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You Got Me If You Want Me: Chapter 4
Dave was beyond confused. He had been staring out the window rather than at the TV. He was trying to ignore Belle, the girl who wouldn't stop rocking back and forth, and AJ, who had started another major argument with himself. Dave had just taken to messing with the seam of his shirt again when the door opened.
A light from the hallway illuminated the slim, tall boy who stood in the doorway and he looked like nothing less than an angel. Dave bit his lip as Kurt Hummel came into view. The former football player was sure he was imagining things. There was no way someone as perfect as Kurt would be locked away in a place like Oak Front Hills. He stared with wide eyes at the rope bruises around the boy's neck and the white bandages that covered both of his arms. As soon as Kurt saw him, something changed.
Dave just had time to ask in a cracking voice "Fancy?" before Kurt jumped at him. Although the boy was extremely underweight and Dave was still a big boy, the punches and slaps actually hurt. Maybe it was because Dave was still weak from getting out of the hospital or maybe it was because Kurt threw a cheap shot and hit him upside his wounded head. The gleek was screaming but Dave couldn't make out what he was saying as his vision swam.
In a flash of white, an orderly ran into the room and locked his hands around Kurt's waist. He pulled Kurt kicking and screaming off of Dave and out of the room. Blood dripped into Dave's eye and he assumed that his head wound had opened again. He could hear Kurt screaming down the hallway as a nurse came running toward him.
"Dave? Dave can you hear me?" She asked. Dave blinked at her a few times his jaw going slack. The blood was dripping off his forehead in a rapid speed and he felt dizzy. The nurse was still talking to him but he let his head fall back as she quickly unlocked the wheelchair he was sitting in and rolled him out of the room. He doesn't remember leaving the floor.
A few hours later, Dave woke up in the infirmary. His head was pounding and he moved to rub his eyes when he found his hands tied to the bed. His eyes widened in panic as he tried to get free. He whimpered, calling attention to him. A nurse came in his line of vision.
"David? How are you feeling?" She asked, a small smile on her face.
"Why am I tied down?" He whimpered again, not meeting her eyes.
"Just procedure, dear. We didn't want you to panic when you woke up and hurt yourself." She quickly untied his hands and he rubbed his sore wrists. She fluffed his pillow and left his bed for a moment before returning with a small cup of water and a pill. "For the pain, Dave. Do you feel okay?"
Dave swallowed the pill and closed his slightly swollen eyes. This was the second time in two weeks he'd been beaten and he figured that was something he was getting used to.
"I'm fine. Is Fancy…I mean is Kurt okay?" Dave asked, looking up at her with pleading eyes.
"So you know Mr. Hummel outside of Oak Front Hills?" She asked absentmindedly. Dave nodded, looking around the infirmary for the smaller boy. "Mr. Hummel has been taken up to level four to calm down. He'll be fine, I'm sure."
Dave sighed but nodded his head as the nurse returned to her post. As he closed his eyes again, he thought about how horrible Kurt had looked when he first saw him. Besides the bandages on his wrists and the bruises around his neck, his eyes had dark circles and he seemed to stare off into nothing. He had flinched when the orderly had touched him and Dave couldn't help but wonder if something had happened to him. Apparently Kurt Hummel didn't have the perfect life Dave had always thought he did.
Kurt woke up feeling groggy. He sat up slowly, groaning when he found he was still wearing the straight jacket he had fallen asleep in. The longer he sat he realized he had wet himself. His cheeks warmed up as they turned red with embarrassment. He didn't remember having to pee, let alone wetting himself. Kurt groaned as he crawled over to the closest wall and rested his back against it. He gently bounced his head off the wall, trying to shift his arms.
Shortly after Kurt woke up, his door gave a loud beep and swung open to revel Ms. Higgins. She smiled gently at him before helping him to his feet.
"Let's get you cleaned up and then I'll take you upstairs to talk to Dr. Barker, okay sweetie?" She said with her quiet voice and Kurt merely nodded. She walked him down the hall where she met an orderly who was holding a change of clothes and new bandages. In the hall outside the bathroom she turned Kurt around and with practiced hands undid the straps of the jacket. Kurt sighed in relief, stretching his stiff arms as the orderly, Matt, guided him into the bathroom.
Kurt had never showered in front of anyone before. Even in gym and his short run on the football team he had always waited until everyone else had left. Part of this was because all the other boys accused him of 'looking at their junk.' The other reason was because Kurt didn't feel comfortable with his body. Especially now; after months of depression Kurt had almost stopped eating altogether and his ribs poked up through his skin. He whimpered at the cold as he slowly stripped out of his dirty clothes and walked into the running shower. Matt stood close by, chatting awkwardly with him about the weather. Kurt's shower was quick and with shaky hands he pulled his new clothes on. Matt quickly rewrapped his arms before leading Kurt back to the hallway.
"Sorry, man," Matt said and now that Kurt was actually listening he was surprised at the deep, southern accent. Matt held the jacket back up and Kurt looked up at him with pleading eyes. "All level fours have to be restrained to prevent them from hurting themselves or others. Once you talk to Dr. Barker he might adjust it, though." Kurt sighed but passively let Matt fix the straps. He was at least glad that Matt set them slightly looser than Seth had so Kurt could move a little more.
Ms. Higgins came around the corner pushing a wheelchair and Matt carefully pushed Kurt into it, pausing slightly to hook up the lap belt. He moved around and pushed Kurt towards the nurse's station.
"I'm taking Kurt Hummel to see Dr. Barker now," he said, and the nurse from earlier smiled and typed something into the computer. Matt pushed him through the metal doors and onto the elevator, pushing the button for the eighth floor.
Matt stayed with him for the ten minutes it took for Kurt's name to be called and then he pushed him down the hall.
"Mr. Hummel, I presume?" A short man with red hair asked from behind the desk. Kurt gulped but nodded. "Matthew, I believe it would be okay to let Kurt out of the jacket while he meets with me. I'll page you to take him back down once we're finished."
After Kurt had been released and Matt left, Dr. Barker intertwined his stubby fingers and stared at Kurt with a thoughtful look. Kurt fidgeted slightly, stretching his arms and shoulders.
"I have to say I'm surprised, Mr. Hummel," Dr. Barker said finally. "You had been here less than an hour when we had our first problem with you. And while you are a very small boy, you have done a lot of damage to Mr. Karofsky."
"He's done worse to me before," Kurt mumbled, his voice hoarse.
"So you know Mr. Karofsky from before you came here? This wasn't just a random attack." Kurt bit his lip, staring at his hands.
"I used to go to school with Dave," Kurt whispered after a few moments of silence. "He's always made my life a living hell; shoving me into lockers, throwing me into dumpsters, throwing slushies at my face. He'd call me a fag and just made everything horrible. He threatened to kill me once…."
Kurt trailed off, cracking the knuckles in his long fingers. He crossed his legs and tried to block out everything that was going wrong.
"He was expelled for that," Kurt continued, taking a deep breath. "But his dad is some fancy lawyer in Lima and got that appealed. So I…I transferred to Dalton Academy before Dave came back. I thought I would be safer there…." He bit his lip again, looking down as his eyes filled with tears.
"Did something happen to you at Dalton, Kurt?" Dr. Barker asked, cocking his head to the side. "Your chart said you've been sexually assaulted; did this happen at Dalton?" Kurt's breathing sped up and his body began to shake.
"I don't want to talk about it. I…I can't talk about that." Kurt whimpered. Dr. Barker sighed but nodded his head.
"We don't have to talk about that now, Kurt, but we will eventually. For now let's focus on why you attacked Mr. Karofsky within a minute of seeing him."
"He's ruined every other aspect of my life; he's broken ribs, ruined clothes. He took my first kiss from me. He made me fear for my life for weeks. Apparently after I left he moved in on all my glee friends and they actually like him. And yeah, maybe he had nothing to do with…with," Kurt paused, swallowing thickly as he wiped roughly at the tears in his eyes. "He didn't have anything to do with the incident. But now I'm stuck here for God knows how long and the last thing I want is to have to go through this with David Fucking Karofsky."
Kurt was feeling more agitated as the meeting went on and his body twitched slightly.
"So when the first person I saw that didn't work here was…was him….I don't know what happened. Once moment I was looking around the room and the next minute I was being dragged out of the room. I…I don't want to be that person!" Kurt said, his mood changing rapidly. He stared at Dr. Barker with wide eyes as he shook like a leaf. "I don't want to be that kind of person who blacks out and hurts people and I don't even know why I did it!"
Kurt's rocking back and forth now and the only thought that he can comprehend is: 'great Hummel, make yourself look even more crazy than you already are. You aren't going home for a long time.' Dr. Barker watched him with a thoughtful expression for a long moment, scrawling notes in a notepad in front of him. Finally he leaned forwards, placing his small hands on the desk.
"I understand you're scared Kurt. And I understand that you've trapped yourself in your mind with these horrible memories you have. Memories about David, memories about what may or may not have happened at Dalton are all circling your head and this kind of makes you a loose cannon. We'll work on that. And thank you for being so open with me. For now, I'm going to start you on a few medications; an anti-depressant, a higher dose of the anti-anxiety meds than what everyone else receives and a mild anti-psychotic. We'll monitor how these work out for you and go from there." Dr. Barker turned and pressed a button on his computer. "I just sent for Matt and he's going to take you back downstairs."
"To level three?" Kurt asked hopefully, wringing his hands. Dr. Barker sighed sadly.
"Back to level four, Kurt. I'm going to suggest you stay down there for a couple of days. Today is Thursday; I'm going to suggest you stay there until Monday. I'll meet with you again before you go back down." Kurt bit his lip, trying to keep his tears at bay.
"You'll be in the jacket for the trip down and dinner. But then you'll be moved to a new room for sleep so your arms won't be quite as trapped, okay? Just do as they ask, take the pills they give you and we shouldn't have any more problems, okay, Kurt?"
Just as Dr. Barker finished talking a small knock was heard at the door and Matt the orderly walked back in. He helped Kurt back into the jacket and got him strapped into the chair as Dr. Barker entered Kurt's new medications into his chart. The doctor handed the file back to Matt who moved behind Kurt to push him back downstairs.
"I'll see you either tomorrow night or Saturday morning, Kurt. Have a good night."
Kurt was quiet on the trip downstairs and throughout dinner. He was allowed to use the restroom and brush his teeth before he was led to a new room. This one was 7f, which apparently was the counterpart to his other room. Ms. Higgins kept a hold on his elbow as she led him in and sat him down on the bed. She handed him a small cup containing a pill.
"It's just to help you sleep, Kurt. We'll start you on Dr. Barker's new additions tomorrow." Kurt nodded and took the small pill, opening his mouth to prove to the nurse that he had swallowed it. "Lay back sweetie," she asked and Kurt did as he was asked. He whimpered slightly as soft cuffs were fit around his wrists and ankles, fastening him to the bed.
Ms. Higgins pushed the hair out of Kurt's face and gave him a small, sad smile. He could feel his eyes getting heavy but couldn't stop the sob that escaped him.
"You're going to be just fine," Ms. Higgins whispered, squeezing his shoulder as his eyes drooped shut. "Good night, Kurt," she called as she dimmed the lights to his room and locked the door. Kurt was asleep before the door clicked.
AN: I hope you liked it. Please review.