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You Got Me If You Want Me: Chapter 3
Kurt hugged himself tighter as he stared absentmindedly out the car window. He hadn't bothered to say good-bye to either Carole or Finn that morning. Instead he stared at the kitchen table as his step-mother had sobbed and clutched him like he was her last life line. Finally he had just stood up, grabbed his bag, and headed to the car. Burt had sighed but followed, stopping by his home office to grab Kurt's admission papers he had been given at the hospital.
It wasn't a far car ride; it only took thirty-five minutes. All too soon in Kurt's opinion, Burt was pulling up to the guard shack outside the gated hospital. Burt handed over the paper the guard asked for and then continued on through the woods to the hospital. Kurt sighed as he got out of the car, flinching as Burt wrapped a comforting arm around his son's shoulders.
"I'm assuming you're Mr. Hummel?" A nicely dressed lady behind the front desk asked as theywalked inside. Burt nodded, handing over Kurt's admissions papers. "And this must be Kurt. Mr. Hummel, if you would sit here with me and we will get Kurt's paperwork filled out. Kurt dear," she paused when Kurt jumped, pursing her lips slightly, "Ms. Higgins will be here to get you checked in just a moment."
"I have to leave my dad now?" Kurt asked, his voice cracking as he began to panic.
"Not yet, sweetie. She's just going to give you a physical and get your belongings checked in. You'll have time to say good-bye to your father before he leaves, I promise." As the woman, who Kurt later learned was named Mrs. Lewis, finished talking, a kind looking woman dressed in white appeared from a locked door.
"Kurt?" She asked, her voice quiet. He nodded, shifting awkwardly. "Follow me, please."
Kurt picked up his bag, giving his father a pleading look to just take him home. "Go on Buddy, you'll be fine," Burt said, giving him a reassuring smile. As he approached the door, Ms. Higgins moved so her body was covering the key pad on the door. He could hear the buttons beep and then she was ushering him through the door and down the hall. She stopped at a small nurses station and picked up a bare chart that would be kept for him. She scanned his admission papers from the hospital before gesturing to a room across the hall.
"I just need you to change into this gown to do the physical, Kurt. You'll be able to change again before we take you upstairs." With that she handed him a gown and left the room momentarily. Kurt sighed, pulling off his skinny jeans and baggy sweater. The bandage on his left arm was stained pink where blood had soaked through and he wondered if maybe he should have had his father change it for him. He tried to ignore the mirror over the sink but couldn't help but flinch when he saw the bruises around his neck. How could he have been so stupid?
Kurt was just sitting back down on the table when Ms. Higgins knocked on the door and let herself in. She went through the steps of a typical physical: taking his blood pressure, pulse, weight and height. From there, things went a little differently. She turned to the counter behind her and pulled out two new rolls of gauze before pulling one of Kurt's hands towards her.
"I just have to document your injuries in your chart, dear. And while I'm at it I'll clean these up for you a little." Kurt didn't answer but watched as she unwrapped his bandages. She pulled a small camera from her pocket and took pictures of the cuts that littered his arm. Ms. Higgins then cleaned out the cuts, giving Kurt a sad smile when he hissed in pain. She neatly and tightly wrapped his arms up before moving on the next arm. She also took pictures of the bruises around his neck and the cut on his thighs.
"Okay, Kurt,' Ms. Higgins said in an overly cheerful voice. "I need to do a cavity search to make sure you haven't snuck in anything contraband." Kurt looked up at her with wide, scared eyes and she sighed. "I know this doesn't sound pleasant, but I promise I will work quick."
Kurt's breathing began to speed up as she gently pushed him back on the bed and fitted his legs in the stirrups he had never noticed until that moment.
"Dr. Lopez also mentioned that you had been sexually assaulted, Kurt." Kurt's breath caught in his throat and he closed his eyes as tears fell down his face. "It's okay, I'm just going to give you a pelvic exam to make sure everything's okay."
Kurt kept his eyes clenched close as he felt the woman who seemed so nice poke and prod him as she examined him. He took in quick breathes as he felt pressure and tried to block out the images of the boy's holding him down on the bed and someone pressing into him. Kurt whimpered, not hearing as Ms. Higgins whispered over and over again that he was okay and that they were almost over. Finally she pulled away and patted his hip in a signal that he could sit up. He wiped roughly at the tears, not meeting the nurses eyes.
"Okay, Kurt. I just need one more picture of your face for you chart and then I'll get you something to change into." Kurt didn't smile as she took the picture, instead stared ahead with dead eyes. Ms. Higgins left the room momentarily and came back with a stack of papers and a pair of scrub pants. She offered the pants to Kurt and he quickly pulled his underwear back on before the pants. She also handed him a plain white shirt from the new pack his father had bought him that had been in his bag. He pulled on a pair of socks and slipped on the slippers Ms. Higgins had gave him.
The nurse was quiet as she went through his bag, checking in his personal items. There wasn't much; a few more white shirts, socks, and underwear, his journal, a comb, and a picture frame which contained a picture of him, Burt, Carole and Finn. Ms. Higgins sighed as she turned around, the picture frame in her hand.
"I'm sorry, but you can't keep the frame, Kurt. The glass could be used as something to hurt yourself with. If you want, we can just pull the picture out and send the frame home with your father." Kurt sighed but shook his head.
"Just send the whole thing home," he said quietly. The nurse nodded and continued writing in his chart some more. Finally, she turned back to him with two bands. She fitted one, an ID bracelet, around his wrist and cut off the excess. The other she fit around his ankle. It had a small white box on it.
"What's that?" Kurt asked quietly.
"It's hooked into our alarm system so that way we know if you are somewhere you aren't supposed to be." Kurt sighed but nodded again. "Since you'll be a level three your personal belongings will be kept locked in the nurse's station. Once you get down the level two they will be kept in your room with you."
"What does that mean?" Kurt asked, jumping off the table as Ms. Higgins gestured him to follow her. She didn't answer as she led him out of the room. She stopped at the nurse's station again and handed him two cups. One contained a small pill and the other had water.
"All patients are required to take the anti-anxiety medication, Kurt. Once you meet with your therapist you might be started on something else." Kurt sighed but took the pill with no other complaint. Ms. Higgins then led him back to an office area where his father was talking with Mr. Reagan, the hospitals administrator.
"Ah, this must be Kurt," he said, his deep voice booming across the room as Kurt entered. He nodded, sitting down beside his father and taking Burt's hand. "Now that you're here we can discuss policies. New admits begin on the third level. You will basically be in a situation close to solitary confinement. There will be individual and group therapy sessions and limited group time, but you will have a lot of time by yourself in your room. Once your therapist, who will be Dr. Barker, has decided you have progressed enough, you will be moved to the second level where you have a bit more freedom. You must get to the first level before we'll even think of sending you home.
"If we have any problems-attitude, fighting, lashing out-you'll be moved temporarily to the fourth level which is complete solitary confinement. Do you understand?" Kurt bit his lip but nodded, his hands shaking as he tried to tighten his grip on his father's hand.
"Meal times are separated by levels, and being a level three you will be supervised. You will also be supervised in shower time. Medications are mandatory here; what the Doctors start you on is what you must take. These are distributed several times throughout the day. The nurses and orderlies who will be stationed on your floor will be more than happy to answer any questions you will have throughout your stay here. Do you or your father have any questions?"
"What about visitations?" Burt asked, squeezing his son's hand again. "I just want to know when I can come see him while he's here."
Mr. Reagan smiled sadly. "While Kurt's still a level three I'm afraid we prohibit visitations from outsiders. We have found that if a patient is dependent on visitors they don't work to get better.."
"I understand," Burt said, nodding his head sadly.
"Once he's been lowered to a level two, family members are allowed to visit every other Sunday. I will alert you and your wife when he has been lowered to that level. Once he gets to level one, family members and one or two close friends can visit every Sunday." Kurt bit his lip, staring at his father with wide, sad eyes.
"I believe that's the only question I have right now, but I can call if I think of something else, right?" Burt asked and Mr. Reagan nodded his head.
"Now, I'll leave you two alone for a few moments to say good-bye then Ms. Higgins will come back to lead Kurt upstairs." With that he left the room, his shoulders almost too wide to fit through the door. As soon as the administrator left the room, Kurt jumped into his father's arms.
"Daddy, please don't leave me here! I'm sorry, I'll be good! I promise I'll be good. Take me with you!" Kurt cried, his blue eyes already turning red with tears. Burt sighed and tightened his grip on his son.
"I'm sorry, Kurt, but you've got to stay here. I'm not upset with you, but you need to get some help. Just do what the doctor's ask of you and you'll be home with me before you know it." The two Hummel's hugged each other close for another few moments, the only sound was Kurt's sobs. Finally Burt squeezed Kurt tight one last time and kissed him on the forehead. "I love you, Buddy. Get better soon, okay?"
"I love you, Dad," Kurt rasped, tears still falling down his face. Holding tight to his son's hand, Burt led Kurt out of the office to where Mr. Reagan and Ms. Higgins waiting for him. Burt and Mr. Reagan shook hands as the administrator promised to be in contact with the worried father. Burt held his son close to him one last time and watched as Kurt was led away. As the nurse paused at the door to type in the code, Kurt looked back at his father one last time, a look of deep betrayal in his eyes. Burt sighed and waved sadly at his son. Kurt didn't wave back.
Kurt was led to the elevator and stood with his arms crossed. He was cold, which was nothing new since he had lost so much weight since the…incident. Ms. Higgins asked him questions but Kurt didn't answer, instead stared at his feet as the elevator climbed to the third floor. Ms. Higgins stopped at a large metal door and once again typed the code into the alarm box next to the door. The door clicked and she pulled it open, gesturing Kurt forward. She took his file to the locked nurse's station and led him to a back hallway. There she stopped at the fourth door on the left and unlocked it.
"This will be your room. You'll spend a lot of time in here when you aren't at therapy or group time. You'll have time to settle in later but right now is group time. The rest of the patients on this floor are in the TV room."
Ms. Higgins led him down the hall, rattling off facts about where things were. Kurt didn't listen, instead stared ahead of him. When he entered the room, one person caught his eye. Sitting directly in front of him in a wheelchair and looking extremely weak was David Karofsky. And just like that something inside of Kurt snapped.
Before he knew what he was doing, Kurt dove at Dave, punching, hitting and slapping every inch of him he could reach. He punched Dave in the side of the head, not even thinking about the bandage wrapped around the boy's head. Kurt was screaming but he had no idea what he was saying. His thin hands continued to swing at Dave until suddenly hands grabbed him around his waist and pulled him screaming away.
A needle was stabbed into Kurt's thigh, one of the few places left on him that still had some fat. Almost immediately everything became sluggish but he didn't black out. He was dragged to a room close to the nurse's station. Another orderly came in the room carrying a weird jacket. The jacket was pulled onto his struggling limbs backwards and the straps were hooked behind him. His arms were pulled up so he was hugging himself and he whimpered when a strap was pulled between his legs and hooked with the rest of the straps.
The orderly who had dragged him out of the room grabbed his elbow and led him out of the room. He was led to the big metal doors that he had just came in less than fifteen minutes before and typed in the code. Kurt stumbled slightly as they made their way to the elevator.
"'Eve me lone," Kurt mumbled, his tongue feeling sluggish.
"Sorry buddy," the orderly, Seth, said with a smile, and Kurt realized that if he wasn't in the nut house he'd find this guy cute. He kind of reminded him of Sam. "You're going to have a little stay up on level four after that little outburst."
Seth led him to another set of metal doors and typed in the code. Kurt swayed on his feet, his head feeling fuzzy. He was led down a side hall to the nurse's station where Seth checked him in.
"This is Kurt Hummel. He's a level three who's had a little problem. He's new, so he might not be in the system yet. What room do you want me to put him in." The nurse behind the window bit her lip as she nodded. She pulled out a list and ran her index finger down the list.
"Room 7e is free." She reached into a drawer and pulled a key out. "Make sure you bring this back right away."
"Yes, ma'am," Seth said with a smile and a nod of the head. He pulled on Kurt's arm slightly, smiling at the boy who had started to nod off. They turned down two more hallways before stopping at a door with a small 7e sign next to it. Seth put the key in the lock and typed another code to open the door. He led Kurt in, his grip being the only thing keeping Kurt standing when the teen tripped walking in the room.
Kurt stared around with wide, sleepy eyes at his new room. He struggled against the jacket slightly, trying in vain to get his arms free. The walls and floor were completely covered in padding and Kurt realized there wasn't a bed in the room either. A different nurse than the one he had just seen appeared holding a pill and a glass of water.
"Just a follow up to that shot we had to give you, buddy," Seth said, tipping the pill into Kurt's mouth. It took a few tries but he finally swallowed the pill. "Make yourself comfortable. You'll be meeting with Dr. Barker when you wake up to discuss what happened and where to go from here."
Kurt swayed on his feet as Seth and the other nurse left the room, locking the heavy door behind them. A lone light bulb and a high window gave the only light. Kurt slowly lowered himself to the floor, his head even more fuzzy. He struggled with the jacket some more, cursing when he couldn't even get it to loosen up. As his eyes slid shut, he thought of the irony that even in a place like Oak Front Hills Dave Karofsky was still ruining his life.
AN: I hope you liked it. Please review.