his mid teens like Kurt he guessed with short dark curly hair and hazel eyes, a thin tube connected to his nose who had tripped and fallen into Kurt's room. But Kurt was suddenly hit with a wave of emotions and the real realisation that he was most definitely in hospital. And he couldn't handle it.

"Hey, you're going to be okay. You're going to be okay," the boy said softly, moving forward and dragging something behind him. Kurt didn't really pay attention though; he was kinda busy hiding his face in his hands as tears streaked down his cheeks.

"I... I'm not. I don't, even know, what's happened, to my Dad," Kurt managed between sobs.

"Hey, shhh... it's okay," the boy comforted, pulling the chair from the corner closer and sitting on it, kneeling up to place his hands gently on Kurt's shoulders.

"I... What happened to me?" Kurt finally managed after his sobs ebbed enough that he could finally breathe right enough to speak.

"You're Kurt right?" the boy asked. Kurt nodded. "It says so on your chart. Plus I heard all the nurses talking about you so talked to them 'bout you. You're going to be okay. You were in a car crash - got hit side on from this other car at a junction and it knocked you guys unconscious. You broke quite a few bones, the nurses said something like your thigh, your ankle and you bruised a fair few ribs. I guess you can feel that though..." The boy said.
Kurt nodded sadly; pressing a hand gently to his ribs and wincing as the pain that was clearly numbed by meds shoot back at the contact.
"The medics brought in the three of you. You, your dad and the guy who hit you. 'parently he lost control of his car and skidded into you guys but he didn't make it through surgery. Your dad did though. He was a little roughed up like you, a couple of little breaks in his arm that they had to correct else they'd set all wrong and heal badly, plus he broke a rib so they made sure it hadn't punctured anything. He's fine though. They're keeping him asleep for a while though; couple of hours or so just to help start the healing process. It helps see, cause that way the brain has time to make sure it's okay too and not to panic, something I'm not sure I help you with,"

He gave a sheepish smile and bit his lip and sat back down, kneeling in the chair still.

"H... How do you know all this? Are you sure you're not a doctor?" Kurt asked. The boy just laughed a little.

"Nah. Most doc's don't have to drag one of these with them anyway," the boy said, indicating towards the thing he'd originally tripped over which, now Kurt was actually paying attention, he could see was a set of oxygen canisters that were linked up to the thin tube connected to his nose.

"What d'you need that for?" Kurt asked quietly, shifting his hands awkwardly in his lap.

"My lungs decided to suck at being lungs recently." The boy shrugged.

"That's... I'm sorry for you," Kurt managed. I don't even get how you can throw that out off hand when I still don't even know who you are. That's not the sort of thing, I mean, like, it's not like he can hide it I guess, but still...

"Meh, I'm cool. I'm kinda used to it now. Sure it sucks but I have other things to worry about. Like, oh that, uh, that history essay I was meant to be doing whilst I was here to make this not a total waste of time." he said, his head tilting slightly as he remembered the essay and his eyes focused on nothing in particular.

"Are you bonkers as well?" Kurt asked, regaining the boy's attention and causing him to laugh.

"Nope. My friends kinda are though. But I guess most people are a little mad when they're in high school. At least, that's their excuse to go metal all the time," he smiled.

"Thank you," Kurt mumbled, his gaze dropping to his hands in his lap again.

"It's no problem Kurt. I've kind've made it my mission every time I'm here to be there for people and cheer them up. Because, just smiling can make you feel better. But like, properly smiling, like, you can't help but smile. Those kinds of smiles make you feel so much better. So that's what I do when I'm here," the boy smiled.

"Um... where am I exactly by the way?" Kurt asked after a moment of companionable silence.

"Oh, this is Lima Memorial Hospital at it's finest. This is the kids ward which isn't really just kids, its everyone 18 and under. Now, the nurses said your dad was down a couple floors in ICU being monitored and stuff, but that as soon as he wakes up and they run tests to be, like, 100% sure he's fine 'cept for the broken bones they'll move him to a less intense ward."

"You're either a real doctor in disguise or you know these nurses very well." Kurt decided.

"Meh, I doubt I'll ever be a doctor. Not my thing really."

"So, what is your thing ...?" Kurt asked, wishing he could tag a name on there.

"Oh, it's Blaine." He smiled, shifting in his chair to pull his knees up and wrap his arms loosely around them. "And my thing is more music. I play guitar, which is what I waste most of my time doing here which is also one of my techniques for cheering up the littler kids."

"Thank you Blaine," Kurt said earnestly, looking right into his deep hazel eyes and feeling his heart warm a little to be lost in them. "You've... I don't know how you did it but... I kinda feel... relaxed? I don't know... I'm not, like, as stressed as I was when I woke up. Hell, probably before that. I panicked a lot cause I could hardly open my eyes. But... you really are good at cheering people up."

"Glad to help Kurt. Hey, you want me to go ask the nurses when they reckon your dad'll be awake? It should be soon anyway," Blaine offered, a big smile on his face.

"I... yeah, that'd be... that'd be really nice. Thank you," Kurt mumbled.

"Hey, it's cool Kurt. I'll be back in a minute. Although feel free to go back to sleep. The drugs they put you on will probably make you drowsy for a while yet," he comforted, squeezing Kurt's hand before sliding off his chair, grabbing the handle of his oxygen kart and dragging it behind him to the door. He waved to Kurt as he left and Kurt found himself waving back sleepily as, just as Blaine had said, the drugs made their presence in his system well known and he sunk back into the pillows into sleep.

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"Heya Kurt. :P
I see the meds kicked back in and you fell asleep but that's fair enough, you've been through more than enough, right? Anyway, the nurses told me that your dad - Burt right? - should be awake tomorrow morning - and if you're asleep overnight that means Saturday morning ish. I'll drop by again tomorrow because they said it would be fine for you to go down and visit him but that you'll need help getting into a wheelchair what with your casts and everything. So yeah, sleep well Kurt
And in case you hadn't guessed already, it's me, Blaine. :P"

Kurt awoke at god knows how long later but he felt fully rested and was itching to do something other than sit about in his room. So when he found Blaine's note waiting beside his bed on the chair he perked up a little. He'd have some company again. He waited, lying back in his pillows and trying to fully assess his own injuries, finally concluding that he had the bruised ribs he'd discovered last time he was awake, something broken at his right ankle and something major broken higher up his left high. He was fairly sure it wasn't his hip else he would definitely know about that. Not long after he'd finished deducing this, the door was opened slowly and a head poked into the room.

"Hello Kurt,"

"M- Mrs Hudson?" Kurt stuttered, recognising her as she slid into the room and moved to sit beside him.

"That's me," she laughed.

"Wh... what are you doing here?" Kurt managed, trying to sit up more but finding it a little difficult.

"I work here silly. I'm a nurse remember?" she smiled, then noticing Kurt's struggle to sit upright she fumbled around with the bottom of the bed until she produced a small control. She held the button down and the bed slowly tilted upwards, letting Kurt sit upright without even having to move.

"Thanks," he mumbled, indicating the control. She smiled and hooked it over the small railing at the side of the bed so Kurt could get at it again if he wanted to,

"How're you doing?" she asked, "Blaine said you were awake,"

"Well, I definitely was after he fell into my room," Kurt said, unable to resist.

"He didn't?" Mrs Hudson laughed.

"Oh he did. Scared the hell outta me! I had no idea what was going on and I'd only just woken up too, and then he comes crashing into my room and I nearly had a heart attack!"

"Oh god," she laughed, dropping her head into her hands. "He's so clumsy it's unreal sometimes. But you're okay now thought right? He did try and explain he was just clumsy as hell right?"

"Well sort of. He didn't explain for the clumsiness but he did manage to calm me down and explain what had happened to me." Kurt said.

"Well that's good then. God that boy is a hazard to everyone." She laughed, leaning back in her chair. "Oh, and I almost forgot as well. I will be right back. I have something for you," she said standing and heading for the door.

"Really" Kurt asked. She smiled and exited from his view, returning a moment later.

"I talked to Finn earlier and he said he was really worried about you because you didn't show up yesterday, so I told him what had happened, and don't worry, he's promised to keep his mouth shut. But I asked him if there was anything I might be able to get you, because I wanted to get you some of your personal things but knew in reality I couldn't, and he told me you always read this and that on a couple of occasions you've been told off my Mr. Shuester for reading it in class,"

She held out the copy of Vogue to Kurt and Kurt took it slowly, a little shocked.

"I... wow... thank you Mrs Hudson, I..."

"Call me Carole, Kurt." She smiled.

"Thank you Carole," he said, eyes watering.

"Aw don't cry Kurt, you'll set me off." She said, leaning in and hugging him. Kurt hugged her back tightly, so glad to just have some sort of normality in all this that it overwhelmed him slightly.

"What time is it?" Kurt managed to ask, as he sniffed and wiped his eyes after Carole had pulled back.

"Oh, don't they have a clock in here? Damn. Well, I'll make sure to get you one in a moment then. It's," she paused to check her watch. "Just gone 4pm. And it's Saturday now. We brought you in at roughly half 5 yesterday."

"Right," Kurt said, breathing deeply. "Is... Is my dad awake?"

"I'll go check for you honey. If he isn't then he should be shortly. And he's doing well. He's a tough guy to knock down,"

"We Hummels are strong at heart, dad always said," Kurt sighed...

A/N: So what do you think? please do tell, I have chapter 2 nearly done and I'd love for any sort of feedback :)
By the way, this is set sort of season one/early two ages. Just so you know :P