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The bag that Puck had been holding, was now replaced and hanging on a metal poll, dripping into Kurt's systems.
They hit a pot hole, and Kurt's body jerked with the vehicle's sharp movements. Kurt landed hard, he couldn't help but scream.
"We are going to give you a small dose of morphine. It won't be enough to put you under, but it'll help with the pain. Is that OK?"
Biting his lip, Kurt nodded eagerly
The paramedic injected the medicine in through the IV.
It was like blanket being draped over his body, warming him, as the morphine spread throughout Kurt. Bring him back from the dead. All the throbbing, the aching, the un-ignorable pain melted away, leaving only the feeling of Puck's hands.
Puck had laced their fingers together. Puck's hand was warm and they dwarfed Kurt's.
Kurt liked it. It felt safe, which was odd because said man had once thrown pee balloons at him.
Puck's other hand was running along Kurt's forearm.
The sound of something tearing caught both teenagers' attention.
One of paramedic tore open a package of sterile gauze. They turned and talked directly to Kurt, caution in their voice, "I'm need to try and stop the bleed." The paramedic took a knee, inching closer to the caddy. "Do you understand what that means?"
Dread burned in the back of his throat, and Kurt could taste his stomach acid. Kurt clamped his mouth shut and nodded.
"I need verbal confirmation."
"Yes." Kurt crocked.
The paramedic rolled up the bottom of the bloody sheet. They saw beads of blood still running down Kurt's thigh. It was a mess down there.
As the edge of the gauze brushed against his leg, Kurt's breathing hitched. His bruised Adam's apple bobbed.
The paramedic cleared their throat, "I need you to pull up your leg."
Kurt had to focus, as he moved, drawing the flats of his feet closer to his body. With his knee bent, he resembled a woman giving birth.
The gauze brushed up higher on his thigh. It got so close, too close. Kurt cried out, his body tensed, desperately slithering away from the paramedic's hand.
Puck grabbed at Kurt's elbow, whispering, murmuring into Kurt's ear "It's okay, you're okay."
The paramedic pressed on, "I really need to stop the bleeding."
But Kurt didn't listen, he couldn't. He was panicked, "No, no, no, no!" Kurt tried to push himself away, to flee.
Puck moved his hand to Kurt's shoulderholding him there. Puck brought his face by Kurt's, hushing nothings into his ear.
But those weren't reaching him.
Puck glanced at the paramedic. Who still had their hand under the sheet, no doubt in a place where Kurt didn't want it.
"WILL YOU STOP?" Puck bellowed at them.
The paramedic's hand shot out up in the air.
Puck eyed the bloody gauze before turning back to Kurt. His voice abnormally soft, "We need to stop the bleeding... will you let me try?"
Kurt turned and faced Puck. Staring into the man's eyes. Puck did the same.
Letting out a forced, even breath, Kurt nodded.
Puck let go of Kurt's shoulder, and the paramedic passed new gauze to him.
Kurt's finger bit into back of Puck's hand.
It had been a long time since someone held Puck's hand this way. And Puck swallowed that little memory before pulling the sheet higher up Kurt's body.
Kurt gasped and whimpered as fresh air hit his exposed skin.
But Puck kept looking directly into Kurt's eyes, "You say stop, I stop." And with that Puck's hand drifted down his knee, down his thigh.
Kurt yelped, flinching as Puck's hand moved.
But he didn't say stop.
Puck had done this before, so many times. He knew the amount of pressure he had to apply. He knew what angle to hold his hand at.... It's been so long... guess it's like riding a bike, you never forget.
Kurt was biting down on his already thoroughly split lip.
The air stuck in Kurt's throat as Puck pressed against it, the tearing.
Puck held the eye contact and Kurt's hand, as he felt the blood soak through the gauze, "You're doing good.... I'm going add more pressure." And Puck did.
Kurt screamed, it was just so close, too close, "Stop!"
Puck pulled out, and he brought up his hand so Kurt could see the gauze.
So he could see how red it was, "Kurt, your bleeding really badly. Just let me get it clean up and I'll stop touching you. I don't want to do this, but I have too." Puck tossed the gauze in to the trash and the paramedic handed him a new one. "You have to let me."
Kurt gulped, and gave a huge nod.
Puck put his hand back over Kurt's opening. He pressed and Kurt whimpered. His thigh clamped down on Puck's hand. But Puck didn't say a word. He just kept looking into Kurt's eye, he didn't hide anything.
Kurt's legs began to twitch and tremble.
Puck hushed and whispered, "All I'm doing is stopping the bleeding. That's all."
Kurt's chest was heaving, panting as he turned and stared back at Puck.
The blood had soaked that piece of gauze and Puck tried to pull out his hand.
But Kurt's soft thighs held onto his forearm like steel cables.
"Ahhh Kurt, this maxi pad is full."
A smile broke out on a Kurt's face and he gave a nervous laugh as he parted his thighs.
Puck replaced the gauze and put back his hand.
Kurt's breathing was still irregular and shaky, but it was determined. It kind of made Puck smile, at how much of a trooper Kurt was.
The ambulance pulled up to St James' ER.
"Okay I'm going to make that gauze stay in place. Take a deep breath...." Puck waited for Kurt.
Kurt's heart hammered in his chest as he took a huge gulp, his eyes still locked on Puck's.
Puck firm sandwiched the piece gauze in between Kurt's cheeks.
Kurt bit his lip, bracing himself through it. It's just gauze. It's just gauze. It's just gauze. Kurt repeated that over and over to himself as they unloaded him, rolling him in to the building.
"He'll need a blood transfusion.....and break out the rape kit." A paramedic told a nurse as she rushed towards them.
More nurses came out of nowhere, they took over the caddy. One of the nurses hip checked Puck and shagged the IV fluid. The nurses wheeled Kurt, rushing to a curtained off area
Puck's hand slipped out of Kurt's and Kurt freaked. Twisting and turning, "No, no! Puck!!! Puck!!"
He didn't even think about it, Puck elbowed his way back to the caddy, "I'm staying."
Kurt visibly relaxed and reached for Puck's hand, "He's staying." Puck took it, and laced their fingers together. Both boys' knuckles white.
The nurses glanced among themselves until one with the words senior nurse on her name tag whispered, "Alright, then."
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