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You've Got Me If You Want Me: Chapter 12
The day after Connor had his heart attack, Ms. Higgins gathered the residence of Level 3 during the daily group therapy session.
"I have some bad news, guys," she began quietly, pulling a wadded up tissue out of the sleeve of her jacket. "Connor had another heart attack last night. I'm sorry, but he didn't make it this time."
Dave had let out a shaky breath, looking at his hands. He hated to think about the boy who had towered over him. Although Dave and Connor had had their disputes, Dave still thought Connor was an awesome guy. He couldn't stop his mind from wondering to Kurt. Is this what would happen to Kurt soon? Would the next time Ms. Higgins gathered them all together be to tell them that Kurt didn't make it. The linebacker bit his lip, closing his eyes against the tears that were welling up.
"We will have a small memorial for him tomorrow night; Think of it as a chance to say goodbye. If you all need someone to talk to, feel free to talk to your doctors or myself, or any of the other nurses or orderlies. Is there anything you any of you would like to say about Connor? Maybe about how you've had gotten to know him the past few months?"
Dave licked his lips, looking up from his lap. AJ began talking about how him and other personalities really liked Connor. One personality which AJ had named George apparently was attracted to men and had been in love Connor. Dave couldn't stop the glare at the obviously disturbed boy. Elise whispered something about how Connor could be obnoxious sometimes but that she had thought he was funny. Belle twitched and rocked back and forth but didn't say anything. Finally Ms. Higgins turned to Dave.
"What about you, dear? You two seemed pretty close?"
"I…I…" Dave stuttered, swallowing deeply. "I-we said a lot of stupid stuff and got in a lot of fights we didn't mean. But I'd like to think that no matter how screwed up we are and how screwed up this place is, Connor and I were friends. Can I be excused?" Dave didn't wait for an answer. He climbed to his feet and left the room, leaving Ms. Higgins calling after him.
Dave stared out the window with mixed feelings. Snow was coming down heavily outside and the furnace was working overtime to keep the residence of Oak Front Hills warm. A tall blonde couple walked slowly into the building, the man with his arm wrapped tightly around the woman. Dave bit his lip, looking away. Without even being able to see the couple, Dave knew it was Connor's parents coming to claim his things.
Dave watched as the snow clumped together, sticking to the trees and grass. The cars in the distant parking lot all were covered in a thin layer of white powder and Dave wanted nothing more than to start a huge snowball fight. In the back court yard Dave could see the level ones playing in the snow and he was extremely jealous. Winter was one of Dave's favorite seasons and he hated being cooped up inside. Just as Dave was remembering all the years his family had gone to cut down their Christmas trees and how Thanksgiving was coming soon, the heavy metal door at the end of the ward beeped. It swung open to reveal Mr. Reagan escorting Connor's parents inside.
"I am so sorry for your loss Mr. and Mrs. Dawson. I wish I could say that we were able to help your son. We truly did try. He was a remarkable man, your Connor. He'll surely be missed."
"It's just so to the holidays," The blonde woman said, her voice cracking as she sniffed. Mr. Dawson tightened his grip around his wife. "Thanksgiving is next week and…I mean we knew he wouldn't be home for the meal since he was supposed to still be getting treatment here. But now everyone's just coming home for his burial. It's…it's just not fair!"
"You're right, Mrs. Dawson. It's not fair. But you must remember that the ones who love us never really leave us. He'll always be there with you, in your heart."
Dave lowered his head, having to stop himself from laughing at the Harry Potter reference Mr. Reagan was trying to pass off as his own thought.
"Your son didn't have many personal items with him here at Oak Front Hills given his Level Three status. But you are welcome to look through his room and take home anything you need. We will truly miss your son."
Dave watched as the couple was led down the hall. They kept a grip on each other as if that was the only thing keeping the grieving parents together. The former Titan couldn't help but wonder if this is what his parents would have been like if his suicide attempt had been successful.
Just as Dave had gone back to staring out the window, the metal door beeped again. The door swung open to reveal Kurt sitting in a wheelchair with his broken ankle propped up. Matt pushed him in the room, signing him in at the nurse's station before moving Kurt to the sitting room where Dave was. The linebacker bit his lip again before slowly climbing to his feet. He grabbed the arm of his chair and dragged it after him, sitting back down in front of Kurt.
The two gay teens stared at each other for a long time, neither wanting to be the first to look away. Finally Dave ran a hand over his tried face, sighing heavily.
"So," he whispered, giving Kurt a crooked grin. "How's your ankle?" The gleek snorted, shaking his head as he bent his knee slightly.
"It hurts. But they claim I won't have to have surgery on it, so I guess that's a good thing," Kurt said, reaching out a tiny hand to take Dave's.
"That's good. Umm, what else did they say? About you, I mean? I mean I'm assuming you've been on Level 4 all week, but now what?"
"Uh, yeah. Level 4 for a week," Kurt said, licking his lips as he adverted his eyes. "Apparently this was my last warning. Um, they've met with my dad and have his permission to start harsher treatments if I continue to act out. I'm pretty sure I'm maxed out on crazy pills. Daily meetings with Dr. Barker, limited group time, more solitary time, and they gave me a minimum calorie intake for each day with daily weigh ins. Awesome." Dave stared at the broken boy in front of him, not sure what to say. He squeezed the hand in his and looked Kurt directly in the eye.
"You aren't going to like this, but you need this."
"You really think so?" Kurt asked, shifting in his chair.
"Yeah. Anything to bring the old Kurt back. But not just the old Kurt, the new and improved Kurt." Kurt smiled at him slightly and nodded, not knowing what else to say. The two boys sat in silence for a bit longer before Kurt cleared his throat.
"They…they told me about Connor. I…I'm sorry? I mean I know you guys had your differences but I kind of think you were friends, too."
Dave shrugged, not wanted Kurt to see the tears that welled up in his eyes at the mention of the late boy. He looked up as the Dawson's slowly made their way to the nurse's station. Mrs. Dawson clutched Connor's sweatshirt to her chest as if she could still smell him on it.
"It really scared me, you know?" Kurt said, his voice barely above a whisper. Dave let his eyes trail over to Kurt. "I…I didn't know that you could have a heart attack that young. I didn't know that eating disorders could do that. I…I don't want that to happen to me."
"I don't want that either," Dave whispered, meeting Kurt's eyes. The two boys sat in silence for a long time, just taking comfort in the fact they were both still there. By the time dinner rolled around, two hours later, Kurt and Dave still sat hand in hand.
Thanksgiving rolled around and the chill in the air hit the brick buildings of Oak Front Hills hard. The morning of Turkey Day, Kurt woke up feeling extremely depressed. He missed his family more than ever and he would give almost anything to see his dad. He carefully sat in the wheelchair Jesse, a new orderly, pushed into his room. He went through his morning ritual, leaning heavily on his good foot as Jesse stood by the door and watched. Breakfast was served on the floor and the patients talked quietly among each other. Dave perched on the chair next to Kurt, eating a piece of bacon off the smaller teens plate. Kurt smirked at Dave who shrugged.
"I'm thankful for you," Kurt whispered. Dave blushed and grinned.
"Right back at you," Dave said.
"I feel like you're my family today," Kurt said, giggling slightly as his morning medication took effect. "Happy Thanksgiving."
"Happy Thanksgiving, Beautiful," Dave whispered back, making Kurt blush. The two boys played checkers most of the morning, whispering silly storied to each other. Around noon the nurses and orderlies from the floor came out and began gathering the patients to lead them up to the dining hall for "Thanksgiving Dinner." Dave fell in behind Kurt, taking the handles of his wheelchair. An orderly hung behind them, making sure they stayed with the group. Kurt wasn't looking forward to the fattening meal and spending the rest of the day moping around missing his family. He laid his head back against the head rest as Dave pushed him through the door. Kurt sat up straight, his eyes open wide.
"Daddy?" He asked, a small grin covering his to thin face.
"Surprise, kid," Burt said, his balding head for once missing a hat. "Apparently it's Parent's Day; even for you trouble makers." Kurt blushed and looked down at his hands as Burt moved behind him to push his chair. Dave fell back and looked around for his family. His face fell when he didn't see them. "Karofsky?" Burt asked, causing Dave to jump.
"Uh, yes Mr. Hummel?" Dave asked, shifting from one foot to the other.
"Your parents not here?" Burt asked, concern evident on his face.
"Um, no sir. They normally go to my grandparents in California for Thanksgiving. I guess they didn't want to break the tradition." Dave lowered his head, ashamed as tears welled up in his eyes. He hadn't seen his parents in three months and had hoped that when he saw everyone else's parents that his would care enough too.
"Well," Burt began, throwing a glance at Kurt who looked hopeful. "you can join Kurt and I. Carol had to work today so it's just me."
"Thank you, sir," Dave whispered, following the older man to a table towards the back. Kurt grinned at the two men in his life and tried to make pleasant conversation.
"You know, when Finn told me you were here two I was pretty worried, David," Burt began, locking eyes with the linebacker. "While this is one of the best facilities in the state, I truly contemplated pulling Kurt and sending him somewhere else. You and him don't have the best history."
"I know, sir. And I'm sorry for that. I've apologized to Kurt. And I mean it."
"So I can see, kid. I'm glad I didn't pull Kurt. I think you're truly helping him. I know he's hit a bit of a rough patch," Kurt swallowed thickly, looking down at his broken ankle and mostly full plate. "But I don't want to think he'd be like if you weren't here. So thank you, David. Thanks for trying to save my son."
The three men ate quietly, Burt catching Dave up on football news and trying to tell Kurt about the glee club and failing miserably.
"This would make so much more sense if Finn was explaining it to you, but they said he couldn't come since he's under eighteen."
"It's okay, Dad," Kurt said with a small smile, taking another bite of turkey. "I'm just glad you're here. I've missed you."
"I missed you, too, kid. Now clean up your act so I can take you home." Dave looked away awkwardly. He just wanted to see his parents and know that they were still proud of him. He wanted a relationship with his father like Kurt had with his. Dave smiled weakly when Burt met his eyes and looked back down at his plate.
After a couple hours the orderlies and nurses came back and began ushering everyone back downstairs. Dave stood awkwardly as Kurt hugged his father tight, tears filling his eyes. Finally Kurt and Burt pulled apart, both whispering that they loved each other. Burt slapped Dave on the back, giving him an encouraging smile as Dave took the handles of the wheelchair.
"Keep an eye on my kid, Karofsky. He's all I have left." Dave gave Burt a weak smile as they walked away. Burt stood, watching with his arms crossed.
"Hey," Seth whispered in Kurt's ear as he made his rounds. Most of the other patients were sleeping off their fullness after the huge turkey dinner. Kurt grinned sleepily up at Seth.
"Hey, I miss you," Kurt whispered back, his eyes flicking to the nurse's station where no one was paying attention.
"I miss you, too," Seth whispered, kissing Kurt's hair. "Tongue your meds tonight. Maybe we can make up for lost time." Kurt grinned and nodded. Dave sighed from where he was sitting close by but didn't say anything. Sometimes it was like things had never changed.
Kurt carefully moved to the edge of his bed as Seth unlocked the door. He carefully stood up, his weight leaning heavily on his good leg.
"We have to stay in your room, babe," Seth whispered, closing the door a little behind him. "That new fancy anklet they got on you keeps you locked in this room at night." Kurt nodded, leaning back on his bed as Seth carefully straddled his lap. "God I missed you, you beautiful boy."
"I missed you, too," Kurt whispered as he kissed Seth heavily.
"What were you thinking? You scared me half to death. I was sure you were dead." Seth moaned as he deepened the kiss, laying Kurt back gently on the bed.
"I'm sorry," Kurt said, nibbling at Seth's lip. The two boy's fought for dominance, hands pulling at each other's clothes.
"Do you trust me?" Seth asked as he carefully pulled at Kurt's pants. Kurt blushed and froze slightly. He took a deep breath but nodded, searching Seth's face. "Then let's try something new."
Seth pulled his own shirt over his head in one swift motion and quickly got out of his pants. He moved back to Kurt, carefully pulling the youngers boys shift off and his pants down slowly, struggling slightly to get it over the boot. His cold fingers trailed over Kurt's stomach and gripped his dick tight. Kurt moaned and arched off the bed. Seth's hips moved fast, digging into Kurt's pelvis as Kurt withered on the bed. It didn't take long before Kurt reached his orgasm, gasping for breath as Seth whipped his hand on the mattress.
"Wait," Kurt whispered as Seth pulled away. "I want to do something for you."
Seth looked at Kurt with wide eyes as Kurt flipped them in a clumsy move. He carefully shimmied back, wincing as his foot hit the ground hard. He stood on his knees and with a deep breath he took Seth into his mouth. Seth groaned, fisting the sheets as he tried to keep himself from thrusting deeper down Kurt's throat.
Mrs. Thyme always took her smoke break at the same time. She had for years and she probably would for years to come. She has just made it out the back door, hugging her coat tight to her body as she patted her pockets for her lighter. She cursed under her breath when she realized that she had left in her purse and groaned as she made her way back to the stairs. She had just unlocked the door to the ward when she saw a door open that shouldn't be.
The elderly nurse could hear moaning as she moved closer to the room that she realized was Kurt Hummel's. The boy had been a problem child lately, and Mrs. Thyme assumed that the boy was caught in another nightmare. With a sighed she moved into the door way and stopped short with a gasp.
Kurt was on his knees with Seth's penis in her mouth. In all her years of working at Oak Front Hills Mrs. Thyme had never caught one of her patients in any kind of relationship with an orderly.
"What the hell is going on here?" She screamed, causing Kurt to yelp and jump. Seth sat up quickly, his eyes wide. Kurt grabbed for his pants and tried to get them up as the nurse strode into the room, grabbing both Seth and Kurt by their elbows. "Get dressed this instant!" The two boy's struggled to get their clothes on and Kurt was pretty sure he was going to hyperventilate.
Mrs. Thyme grabbed both boys escorted them to the elevator. Kurt whimpered as he limped quickly to keep up with the angry nurse. As the doors shut behind them Kurt closed his eyes. He knew he'd really done it this time. The only thought he had was at least he saw his dad one last time before he screwed up everything.
AN: I'm so sorry it's been so long! Pharmacy school is kicking my butt. But I'll try to update as much as I can. I hope you liked it. Please review.