The ugly ass yellow hospital curtain gave a horrible whine as it was pulled around Kurt and his new bed. Puck dragged a chair up to Kurt's bed, and held onto the teen's hand.
A nurse came up to Kurt with a thick needle in her hand, "I'm going to stick this into you, so we can hook up the transfusion." She didn't even wait for a response just stuck in the arm.
Puck flinched catching the nurse's attention.
"Are the pain killers wearing off yet?" She asked as she eyed Puck
Kurt rolled his head side to side, "I'm A negative."
Puck clamped down around Kurt's hand harder, "Oh god he's delusional!"
"That my blood type, you moron." Kurt groaned.
The nurse just chuckled, racing off and back again. She came back with another nurse.
As one hooked up the sac of blood onto the IV, one handed Puck a gown, "Can you put this on him? I have to get the casting set up."
Puck took the thin cotton dress, and smiled at Kurt, "I'll need my hand back." Kurt reluctantly let go of him.
Puck pulled the bloody sheet down to mid waist, stopping when he saw the huge bite mark over Kurt's left nipple."Do you guys have any bandages?"
The IV nurse pulled a package out of her front pocket handing it to Puck. Ripping it with his teeth, Puck leaned over the wounded, blushing teen.
Puck inspected the cut, "The ass bit you," Puck gingerly placed the square patch over the Kurt's wounded nipple, rubbing over it to smooth the bandage out.
Kurt had never been touched so lovingly before, and that scared him.
The blood was hooked up and dripping into Kurt's system.
Puck held out the dress, only holding it with one end, it tumbled and fell till it just hung in Puck's hand.
Kurt gave it a hard look, "I seriously have to wear that?"
"Yes Miss Diva you have to wear it. It's this or go naked." Puck smirked, because Kurt was still Kurt. "Raise an arm."
And Kurt did, looking away from Puck as he did so.
Puck slid the sleeve over Kurt's arm, "Kay, the other one now." They repeated the same thing.
Now with the dress was covering Kurt's chest and Puck had the sheet in one hand and the gown in the other. Puck had tugged the sheet off and pulled the gown over so fast that Kurt remained decent at all times.
And Kurt was grateful.
"Okay." The casting nurse rolled up beside Kurt on a wheelie chair, "I'll get started on your cast-"
The ugly ass yellow hospital curtains pulled back and another nurse walked in, carrying a white box. All the other nurses went quiet. The IV nurse finished up her business and left with her head bowed. The white box nurse turned to the casting nurse, "How long will you be?"
"Ten to fifteen minutes."
The white box nurse nodded, and walked over to Puck, "I'm sorry, son but you have to leave."
Kurt took Puck's hand, "He's not going anywhere."
Puck glanced over his shoulder at Kurt. Kurt had his bruised face set into a scowl.
"Are you in relationship with the victim?"
"Yes." Puck said it because he knew it was the only way he would be able to stay.
Something caught in Kurt's throat.
The white box nurse tucked the box under her arms, "Then I have questions for both of you."
Puck settled into his chair, his hand on Kurt's bed.
"Do either of you have any STD's?"
"No." Puck said quickly.
Kurt's teeth chattered, "I was a virgin."
"So the damage will be extensive." The white box nurse stated in a clipped voice.
Puck wanted to deck the bitch.
"Do you know who the preb was?"
"Yes." Kurt answered. He was biting down on his tongue to keep his cool.
"He came in with us... I knocked him unconscious." Puck's tone was harsh and proud.
The nurse's gave them a look of shock, "Nick Gibbons? Nick Gibbons did this? You cracked Nick Gibbon's skull"
The two confused teen glanced at each other, until Kurt faced the nurse, "Is there something special about my rapist?"
"He's the governor's son."
They stood there, silent. Both teen boys knew it meant something, but not so sure what is was.
"I'm done." Proclaimed the casting nurse .
Kurt looked down at his fresh cast, truly hating it. He knew it wouldn't go with any of his clothes.
The cast nurse left in a hurry and the white box nurse took her chair. "I'm Kelly and I'll be your sexual assault examiner." Kelly put her white box on a wheelie table, patting the top of it, "This is a rape kit, it will collect the forensic evidence...."
Kelly stood up, "Let's get the more traumatizing part of the exam over first," She bent over the started to fiddle with the side of the hospital bed.
Stirrups popped up and Kelly unfolded them.
Kurt's breathing became shallow and rapid.
Puck watched this reaction. He leaned in closer, putting his forearms on bed, resting his forehead on Kurt's side. "It's OK, their trying to help you, Kurt."
"I need you to put your feet the stirrups. Can you move your legs yourself." Kelly said as she cut open the kit.
Kurt tried but his legs were shaking, and honestly, he wanted to keep his legs closed.
Kelly grabbed at Kurt's ankle, "Can you get the other one?"
Puck's head snapped up, confused at the nurse's word. She gave him a look, and Puck stood up, "You're going to be fine." It sounded a more like a question, then a statement.
Puck moved to the end of the bed, grabbing Kurt's ankle with both hands.
"It's best if we do it fast, so on the count of three." Puck glanced at her through the corner of his eye, nodding.
"One."
Kurt felt their hands tighten around his ankle. He grew alert and sensitive, feeling their pulse beating into him through their palms.
"Two."
Puck re-wrapped and re-tightened his hold, dreading want comes next.
"Three." It was just another case to Kelly.
They hosted Kurt legs up and into stirrups.
Kurt's face scrunched up, as he sucked in air, through clenched teeth. His lips pulled back, his gums ached. His inflated lungs emptied a long-blood curling scream.
"Oh shit, can you give him more morphine!?" Puck wide eyes stared at the nurse.
"I can't he. If I give him any he go under. He has to been conscious for the exam, or all the evidence goes out the window."
Puck rushed to Kurt, brushing the hair out of his pained face, cupping it "Shh, you just got to bear through it."
Kurt's legs made the stirrups, clack and clatter, as they shook and trembled.
The blood down there had started to dry, but not completely. It was tacky, and cracked as his thighs were spread. His opening burned, so fucking much.
Kelly pulled out a speculum, a swap and lube out of her kit, "OK I'm not going to lie this is going to hurt." She sat back down in her chair wheeling in front of Kurt's open legs... "Jesus." Kelly reached in between Kurt's legs and pitched a dirt piece of gauze. She pulled at it gently, yet its fabric stuck to Kurt, the blood acting as as adhesive. Kurt bit down on his tongue, muffling his cries.
Puck watched as Kelly rolled to her box, pulling out a camera, and wheel back.
Kurt couldn't hold onto the cry as Kelly snapped the camera.
Humiliation, that's what he felt. He had taken in stride, the dumper tossing, shushies, contently get dogged on about who he was. Kurt could handle it. But not this, not this exposure. She could see everything, front and back, everything.
Puck wiped a tear that leaked out, with the back of his hand and stood facing Kurt.
Kelly put away the camera and pulled out a couple swabs and sticky tape thing to collect fingerprints. She wiped, pressed and peeled so fast it still had Kurt's distraught head spinning. When she stopped it made Kurt uneasy.
Kurt's hand shot up and snatched Puck's, dragging it over his chest. "Kelly.... what are you doing now?"
"Well right now I'm just labeling the evidence." Kelly scribbled with a thick black maker, signing and dating see through bags, with locked seals. "But I'm start prepping the speculum."
Puck gulped knowing this was going to be the hardest, he knew from experiences.
"Know this is what I have to put into you, to collect seminal fluid."
Kelly raised the speculum high enough for Kurt to see.
It looked like a menacing bird's beak; Cocka... Cocka...
Kelly pointed as the business end of the tool, "I'll put this in, I'll lube you up and the speculum." Kelly reached behind her pulling out a thick cylinder swab. "Then I'll slide this into the opening, and gather his DNA."
Kurt stared at the tool that the resembled a thin hair dryer, "What opening?"
Kelly squeezed the handle, and business end clicked wider... and wider. Kurt's eyes diluted with the tool. Kelly sat back down, "You ready?"
"Absolutely not." Kurt breathed, his nails biting into the back of Puck's.
"Can you give us a minute to mentally pre-pare of this?" Puck asked over his shoulder.
The nurse gave a small half smile, and pulled back the ugly ass yellow hospital curtain, disappearing behind it. As she closed it Kurt's other hand went to grab onto Puck's elbow, but his IV tube cut him short. But it didn't stop his panic.
"I can't do this, I- I just can't!" Tears swelled in Kurt's eyes. Kurt rolled his head to side, wanting to just hide from all of this.
Puck cupped Kurt's chin forcing him to look at him, "You gotta, it's going to be fine." Puck knew he was lying.
Kurt tried to roll out of bed, to take his legs out the stirrups, but pain shot through the pain killers, and up his spine, rattling his brain, blinding him.
"Stop, you're going to hurt yourself!" Puck dropped to his knees, eye level with Kurt, "It's gonna be OK, I'll going to be right here."
Kurt pushed through the white hot agony, making himself twist his shoulders, facing Puck, his head whipping from one side to the other, "I just can't! Noah, I just can't."
Puck shook their hands, tightening their already iron-clad hold, "Look, Hummel you are the strongest person I know. You have been taking my shit for years, without flustering, not even breaking a sweat." Puck reached and clutched at Kurt's thin upper arm, "And now, that someone really hurt you, you're just going to let him walk away. You're going to let him get any with it." Puck moved in closer, burrowing his brown eyes into blue eyed teen, "They need this evidence!"
Kurt was swallowing air, taking it in hungrily, but it wasn't enough.
Kurt flopped back on his back, breathing rhythmically, calculated, he was pre-paring himself, fighting off his panicked, freaked nerves.
Puck sighed, "Should I call for Kelly?"
Kurt nodded as he exhaled roughly.
"KELLY!"
And they waited.
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I know where the story is going, It's how it gets there is that's the problem. … If anyone wants to beta and help that would be freaking awesome and I would own you my soul.