Kurt's POV

Kurt flouted in and out of consciousness for what felt like days. Every so often he would hear a voice he recognised among the voices if strangers and try to speak, but he just couldn't open his mouth, no matter how hard he tried. Every time he started waking up though he would soon fall even deeper into unconsciousness. It should be disconcerting, Kurt knew, to have no control over your body, to not be able to wake up, but he was just so- so tired he couldn't bring himself t care.

When Kurt finally woke up it was dark in his dorm room. There was a small source of light coming from under the door. It seemed closer than it normally did though, like his room had shrunk in the night whilst he was sleeping and nobody had thought to inform him of it happening, ask him permission. And his bed seemed to be in a different position, like whoever had shrunk his room had decided to rearrange the furniture whilst they were at it.

As Kurt's eyes adjusted to the dark he soon realised why everything didn't seem quite right. He wasn't in his room at all. Instead he was in a small L shaped room with a room that Kurt assumed to be a bathroom cutting into the space and one other door leading out of the room. On the opposite wall a large window showed the dark morning sky, the sun just starting to rise. There was a rather uncomfortable looking chair beside his bed and his bed itself was made up of a thin mattress and one blanket.

There was something about this place that seemed jarringly, awfully familiar about the room.

* flashback*

"daddy, where are we going?"

"We're going to visit mommy Kurtie."

"Yey! Mommy!"

A few minutes later Kurt and his father reached the Westville private hospital, ward B, Kurt's mother Elizabeth was in room 27B. Kurt had never been to a hospital before and the white walls, hard floor and smell of disinfectant scared him.

When Kurt and his father reached Elizabeth's room Kurt was in no way prepared for the sight that met him.

He mother lay on what looked like the most uncomfortable bed in the world, in the middle of the room. There were machines all around her, some beeped to a steady rhythm, and some flashed numbers and letters across the screen every 30 seconds, making Kurt's mother look small and weak and- and- fragile in the middle of the bed, and- and no- no that wasn't right, Kurt's mommy wasn't any of those things, Kurt's mommy was the strongest, most brilliant person Kurt knew and why were they making her look like that daddy? Why did mommy look like that?

That day Kurt had told himself that he would never enter that room again.

*end flashback*

The number on the room Kurt was in now clearly read 27B.

Kurt couldn't take it, being in this room where his mum had been just two days before she died.

Kurt sat up abruptly wincing at the sudden pain in his head, only then did he notice the bandage that was wrapped around it tightly.

Kurt's chest was beginning to hurt again from being in the room he promised he would never go back to. He tried to move again, finding it a little bit easier this time. As he moved he felt something pulling on his arm. He looked down and saw a needle attached to a drip going into his skin. He yanked the needle out and felt a shooting pain go up his arm at the suddenness if it. The machine beside him which he had only just noticed started beeping quite fast, Kurt guessed that was his heart monitor as the rhythms seemed to match.

Kurt was starting to panic now, he could feel his breathing getting faster and faster, shallower and shallower. He was hyperventilating and his head was starting to spin. He felt like the walls were closing in on him, trying to trap him in there.

Just then the door to room 27B opened and in walked Thad.

Thad's POV

As Thad walked into the room with his cup of coffee he saw Kurt sitting up on the hospital bed, his normally happy blue eyes filled with fear.

"Kurt? Kurt can you hear me? Kurt, are you feeling alright?"

"I-I need to g-g-get out of here."

"Kurt calm down, as soon as the doctors have checked you over I'm sure they'll let you leave soon enough."

"N-n-n-no I, I need to leave this room n-n-n-now!"

"Kurt? What's the matter? What's going on? Why don't you like this room?"

"Because,". Thad almost couldn't hear Kurt, he was talking so quietly. "they told me my mom was going to die in this room."

Thad didn't know what to say after that, should he say sorry? But it wasn't like it was his fault. "Um- I'll- I'll see what I can do, Kurt. Just- just calm down ok? You have to calm down"

Thad quickly left the room, but not before almost pushing Kurt back into bed. He thought about reinserting the needle, he had done it plenty of times before with his sister, but decided against it. It would probably just freak Kurt out anyway, and then he'd have to explain about his sister, which he really wasn't up to at the moment.

The nurse at the desk was very helpful. (with a little persuasion from a few $50). Thad even paid extra for one of the better rooms. He knew what it was like, having to wake up in a room so closely related with a loved ones death. that's why he spent all his time at Dalton, hardly ever going home, even in the holidays. So he didn't have to see that room, her room. The room that contained so many happy memories of his little sister, the room where she had almost died. No, he didn't go home, he went to the hospital everyday to see her, he knew all the nurses on the cancer ward by now, they had gotten used to him sleeping there most nights in the holidays, they would even prepare a bed for him the day before he arrived.

Thad had been coming back from visiting her when he got to Kurt's room. He couldn't be in the same hospital as her and not see how she was, even if she was asleep and he had no plans of waking her. He would be back again later anyway, at the normal time.

Kurt's POV

A few hours later after being moved to a different room (Kurt suspected there was a rather large check involved in getting him moved so quickly) Kurt had been checked over by the doctor and was allowed to leave. Apparently Kurt had blacked out due to severe stress, his body shutting down in order to recuperate and allow his parasympathetic pathway of his autonomic nervous system to completely take over from the sympathetic pathway to lessen the pressure that the stress was putting on his body; the pain in his chest was all in his head, which had a baggage rapped around it. Kurt would have to comeback in a few days for a check-up but for now he was free to go.

All the way back to Dalton Kurt was thinking about Blaine, had James told him what had happened, yet?

A/N

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