I regained consciousness to the smell of bleach and cleaning supplies. My nose burned as I felt a mask covering the majority of my face. I had an oxygen mask, breathing deeply and inhailing the clean oxygen that my body was in desperate need of. I knew I was in hospital, the light from the electric lights and white walls seeping in through my still closed eyelids.
Slowly, I opened my eyes, taking my time as they fought to remain closed. I looked to my left to find a woman with her back to me, short blonde brown hair that I recognised. It suddenly dawned on me that was Carole, I was at Lima General Hospital and she was my nurse. She was concentrating on a sheet of yellow paper that she was writing on. I looked up at what she was looking at, noticing the bag of clear fluid
that was connected to me through a tube. I followed the tube slowly with my eyes, stopping when I saw the needle beneath my skin under a bandage on my hand. I gasped a little as she looked at me, smiling greatfully. "You're awake, how are you feeling?" she said quietly, trying not to overwelm me. I was so greatful as a migrane grew present. I blinked, not knowing how to answer her question, "You were dangerously dehydrated, sweetie" she said breathlessly, almost as if she couldnt believe I was the same boy with the sprained ankle that she'd diagnosed. I couldnt either to be honest. Then my mind swept to a boy that I needed to see. Kurt. The boy who let me out of my prison and brought me to safety, yet again. My heart longed to know whether he was here, whether he wanted to see me. Carole must of read my mind because she smiled softly, stroking my sweaty curls off of my forehead.
"Kurt's in the family room. Want me to go and get him?" I nodded weakly in response, the woman left as I moved carefully to cover myself with the thin sheet.
Moments later, the lady returned with a boy that I could recognise from anywhere. His hair wasn't styled at all and he was wearing black skinny jeans and a top that was hidden by the cardigan that covered it. He smiled sadly at me, his stepmom excusing herself to give us some space. Kurt sat in the seat beside me and my heart rate monitor beeped softly, I took my mask off to be able to talk to him, but I didnt know what to say. "Blaine, how long were you in there?" he asked, as I now noticed the tears that threatened to leave his eyes.
I stiffened a little, trying to relax when he took my free hand. "four" was all I could whisper, my voice almost not coming out at all. The brunette held his breath, one of his tears breaking free and gliding down his cheek. "Since the night you came over?" he said, squeezing my hand carefully. "Came out" I managed, putting the mask over my face once again to inhail deeply at the vapour that was coming through it.
Kurt bowed his head, sniffing a little as more of his tears fell. After what felt like forever, he lifted his head to look at me once again. "You're never going back there. Dad and Carole have agreed, you're moving in with us." My heart beat elevated quickly. Panic and excitement washing over me. I didn't know how to feel about that. It sure sounded amazing, but what about mom? I guess I'll call her later.
Later that night I was allowed to go home, so I went to Kurt's house. Finn had collected clothes from my house whilst I was in hospital. Locking the back door and basement oncemore. I called my mom, telling her what had happened to find she already knew, Cooper had told her but she'd left for work before dad so couldn't let me out. It was bullshit. She should've called him out on it, got the police, ANYTHING to get her youngest son free from the man she 'loved'. I hung up on her, not even thinking about what she was feeling. I was so angry. I didn't know what to feel at the moment. So I didnt. I let my body become an empty shell as it physically healed. I slept, knowing I was safe from harm. Kurt both giving me space, as well as giving me attention to feel part of the family. I knew that the existing crush I had on him before we even met was getting a hell of a lot stronger, but that was dangerous territory. For now, I'll just enjoy the company.