What's Going On?
Chapter 4 – An Explanation... Of Sorts
~Begin~
Kurt woke up next to Blaine. He at first was curious as to why they were "together" but soon realized they were simply in the same hospital room. Santana and Brittany were the "watchers" it appeared because the two were found in chairs next to the door, asleep. A glance above them revealed to Kurt exactly what he was expecting: it was two in the morning. Just like his previous attacks, he always awoke at this hour.
Kurt stood from the bed, ignoring for the most part the IV stuck to his arm, not to mention the hideous hospital gown he was wearing (and he didn't even want to think of how they got him into it). He clambered over to Santana and whisper-screamed to her, "Hey, Santana!" But apparently, his brain didn't get the memo as it left off the 'whisper' part, as Brittany, Blaine and Santana all awoke (and Blaine, notably got quite an image waking up).
Kurt backed up then, blushing. "Whoops! Sorry! I didn't mean to yell at you guys!" When they just shook their heads he continued, "And- I'm sorry for scaring you back at my house, Blaine. I haven't had one of these attacks since my mother died." his voice got weaker as he ended his sentence. His feet wobbled so Santana and Brittany led him back to his bed, a desperate-looking Blaine watching him carefully. Once back in bed, Kurt asked of him, "So um, why are you in a hospital bed, too, Blaine?"
Blaine shrugged softly at him, still staring deep into his eyes, replying, "I don't know, Kurt. After you fainted I started feeling... sick and I just fell. I guess I'm not exactly sure what happened." he smiled at Kurt, wanting nothing more than to reach his hand between them and intertwine their fingers, but he was too weak to lift his arm, let alone fight off Kurt's refusals.
As if on cue, the doctor then entered. She was obviously new to the night shift (and if Kurt wasn't mistaken, fresh out of college or whatever) especially noticeable by the bags under eyes and yet she had a very cheeky smile. "No worries, gentlemen! Although it was partly based on a panic attack, your body also released some shock hormones, which would be why his eyes rolled back into his head. The two together forced your body to shut down, momentarily."
Both boys sighed, then Blaine asked, "So why am I still so weak?"
Kurt looked over to the doctor. She stumbled a bit before replying, "Well, I believe it took a lot of energy for your body to shut itself off. So now it's trying to recover from that, and luckily it's working hard enough you should be okay." she paused, then turned to Kurt, "And you, mister. We had a look at your health records and though we know what caused your little spell we also want to keep you over night just in case."
With that, the doctor left, leaving no room for questions. Santana and Brittany said goodbye and the scene ended.
~Change~
"CUT!" Ryan said, though he really didn't have to shout. Chris and Darren were really in the hospital and they were only doing the scene with basic equipment (they were gonna spoof it up later) and they were lucky the hospital was generously (meaning were paid handsomely) letting them film here at all.
After the crew gathered their things and left, Naya, Heather, and Ryan stayed behind. Ryan spoke first, "Thank you, boys, for allowing us to film. Hopefully you get better soon. I am really liking how the story is exploding!" after that, he left, saying his goodbyes to them all.
Naya and Heather followed, hugging both boys and leaving as well. Darren looked over at Chris, his soft eyes almost burning into Chris' soul. "I'm sorry for worrying you, Chris." Darren said, but Chris shushed him.
"No. I should be the one apologizing. If I had warned you guys or something then you wouldn't have panicked." Chris said. Darren shrugged, accepting on the apology.
Unexpectedly breaking their "moment", in came Max and Grant. "Hey guys," Grant said, "feeling any better?" to which Darren shrugged a bit and Chris nodded.
"Well, I am. Darren here is still a little weak, but he's better." Grant nodded. Max seemed a bit put off but he stayed, nevertheless.
~Change~
The boys had talked an hour off, spoke only of things pertaining to Glee. But then, a silence overcame them. Luckily, a nurse came in to break the silence. "Oh! You boys are still here? Well, you better go, Darren and Chris need their rest." she walked next to Darren's bed to change the I.V.
Grant and Max nodded. "Well, bye then. I hope you guys are better soon!" Max said.
Once the door closed, Darren turned over to Chris. "Hey, Chris?" Chris looked over and nodded, a sign to continue, "If we get out tomorrow, can we go somewhere? Just the two of us?"
Chris looked taken aback, but only for a moment. "Sure, Darren. Anything you want." he reached over and took Darren's hand. "Now let's get some sleep."
Darren nodded, before they both fell asleep, still loosely grasping each other's hands.
~Change~
Darren awoke suddenly, feeling Chris' hand wrenched from his own. "What's going on?" he pleaded loud enough to be acknowledged.
A nurse came over and shushed him softly, "Sir, Chris awoke in the night screaming. He hasn't acknowledged anyone, as if his body is still asleep. And yet, his condition is still deteriorating. I believe we might have to induce a coma here shortly."
Darren, far too shocked to answer, just glanced over, to see a distraught Chris, flailing in his bed. His screams pierced the air, a very frightening sound.
~Change~
The scream must have woken Darren, as he immediately awoke, as if Chris himself were actually screaming, rather than in his dream.
Darren looked over, and grabbed Chris' hand, his strength much better than yesterday. "I love you, Chris." he whispered.
~To Be Continued~
Author's Note: Well, I can see this is becoming very Klaine-y, but don't worry! This is but one portion. Ryan has much in mind *tee hee hee...* So please, don't forgot to review and fuel my tired mind!