A/N: So, I was too lazy and tired to write another chapter so I had my beta do it. Cause she's awesome.
Also, I don't own Glee. I never will. BUT! It is still on my wish-list.
This is what happened last chapter: Marrissa got better, so Blaine went to see her, but then Karofsky came and beat him up and kidnapped Marrissa and and left Blaine tied to a bedpost. Ouch. This was after a they had a huge and epic fight, with a ton of Karofsky being a butt hole and Blaine being his cute, elfy self.
Blaine's voice was hoarse from screaming thought the night. They were either brought on by the pain in his gut, the pain of the ropes binding his wrists, or the fact that he let the monster that had haunted his boyfriend hurt his baby sister. And this night was probably one of the longest since his first in the hospital. Finally, the sun came up, and the nurse that was supposed to be tending to Marrissa saw the empty bed, and the bruised, beaten boy tied where his sister was supposed to be. She saw the varsity jacket from the high school about twenty miles away, sitting draped across a rocking chair in the corner, the same chair that held a terrible knife, with a blade about a six inches long. She grabbed this knife and sawed through the ropes that held the boy in place. Instead of standing up, he slumped down onto the floor, hands instinctively curling around his midsection. She grabbed him by the upper arms, draped them across her shoulder, a silent plea to let her help him. She put him on his sister's bed, and gently sat him up into a reclining position. She went out into the hallway and called for a doctor. Dr. Criss rushed into the room, and looked at the nurse curiously. She gestured with her head towards the 17-year-old on the bed. He looked at the once-white hospital gown, now with a red stain over his stomach, dashed immediately to the teenager's bedside and said, "How did this happen?"
"I'm not going to ask you again. I know that you know. Where is he hiding him?" Dave growled to the cowering teen, lying in a pool of her own blood.
"I don't have to tell you anything." she retorted.
"Have it your way." he responded, almost nonchalantly, as he stabbed her in the back once again, smiling sadistically at the high-pitched scream that emaciated from her mouth.
"Well, you seem to have a slight gash in your stomach. I will have to preform about, 14 to 15 stitches to close you up. We will go into surgery to heal the rest of you today at 4:00." Dr. Criss said, a bit shakily. But he seemed confident enough, and anything Blaine said would just make the pain more unbearable. "When can I just get out of here and go find my sister?" Blaine said, not managing to get out much more. "Well, undecided. Some nurses think you should stay for the rest of the week, so, just to be on the safe side we'll keep you here." Dr. Criss said. "No. I need to get out by tonight. That's the latest I'm staying in this dump." Blaine retorted. Dr. Criss shifted his weight, then left. When he came back, he was holding a chart and said, "Well, according to your chart, if we get the stitches done now, and bring you into surgery early we could have you out by..." He took out a calculator and punched some buttons. "10:00 tonight. Is that good enough for you?" He replied, somewhat forcefully, and he realized this when he saw the teen roll his eyes and sit up. "Just get it done, now." Blaine growled to the doctor.
An agonizing scream came from inside the abandoned sugar mill, when Blaine got there. He had driven there in his dad's red pickup. He heard the scream and ran up to the bolted door and pounded on it. It immediately opened with a quiet creak, masked by Marrissa's screams. When he entered, he saw that the room was dark. Great, he thought. Just what I needed.
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