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You've Got Me If You Want Me: Chapter 10
Dave paced back and forth, his arms crossed over his chest. His closed his eyes, sighing heavily, as he continued to ignore Dr. Rogers who watched him with a worried look on his face. Every once and a while he would reach up and poke at the bruise that had formed around his eye, wincing as he did so.
"David, will you please sit down?" The doctor finally asked. Dave glared at him, continuing to pace. Dr. Rogers sighed but nodded his head as he picked up his pen. "Fine, we'll just do it this way. So tell me, David; you and Connor got into a fight yesterday. Care to tell me why?"
"He's an asshole, that's why!" Dave growled, finally flopping down in a chair in front of the doctor's desk.
"Care to elaborate?"
"He's been helping him," Dave mumbled, not meeting Dr. Rogers eyes. He realized this made him a snitch but he was so tired. "Connor's been helping Kurt. They cover for each other so they can sneak away and throw up after meal time. Or so they can throw away food without anyone seeing it. Kurt was doing fine and then this asshat moves in and he just gets worse."
"Did you talk to Connor about this? Or Kurt?"
"Kurt won't talk to me," Dave said, jumping to his feet again and continuing his pacing. "And Connor just laughs it off like it's some big fucking joke! They look like fucking holocaust victims! It's disgusting!" Dr. Rogers scribbled something on his notebook, his eyes not leaving Dave.
"Thank you for telling me this, David. I will alert the nurses and orderlies on Level Three to keep a closer watch on Connor and Kurt. Now I want to talk about you."
"What about me?" Dave growled, not looking up.
"Were you aware that I was ready to move you down to level two, David? Last week I was ure you were making progress; you have begun to accept that you are gay, you've started to understand that this doesn't make you a bad person and that it's not your fault that your classmates don't understand this. You've accepted that you don't have a choice in this. You've even stopped taking responsibility for things that have happened here that you had nothing to do with. I was very impressed with this David. You've been here for three months, I've seen it take much longer."
Dave slowly lowered himself back into his chair, cradling his head in his hands. He didn't want to be moved down to level two; not yet, not without Kurt. How was he supposed to keep the smaller boy safe if he couldn't even see him? He bit his lip, looking up at the doctor's worried face.
"While I am still impressed with your improvements, I have to say you've taken a step back to some extent. I see the way you wince when someone starts talking about homosexuals, even if it isn't a derogatory statement towards you. Also, there's the co-dependence you seem to have with Kurt, David. Mr. Hummel isn't your responsibility. You shouldn't have to worry about what's going on with him, that's our job. And this fight hasn't helped me prove that you don't have some kind of dependence on him. I understand that you two knew each other outside of Oak Front Hills, but you rely on him far too much."
Dave bit his lip, saying nothing in his defense. He vowed at that moment that he wouldn't say anything until Kurt was better two. Dave didn't want to leave Level Three until he knew Kurt could come with him. He had promised the gleek that they would get each other through this and Dave was determined to keep his promise. After a few moments of silence, Dr. Rogers sighed and called for an orderly to escort Dave back downstairs. Dave growled slightly as Seth took his elbow but stayed silent as the entered the elevator.
The large boy gently lowered into a seat next to Kurt at a table near the nurse's station. Kurt flinched at the close contact but didn't make a comment. Dave reached a shaky finger out and stroked the fresh, white bandage that was wrapped around the young teen's wrist. He bit his lip, looking around slightly.
"They wanted to send me to Level Two," he whispered, sighing when Kurt flinched again. "But I'm not going without you. I'll stay here until you get better, I promise." Dave looked up searching Kurt's face. He bit his lip as the blue eyes filled with tears. "It's okay. Everything is going to get better. I'll wait. I'll wait as long as I have to."
The two boy's sat in silence for a long moment, Dave continuing to watch Kurt's face. The gleek finally bit his lip and reached out a shaky hand. He latched his too thin digits with Dave's and squeezed as tight as he could. It wasn't much, but Dave would take it.
Kurt sat back in the wheelchair as he was escorted downstairs for a check-up with one of the physicians. His wrists were loosely bound to the arm rests and a thick strap was locked around his waist. He kept his head low, hiding the tears that were still pouring down his face. His check-up was following an hour long discussion with Dr. Baker which had done nothing to help Kurt's mood.
The patient and doctor had argued about Kurt's latest cutting session and the fact that someone had told on Kurt and Connor for purging after their meals. The doctor had accused Kurt of not facing what had happened to him.
"This is going to take a while to get through, Kurt, I understand that. But you can't just shove it away. It's going to eat at you and eat at you until there's going to be nothing left. You know that cutting, or not eating is dangerous. But you just let the trauma of what happened to you eat at you and eat at you until cutting and purging is all you have left. If you don't begin to accept what happened to you, Kurt, you're going to die and there is going to be nothing I can for you."
Kurt had began to sob, not wanting to admit that the doctor was right. He had clamped his mouth shot, refusing to continue the conversation. He had sighed, slouching in the wheelchair as Dr. Baker explained that he was being taken to the first floor where a doctor would be giving him a check-up. He also explained that Kurt had to be restrained since he was going to be on the first floor. The boy didn't even fight.
Kurt sat perched on the edge of the table, his face still down turned. He flinched as a doctor he hadn't seen before gently removed the bandages around his wrists. The man, Dr. Lewis, had cold hands and Kurt let out a shaky breath as goose bumps covered his skin. Dr. Lewis made small talk as he carefully checked over the cuts that had been sown shut, rubbing an ointment over them to keep them clean. His skilled hands moved, prodding gently at the teens ribs and stomach, checking for damage from Kurt's eating disorder. Dr. Lewis reached up to his neck, looking for his stethoscope which wasn't there.
"Damn," he muttered, shaking his head. "Tell you what, Kurt, I'll be right back. I'm going to leave you unrestrained because I trust you. Don't make me regret it." Kurt nodded, biting his lip. He let out a shaky breath as the door shut behind the doctor, grinning slightly when he didn't hear the click of the lock. He waited a moment or two before sliding off the table and rushing to the door. He stuck his head out, looking and making sure that no one was outside the door. With a deep breath he ran down the hall in the opposite direction Miss Higgins had brought him the first day. He stopped in front of a small door at the end of the hall, grinning up at the sign that said 'Emergency Exit.' Kurt through one last glance over his shoulder before shoving the door open.
It wasn't the opening of the door that set the alarm off. It was the anklet, once again fit tight around his ankle after his latest hospital stay, that set the alarms off. The siren reminded him of the fire drill at the high school, a constant high pitched ringing. He flinched as he heard the doors and window starting to lock down. He bit his lip but ducked his head, running for the tree lines. He could hear yelling close to the building but he didn't hesitate. Kurt whimpered as he tripped over a tree branch but quickly climbed to his feet, running deeper into the forest. He didn't know where he was going but he knew one thing for sure: he was never going back to Oak Front Hills if he could help it.
Dave had been napping when the alarms started going off. He jumped, almost falling off his bed as the heavy doors and windows locked. Orderlies ran down the hall, quickly escorting patients back to their rooms so they could be checked off a list. Apparently the doctors weren't sure who had escaped. When an anklet passes through an outside door it isn't supposed to, all the rest of the doors and windows locked down.
Dave rubbed at his eyes, feeling completely groggy. He slide to the end of the bed before hauling himself to his feet. He leaned against the door, trying to see down the hall through the tiny window on his door.
"It's Kurt, isn't it?" he heard Seth ask as the orderlies and nurse's gathered in the hall. "He was being taken down to the first floor for a check-up."
"It does appear that it's Mr. Hummel," Dave heard Mrs. Tyme state, he voice squeaky. "Dr. Lewis left him unattended and he got out the side door in the examining room suite. A search of the grounds is being performed now."
Dave whimpered, carefully sitting down on his bed. His head was pounding and he black eye felt more swollen after he had slept on it. It his him hard as he realize Kurt had somehow escaped. Didn't he realize that these people were trying to help him? Didn't he understand how much he needed help? And didn't he realize how much Dave needed him? He let out a loud sob as he curled in on himself, his pillow slowly getting wet.
It was a good two hours before the total lock down was ended inside Oak Front Hills. Kurt had yet to be found, but the police had started their own search for the teenager. The patients from Level Three were to be escorted upstairs for dinner but Dave didn't show in the common room. The former football player flinched when he heard a light knock at his door. He looked up to see Seth standing there.
"Time for dinner, Dave," the orderly said, his voice guarded.
"It's cold out there," Dave mumbled back.
"Excuse me?" Seth said, stepping into the room.
"It's…It's November now isn't it? I mean I'm pretty sure it is, I've kind of lost track of the days. But it's November in Ohio. And Kurt ways less than 100 pounds. He'll freeze to death." Seth let out a tired sigh before sinking down onto the corner of Dave's bed.
"They'll…They'll find him. They've got a bunch of people looking for him. It's just a matter of time. Now, how 'bout some dinner?" Dave shook his head sadly and Seth sighed. "I'll just tell Mrs. Tyme you don't feel good and get your pills early. Everything will be fine, Dave."
Dave watched as the orderly walked away, pushing his blonde hair out of his face. The tired teen sighed, burying his head in his pillow again. He wanted to believe Seth. But he had grown to learn that Kurt was always full of surprises; surprises that Dave almost never liked.
AN: I hope you like it. I'm so sorry it's taken so long to update, but schools started again and my updates will be random. I'll try to write more as soon as I have time. Please review!