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You Got Me If You Want Me: Chapter 13
Kurt sat in the corner of the elevator, hugging his knees close to his body as he rocked back and forth. His breath came out in deep sobs and he refused to look up at the two other people in the elevator. Seth however, was trying to talk his way out of it.
"It's not what you think, Mrs. Tyme!" He argued, his loud voice causing Kurt to whimper and flinch.
"You're not talking your way out of this one, Mr. Oliver," she growled. The elevator beeped as the doors swung open and she roughly pulled Kurt to his feel. A tired looking Mr. Reagan stood outside his office, his brief case and coat in his hand. He sighed heavily.
"I guess this means I don't get to go home, doesn't it?" He said to no one in particular as Kurt limped along next to the nurse, his eyes red with tears. "What happen this time?" Mr. Reagan asked as he pressed his access card to the sensor outside his door. The door clicked and he swung it open, stepping aside to the nurse could lead Kurt and a still arguing Seth into the room.
"I caught Mr. Hummel giving Seth oral sex in his room, Mr. Reagan," Mrs. Tyme said, crossing her arms angerly. "This is both an abuse of power and illegal!"
"Illegal?" Seat exclaimed, his eyes going wide. "No way! The age of consent in Ohio is 17! Kurt's going to be 18 in four months!"
"It is illegal, Mr. Oliver," Mr. Reagan said with a sigh. "Kurt is considered unable to make his own decisions since he is in here. Should his father press charges it would definitely be seen as sexual assault."
Kurt whimpered, ducking his head as flashback from Dalton hit him strong. Mr. Reagan sighed again before clearing his throat and continued.
"Seth, clear out your locker and then return here. Mrs. Tyme, would you be so kind as to escort Kurt up to Level Four until I can get his father here. We need to have a group meeting with Mr. Hummel, Dr. Barker, Kurt, and myself but I'm sure it can wait until morning. I just need to find out what Mr. Hummel would like me to do about the Seth situation."
"Yes, Mr. Reagan. Would you like him in 7e or 7g?" Kurt already knew that e meant a strait jacket and g meant strapped to the bed. He hoped to God he said g.
"I believe g will be okay for now. Tell them not to give him a sleep pill, though. I'm sure his father will be here early and I want him responsive.
Mrs. Tyme staid long enough to sign him in on the floor before scurrying outside for her late smoke break. Matt the orderly took Kurt by the arm, tisking at the bruises that were already appearing from the nurses hanks.
"I'd hoped you wouldn't be back, Kurt," the tall boy said with a sigh and he slowly lead Kurt down the hall way. He unlocked the door and the motion lights kicked on. Kurt carefully sat on the bed as Matt slipped the boot off his foot and replaced it was a smaller brace. Matt lifted his feet off the ground and carefully strapped them to the edge of the bed. He apologized repeatedly as Kurt hissed in pain. The orderly made sure his knees were bent slightly to keep him from being too uncomfortable. Next he moved and pulled Kurt's hands up just past his head with his elbows bent. The straps around his wrists were slightly tighter and Kurt whimpered as he tried to work them free. Lastly Matt pulled a strap across his waist, locking it under the bed.
"I'll be back in a few hours to get you once your dad gets here, Kurt. Just try to get some sleep, kid."
Kurt couldn't stop the heavy sobs that racked his body as the lights dimmed. He heard the heavy lock move into place on the door and heard Matt's heavy footsteps as they took off down the hall. What were they going to do with him now? Dr. Barker had never explained what the more intense treatment would be. He just told Kurt not to act out. He tried again to wiggle his hands loose but it was all in vain. Although Matt had always been kind to him, he didn't favor him like Seth had.
He then thought of Seth and whimpered at the pain in his chest. He hadn't meant for Seth to get in trouble. He never wanted him to lose his job or get in trouble with the law. He had just wanted someone to love him. And even if he was in the loony bin, it had felt real. Kurt took a shuddering breath, shutting his eyes. He had no idea how he was going to sleep, but he knew he wasn't ready to face his father.
Dave had had trouble sleeping and was awake far before the orderly came to unlock his door. Although he didn't have a clock, he was sure it was close to seven in the morning. He sat on his bed, watching the drive way where there shouldn't have been any cars and was surprised to see Mr. Hummel's truck and a police car slowly making their way over the speed bumps that littered the drive.
Dave sat back, racking his brain for any sounds last night. Had Kurt ran away again? Had something happened? Apparently Dave had slept more than he thought because he couldn't remember anything. He watched again as Mr. Hummel greeted the cop as they made their way into the building. Ten minutes later, the police officer left, escorting a hand-cuffed Seth to his car. That's when Dave knew something had happened the night before.
Twenty minutes later the orderlies began unlocking the patient's doors. Dave's eyes flicked to Kurt's room which was empty. He hurried down the hall, catching up with Jesse who normally worked the afternoon shift and looked slightly out of place.
"Where's Kurt?" He asked, his heart beating loudly in his chest. "What happened to him?"
"Afraid I can't tell you that, Dave. Just know Kurt's up on level four and they're working everything out." With that Jesse smiled sadly at him and turned away.
Dave cursed, pulling at his hair in frustration. What had Kurt done now? He thought the boy was finally going to get himself together so they could get out of here together. At this rate, Kurt was never leaving and Dave wasn't sure how much more he could take. With a sigh he joined the crowd and got ready for the day, wishing he could just have a normal love life for once.
Kurt couldn't believe he had actually fallen asleep. But here he was, being woken up four hours after Matt had left. The door clicked loud as it swung open and Matt and Ms. Higgins entered. The nurse slowly undid the ties on Kurt's ankles and slid the boot back on his swollen foot. Matt undid the strap around his waist and his wrists and carefully helped him off the bed.
"I have to go to the bathroom," Kurt whispered and Matt nodded before taking him down the hall. Kurt relieved himself and brushed his teeth before Matt escorted him back into the hall where Ms. Higgins had a wheelchair waiting. Kurt gratefully sunk back down and bit his lip as Matt took him upstairs.
Mr. Reagan, Dr. Barker and his father were talking quietly when he entered the room and Kurt wondered how long his Dad had been there. Burt looked pale and tired and Kurt hated that he had caused that. He expected his father to hug him when he came into the room but instead Burt sighed and shook his head. Kurt swallowed thickly and ducked his head to keep his dad from seeing the tears in his eyes.
"Well Kurt, I was hoping it wouldn't come to this," Dr. Barker said, standing slowly. Kurt didn't look up. "We'll start out with a few little things. Your pants privileges have been removed; we've found that our problem patients behave better in the gowns to try to get their pants back. Because you've lost so much weight and you're body is lacking nutrients so much, we will be inserting a feeding tube to make sure you get back to at least a minimum weight that is healthy. We will be starting you on tests, just to see how you react in certain situations. Also once you get up to a healthy weight you'll undergo a few round of shock treatments. This is supposed to help with your depression. I'd like to start you on them now, but I fear that your heart wouldn't be able to take the stain."
"And then what?" Kurt asked quietly, still not looking up.
"Hopefully after that, we'll have seen some improvement in you Kurt. I have, however talked to your father about last possible effort treatment, but I don't want to worry you about that because I hope to not have to use it. Do you have any other questions, Kurt?"
"Will I still be on Level 3?" The gleek asked, worrying about Dave.
"You'll still have your meals with the Level 3's. The machine you're feeding tube will hook into will be in there and there is another patient on Level 3 with a tube. You'll be sleeping and spending the rest of your time on Level 4. Once you're strong enough to withstand some of the stronger tests and the shock treatment, however, you will be moved to the Palmer Building," Dr. Barker pointed out the window to a three story building on the other side of the property. "That's where we do the shock treatment and tests like that. There aren't many patients there so focus is more one on one." Kurt bit his lip and nodded.
"Do you have anything to say to your father, Kurt?" Mr. Reagan, his hands steepled together on his desk.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," Kurt said quietly, still not looking up. Burt sighed and shook his head again.
"Just get him better," he said as he bent and signed the forms on Mr. Reagan's desk for them to begin the treatments. Kurt's eyes filled with tears again. He'd really let his father down. "I love you, kid." Burt whispered as he left the room. Kurt couldn't help but cry harder. Mr. Reagan nodded his head and Dr. Barker took control of the wheelchair.
Kurt was pushed to an examination room where the supplies for his feeding tube were waiting. He sat in the chair where the doctor explained his hands were being strapped down to keep him from pulling at the tube while it was being inserted. Dr. Smith, the resident MD at Oak Front Hills entered the room and slipped on a pair of gloves. Kurt watched with wide eyes as Dr. Smith carefully lubricated the end of the tube before turning back to Kurt.
"Okay, Kurt, this may be a bit uncomfortable, hence the hands. First, I need you to tilt your head back and extend your neck for me." Kurt took a deep breath. "This might feel a bit weird, but his machine is going to hold your head like this. Try not to fight it." Kurt winced as the arms to the machine tightened into his scalp, keeping him from moving.
"Now, when I say so, I need you to swallow for me to help the get through. Like I said, it's going to be a bit uncomfortable." Kurt whimpered as the tube was slowly pushed through his right nostril and down his throat. He swallowed when Dr. Smith asked him, his eyes filled with tears from the weird feeling.
"Please stop," Kurt cried when the sensation became almost too much of him.
"You're okay, Kurt," Dr. Smith said quietly, still pushing the tube carefully down his throat. "Big swallow for me." Kurt did so, whimpering. "We're almost there, I promise. Another swallow."
Finally the doctor stopped pushing and pulled a portable ultrasound machine closer to him. "I just have to make sure it in place right, okay Kurt?" Dr. Smith studied the screen intently before nodding in satisfaction. He pulled an end cap off the tray and placed it on the end of the tube after cutting off the excess. He then taped a tube to Kurt's face so it went to behind his ear. The doctor removed the machine holding his head back and smiled
"You did very good, Kurt! Now, it might feel a bit weird in your throat for a while, but you'll get used to it. Try not to mess with it, or we'll have to repeat this process, okay? One of the nurses will flush it out a couple of times this morning before you're hooked up for the first time. Because your stomach is so small, you'll have five smaller meals, rather than three normal sized ones. Now I'm also going to hook you up with a heart monitor. It's just going to measure how strong your heart rate is and how you react to certain situations. I also need to get you changed into your gown."
Kurt sighed but raised slowly after his hands were freed. He took off his shirt and pants and looked away as Dr. Smith attached the leads of the heart monitor to his pale, bony chest. A small back on a strap was hung sideways off his body and a gown pulled over his head. Dr. Smith handed him a robe before gesturing back to the wheelchair.
As Kurt was strapped to the bed again on Level 4, the gown arranged so he was exposing himself to which ever orderly entered the room next, he thought about how he had really screwed up his life. He thought about how much he wanted to go home and be himself again. He thought about how wanted to sing in Glee Club and laugh at Rachel's theatrical ways with everyone else. He thought about how he wanted to love and be loved. And mostly, he thought about how he wanted to be loved by Dave.
He heard the little machine measuring his heart pick up as he started sobbing, wondering how he had let things get so bad. His throat killed as the sobs irritated the tube and snot poured freely out of his unused nostril. God, he hated himself.
AN: I know it's been so long! Christmas break starts in a week and a half and I swear I'll update more then. And sorry if this chapter wasn't quite up to par. I wasn't really sure how to get this out so I could get to the next chapter. But please review, I hope you liked it.