In record time, Mr. Schue showed up at the emergency room, and spotted Finn immediately. The tall teen was pacing back and forth, fists clenched, tears shining on his face. He's alone. Burt and the woman he assumes is Finn's mother were over near the desk, comforting each other.
"What happened?" Mr. Schue asked Finn quietly. The phone call had been less than informative, it mainly consisted of Finn's emotional voice telling Mr. Schue that he needed him to come to the ER.
"What happened?" He repeated, then realized something. Kurt wasn't there. "Wheres Kurt, Finn?"
Finn immediately stumbled in his pacing, and Mr. Schue grabs his arm to steady him. "Finn?"
Finn sank down into one of the hard plastic chairs, and buried his face in his hands. "There was so much blood..." He mumbled, his voice thick.
Mr. Schue felt his heart almost stop. "Finn. What happened to Kurt?"
Finn looked up, a pleading, lost look in his eyes. "He...he..." His words caught in his throat, resulting in an odd choking noise.
Mr. Schue put an arm around him. "Take it easy," he soothed.
Finn took a deep breath, and the rest of the information came out in a rush. "I went downstairs into our room and Kurt's iPod was playing and I didn't see him anywhere, and the bathroom door was slightly open and I looked in and he was in there and there was blood everywhere, and his skin was white, and there was blood everywhere and he didn't look like he was breathing and he did it to himself and I don't know why and it was so scary and it wasn't right and it shouldn't happen and oh god Kurt..." His breathing escalated and hitched.
Mr. Schue felt everything freeze for a moment. Kurt. Kurt had attempted suicide. "Finn..." the teenager looked up, eyes reddened. "Is he okay?"
The boy looked miserable as he shook his head. "They haven't said anything."
"He's alive, right?"
Finn lowered his gaze to the floor and ran shaking hands through his short hair. "...I don't know."
The pair looked up as a doctor opened the door. Burt and Carole rushed towards him immediately, and Finn stood up, pleading for Mr. Schue to come with his eyes.
"So?" Burt asked, his usually gruff voice trembling slightly.
"He had major blood loss."
"So?" Burt repeated.
"It's really a 50-50 chance right now." The doctor admitted. Mr. Schue suddenly recognized him as the same doctor that had talked to Kurt when Burt was in the hospital after his heart attack.
"Is he going to die?" Finn asked quietly. Mr. Schue placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Right now..." The doctor sighed. "Right now, it all depends on wether or not he makes it through this first night."
"Can I see him?" Finn was trembling now, and Mr. Schue tightened his hold on the tall teenager.
"Are you family?"
"Not technically, but he's as good as." Burt cut in.
The doctor glanced between them, debating. "Fine," he shrugged. "Through there, third door on the left."
Finn looked over at Mr. Schue. "Can he come too?"
"Is it okay with you, Mr. Hummel?" The group turned to Burt, waiting for him to answer the doctor's question.
Burt shrugged. "It can't do much harm."
"You can all go in now," the doctor said, pointing ahead through the swinging double doors.
It was freezing inside the room, and it seemed all too white. Kurt lay in the bed, hooked up too machines, his skin so pale it blended in with both the room and the bandages wound tightly around his wrists. The slow beeping of a heart monitor and the rattle of the half-broken air conditioning was the only noise.
Mr. Schue glanced around at the others. Burt seemed frozen into place, his arms wrapped tightly around his fiancee. It was Finn who made the first move. He lurched out of Mr. Schue's grip and stumbled over to the tiny form in the bed. Tears were streaming full force down his face by now, and he hesitated a moment next to the bed, but only a moment. He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair out of Kurt's face. This gesture seemed to break the trance that had settled over Burt and Carole, and they moved forward, Burt sinking into the chair beside the bed, while Carole let out nervous energy by straightening the freakishly white sheets. Mr. Schue stood awkwardly by the door, feeling out of place in the aura of family that had descended over the room.
"Kurt?" Finn's quiet whisper made everyone freeze in place and look towards Kurt. His eyelashes where fluttering, and he made a quiet sort of moan. "Kurt!" Finn blinked away the lingering tears that impaired his vision. The pale blue-green eyes opened, blinking away the fogginess brought on by the network of drugs being pumped into his body. He looked to his father and Carole first, a sort of confusion evident on his face. He only looked more confused when his gaze landed on Mr. Schue, standing by the door. But when his eyes finally met Finn's teary ones, understanding and guilt flasheed through the blue-green orbs, but it was quickly subdued by the haze of another wave of sleep-inducing drugs.
Even as his eyes started to flutter closed again, and his breathing evened out once more, he kept his gazed locked on his almost-stepbrother. "I...I..." he choked out, his voice thick and quiet.
Finn shook his head. "Shhh, go back to sleep," he said gently but firmly, brushing hair out of Kurt's face once more.
"I'm so sorry..." Kurt's voice trailed off as he fell back under the influence of the drugs. Tears began to carve a path down Finn's face once more, and Burt's hand clenched Kurt's shoulder in a painfully tight grip.
But slowly, as the night wore on, people began to leave. Burt took Carole home, insisting that she needed sleep. He promised they'd be back early the next morning. Finn begged to stay longer, and the pair relented, but only when Mr. Schue offered to drive him back before midnight. For the longest hour of either Finn or Mr. Schue's life, they sat quietly in the too-white, too-cold hospital room, looking down on a brother, on a student. On someone whose face they could never see again without feeling guilt flash through them, guilt for not seeing when something was wrong.
"Finn, its 11:45. Come on, I'll take you home." Mr. Schue placed his hand on Finn's shoulder once again.
"I can't just leave him here...what if he wakes up again?" Finn looked up with pleading eyes.
"You'll be back in several hours. Kurt's strong...he'll pull through."
Finn wiped his eyes and stood. "Yeah, he will. He is." He allowed Mr. Schue to lead him from the room and out to the parking lot, only glancing back once, leaving Kurt alone in the cold white room.
No one's there when the stitches open and the sterile white bandages become soaked in rusty red blood. No ones there when the alarms go off, and the staff are trying desperately to re-start Kurt's heart. No one's there when the doctors give up and back off. No one's there when they unplug all the machines. No one's there when Kurt Hummel silently slips away from life just before midnight, all alone once again.