Will stumbled as Finn dragged he down the hall, trying to tie up his bathrobe, " So what happened?"
Finn took longer strides, "You just have to see."
They turned a corner; and Nick came into view, his whole body covered with the white sheet.
Will skid to a stop, "You killed someone?"
"NO!" Finn shook his head, pausing, "I don't think so?"
Schuster ran into 207 with dread in his heart, "Puckermen!" Accusation were on the tip of his tongue, but were swallowed as he took in the scene of the crime.
Kurt wasn't making any sounds any more, yet he was still shaking. And Puck was rocking him, muttering the same smoothing chants.
Puck's expression had gone blank, his eyes someplace else. Some place in the past.
Will walked towards the dynamic duo, his eyes growing wide at the sight of the stained bed. Before he could say anything Puck answered his question, "The authorities are on their way. Two ambulances."
Will keep staring the blood, his voice quiet, "So that person outside-"
"He's alive...I think." No feeling was in Puck voice as he said that.
"Good."Schuster couldn't look away from the listened to the two teen boys.
"Shh.... I'm here. I'm here." Puck`s voice was so low, so quiet, so rehearsed.
All Kurt seemed to be able to do was gasping, fighting to breathe.
The sound of people running down the hall didn't even faze them.
"Oh god, did we lose one already?!" Somebody outside the room's door asked.
Finn replied, "No, he's just naked."
A caddy rolled into the room, followed by two paramedic.
They rushed toward the crowded bed. One put a hand on Puck's shoulder, "Son?"
"I got it." Puck lowered himself, moving Kurt's arms around his neck, before hosting him in to bridal style carry. The bed sheet hung off his body like a horribly arranged toga.
Kurt tightened his arms around Puck's neck, as pain shot up his spine for the movement. Torn skin stretched this way and that way, as weight was being held by his snapped wrist.
``I'm sorry." Puck whispered into his ear. He tried to put Kurt on the caddy, but the wounded teen wouldn't let go.
Puck had to manually unravel Kurt's arm, "I'm right here." Puck clapped two hands over one of Kurt's. Kurt squeezed Puck's hands, his face screwing up, as he let out a dry sob.
Two sets of paramedic hands worked over Kurt. Checking his vitals, one called to his partner, "' Hook up the IV."
Puck pinched his eyes closed, he hated needles. But Kurt didn't even flinch, as he was pieced in his busted arm. He didn`t even notice through the rest the pain.
One of the paramedic turned to Noah, "Can you hold this? Hold it high." He passed a bag of intravenous fluid to Puck, pressing into the teen's palm.
"Should I squeeze it?"
"NO!" Both of the professional hollered at him. One took a gentler tone, "Just hold it over you head."
And Puck did so with one hand, and still heard on Kurt's with the other.
The emergency works ran around Kurt, moving so fast that Puck's eyes couldn't keep up as they fastening straps across the teen's chest and legs.
Puck felt silly just holding the bag over his head.
Mr. Schuster was watching this going on front of him, "What should I do?"
The closest paramedic looked at him, "And who are you? "
"I'm his teacher."
"Then your best bet is to follow behind us." They looked over their shoulder at the teens,`` It`s would be best for the boyfriend to ride along."
Puck didn't react much, but just corrected them in a monotone, "I'm not the boyfriend."
Kurt lazily rolled his head to the side, looking directly at Puck, pulling his hand closer to his own body.
"Oh well-" But he was cut off by his partner.
Snapping the metal railing up, the paramedic interrupted, "We need to go now. He needs a transfusion."
And with that they were out the door.
All of the Gleek girls had Finn backed to the hallway's wall. Rachael was speaking, poking him in the chest, "That is going on? What happened?"
The emergency worker rolled Kurt into the hallway.
Everyone gasped and Mercedes rushed towards him, "Oh my God Kurt!" The members of New Direction crowed the caddy. They took in the soiled sheet with wide eyes. Anyone would be shocked by so much blood.
Puck hollered at his friends, "Back up! He needs to get to the hospital!"
Everyone flattened themselves against the wall.
The paramedic rushed by, racing down the corridor. Puck by their side, and everyone else on their heels.
Puck saw another caddy not 20 feet ahead of them, a scowl formed over his face.
Elevator at the end of the hallway opened and the paramedic beside the furious teen yelled, "Hold the door!"
And Kurt's caddy rolled up right beside Nick's.
As the doors closed Finn hollered, "To the stairs!"
Nick was in neck brace and still unconscious, an emergency worker was pumping air into his lungs.
Puck's whole body was trembling, wanting so badly to end that motherfucker right now.
Kurt caught sight of Nick out the corner of his eye. Fear flashed though him as he wriggled and cowered trying to get as far away as possible.
Puck crouched, being himself eye level with Kurt, brushing his thumb over the other boy's wrist. "He can't hurt you now."
Those words too were disturbingly familiar to Him.
"Bag!" A paramedic nagged.
Puck shot up to full height the bag raise over head.
There was a short silent pause; the only sound was Nick's pump crinkling and un-crinkling.
Puck stared down at Kurt desperately trying to control is temper.
"What happened?" asked one of the paramedics.
Puck didn't even know who asked, "That bastard raped my friend and I knocked him out."
One of Nick's paramedic snipped, "You did a good job of it too."
The doors opened Kurt's caddy lift first.
Members of the Glee club were panting as they surrounded the hotel's door. Every of one them had worried and confused.
Strangers stopped in their tracks and stared as two caddies raced across the lobby.
The air outside was cold, and it settled into Puck's bones as he waited for the ambulance doors to open. He climbed in hosting the head of caddy in with him.
Mr. Schuster approached them, "What hospital are you taking him to?"
"St. James."
And the ambulance's doors shut in his and all the Gleeks faces.
READ ME, YOU KNOW IF YOU WANT TO. BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TOO. JUST BY NOT DOING SO YOU HURT MY FEELINGS.
Cool you're still here, that mean you love me. *Hugs* Ok im sorry for the wait... my life just sucks. So yeah, forgive me?