After I Break
A/N: The long wait is over! Thanks to everyone who has convinced me to continue this story. I hope you enjoy and don't forget to review!
DISCLAIMER: No, I still don't own Glee, sadly.
Chapter 4: Impact
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"No!"
Kurt screamed his lungs out as he felt his heart leap up to his throat. The blinding flash of the oncoming truck's headlights drowned his tensed body inside his car.
Then, impact.
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Blaine's thumb felt numb and raw at the same time. It has been around ten minutes since his boyfriend had peeled off the parking lot of Trends, looking hell-bent on tearing up the streets of Lima. It had also been around ten minutes since he had begun pressing number 2 on his phone's speed dial.
"Come on, Kurt, pick-up!" Blaine yelled hysterically at his cell phone. But the other line just rang continuously for a while, and then, just ended without anybody, not even voicemail, picking up.
It had been like that –a sickening cycle for the last ten minutes. The dark-haired boy cursed under his breath as after what felt like the thousandth time he had tried to reach Kurt, the call dropped once more.
"Fuck!" he stared at his phone incredulously and was about to throw it against the paved sidewalk where he stood when it rang. "Teenage Dream" suddenly filled the otherwise quiet late night air. Blaine quickly glanced at the blinking LCD.
Incoming call: Kurt Hummel
Blaine's hand shook as he pressed the answer button and put his phone against his left ear.
"Kurt! Oh, God, I've been trying to reach you! Look, I'm –"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Anderson? But this is not Kurt Hummel," a cold, mechanical-sounding voice came on from the other end. Blaine's eyes hot up. He stared at his cell phone for a brief moment before placing it back against his ear.
"Who are you? And what are you doing with my boyfriend's cell phone?" The hazel-eyed brunette demanded. "If you –"
"I'm sorry," the voce spoke once more. The tone still sounded professional, but it seemed to have softened a bit. "We have been trying to locate a family member to ask them to proceed to Lima General but, all the numbers we have tried so far are either busy or out of coverage area –and your number was in the speed dial so –"
"Wait, what? Lima General? What are you talking about?" Blaine spat out. "It has been a long night –will you just tell me what's wrong?" The junior already started walking back towards the bar.
There was a hesitant pause on the other line. Blaine was about to yell at whoever was on the phone when the person spoke once more.
"I'm sorry, but Kurt Hummel had been involved in a serious car accident about 5 minutes ago. He has been found unconscious in the wreckage and is on the way to Lima General –"
Blaine felt his heart stop. He dropped his cell phone. He did not need to hear anymore.
"Kurt, no!"
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It was half-past ten, when the emergency bay of Lima General came to life all of a sudden. A bloodied, broken figure of a white male involved in an ugly car accident was being wheeled into the swing doors –a horde of interns and residents following him. He was a mess –a resident had pronounced him 20/80 upon arrival.
He may not last the night, they said.
As soon as the last aide, carrying the IV drip was through to the door, it shut close. The sign outside, above the door that said 'EMERGENCY' was lit.
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A few blocks away, a pale, visibly shaken Blaine Anderson was riding shot gun. His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles have all but turned white; he bit his lips so hard, that he drew a small amount of blood; he held his breath for so long, that his face was almost blue.
"Dude, did they say Lima General?" a panicked but quiet voice cut into his reveries, but Blaine paid no attention to it. He continued to grip his seat belt and stared ahead.
"Dude, Blaine, are you sure it was really Kurt? Did they say –"
Blaine kept staring.
"Dude, can you hear _"
"For crying out loud! Just drive Finn! Please!" The dark-haired brunette spat out all of a sudden. He had tried earlier to contact Burt or Carole but their phones were out of coverage area. He had managed to contact Finn though, after a couple of attempts (he had been busy with Rachel, he said) and he was able to ask the tall senior to pick him up and drive them to Lima General.
Finn frowned and then sighed.
"Sorry, Blaine, I was just –"
"Worried, I know," Blaine sighed. "Sorry, Finn. It's just that Kurt and I –we were not really okay before he left, and now –" Blaine closed his eyes briefly before continuing. "I'd kill myself if anything ever happens to him –"
"Hey, don't think about things like that," Finn said in his most comforting manner. "Kurt will be fine –he's strong. Who knows? He may only be getting a stitch or two –he'll be fine Blaine," Finn finished lightly; but Blaine knew that the tall senior did not believe a word he said. 'He did not know Kurt, none of them do,' Blaine thought sadly. Blaine closed his eyes once more.
'Kurt… please, please be okay…'
"We're here!" Finn announced as he wheeled his car into the parking lot of Lima General Hospital, right in front of the emergency bay. He hadn't even stepped on the breaks when Blaine bolted out of his seat and sped towards the nearest entrance.
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Blaine ran towards the reception desk.
"Kurt Hummel, please. He was in a car accident –"
"Are you family?" The kindly old nurse behind the counter asked. Blaine sighed.
"I –"
"He is Kurt Hummel's fiancé. I'm the step brother," Finn finished for him. Blaine gave the other boy a grateful look. Finn gave him a smile as he placed an arm around the younger boy in show of support.
"Our parents are currently out of reach, but I have my girlfriend out trying to track them down."
The nurse nodded.
"Very well, I will need information for you two and for Mr. Hummel as well," she then handed them a couple of forms. "Please fill them up –"
"Can this wait? I mean, we don't even know his condition yet!" Blaine spat out heatedly. "Is he okay? Is he –"
"I'll take care of this ma'am," Finn interrupted, trying to calm the now hysterical Blaine. "But please, at least tell us about my brother's condition first,"
"He is still in the emergency O.R." the nurse said quietly. "I'm afraid that's all I can tell you. Our residents are still working on him," she ended with a tone of finality.
"Thank you, " said Finn. "We'll just wait here." He then moved Blaine and himself towards the waiting area right outside the EOR. Blaine looked like he was about to throw up as he slumped down in a vacant plastic seat. Finn sat right next to him, still clutching the hospital forms in his hands. He turned to face the younger boy who now had his head hung low, his face buried in both his hands.
"Dude, I –"
"This is all my fault!" Blaine cried, still not taking his face off of his hands. "Kurt needed me, Finn! And I wasn't there!"
"Blaine, I'm sure Kurt –"
"No, you don't know!" Blaine shouted angrily/ "Kurt –he –he wasn't well… he hasn't been okay lately. Yesterday …" his voice trailed off.
"What?" Finn asked. "What's with yesterday, Blaine? What's wrong with Kurt?"
Blaine looked at him, and then at his hands.
"Kurt –had been –depressed." The junior sighed. "He –he tried to –"
Suddenly, the doors to the EOR burst open.
"Kurt Hummel?" A stern-looking intern strode out. Blaine bolted from his seat.
"Is he okay? What –"
The doctor held his hand up.
"Are you family?"
"I'm his fiancé! Now please just tell me if he's okay, please!" Blaine shouted. Finn made a move to grab the other boy's shoulders.
"Blaine, calm down," Finn then addressed the doctor. "I'm the patient's brother, is he okay?"
The doctor gave them a heavy sigh.
"We need to make decisions –"
"What do you mean?" Blaine interrupted. "What decisions are you talking about –"
"Our parents should be on their way," Finn cut in, seeing as Blaine was about to already lose it. "But can you at least tell us when will Kurt get out of surgery?"
A pregnant pause came next. Blaine could hear his heartbeat soar.
'Kurt, please, please be okay,'
"The collision and the resulting impact caused, aside from a few lacerations, minor bone injuries and trauma that we have already dealt with." The doctor then paused to allow them to take it in. When he felt that the two teenagers have already digested the information, he continued.
"However, Mr. Hummel had also contracted a massive hemorrhage in his occipital lobe, causing further damage that needs –"
"I'm sorry, what?" Finn queried. "What exactly –"
"He is suffering from internal bleeding in his brain," Blaine filled in for him in a mechanical voice.
"What?" Finn's face was indescribable. He looked from Blaine to the doctor, and back to Blaine. He did not know much about medical terms but, he knew enough to know that it wasn't good news. He closed his eyes as he felt a terrible headache come on. He then stole a quick glance at the boy next to him. Blaine's face was blank –it was as if the dark-haired boy wasn't there anymore –it was now just an empty shell that stood by him. Finn shifted his attention back to the doctor who apparently wasn't quite done delivering the bad news yet.
"Mr. Hummel is currently in a coma –we need permission to perform an emergency open surgery to remove the clotting in his brain."
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A/N: So, it's not on HIATUS anymore, yay! But updates on this will still be slow… unless you can give me 5 reviews or more for this chapter –that would certainly make me want to update sooner! So, tell me what you think: reviews, flames, bring 'em on! -Eastwoodgirl