So hey sorry this is so late. I've had massive writers block. I hope you like it.
When Blaine was next aware he felt infinitely better. The awful crackly pain was gone from his lungs and he even felt a little bit cooler. His thoughts immediately went to Kurt and he jumped up, or at least tried to. It hurt too much and his breath caught in his chest. But Kurt was there, moving into his field of vision and holding him back on the bed.
"Blaine Baby, shh, it's okay, you're safe. You had an asthma attack, a bad one, but you're going to be fine, just stay still while the meds do their job. You're in the emergency room with me. Do you remember what happened. Blaine shook his head nervously. Kurt's explaination was cut short by a doctor, who bustled into the room.
"Well hello Blaine, it's nice to meet you. How do you feel?"
It took Blaine a minute but after squeezing Kurt's hand tightly he responded.
"Fine as long as I don't move."
"Well that's perfectly normal Blaine, you had what is called an Asthma Attack, where the passages of your lungs constrict, restricting your airflow. The medicine we gave you takes some time to work but in about 20 minutes you should be as good as new. You also have a fever, likely the result of hypothermia. How long were you outside for?"
Panicking at the fact he didn't know Blaine shook his head repeatedly until Blaine cupped his face in his hands and said
"Blaine, just focus on getting better. You're safe here, you've done nothing wrong. Rest please, for me?"
"Okay" Blaine said trustingly, squeezing Kurt's hand even as his breathing evened out and he slackened onto the bed.
"Now Kurt, the doctor said. "Blaine is just about out of the woods. He'll have to spend a few days resting. Here is the number for an area allergist that he should see for a comprehensive evaluation once he's feeling better. Kurt, in the examination we discovered numerous cuts and scrapes. Can you explain these?"
After looking sadly down at Blaine and squeezing the hand that still was interlaced in his Kurt responded slowly. His voice was lower and rough.
"After Blaine came out to his father a few years ago he's been treated like shit whenever he's at home. He can't make the littlest mistake without getting punished for it. His mom's okay but she can't stand up to his dad and she'd go away with him if his dad got reported. His nearest relatives are even worse and Blaine's scared to go there. My parents can't take him in because we've barely got any money. We've done our best to give him a home though. Its been hard this year because I've been away at NYU and he's a senior back in Ohio. I don't know the full story; he just showed up at my door last night with those bruises. I haven't gotten him to talk about it yet. I was just trying to get him warm and comfortable. He was freezing."
" I'm going to put you in contact with a social worker that can help determine a good next step for Blaine, and give him some pain medication for the bruises. The cuts appear to be recent but not requiring stitches, so have him keep them clean and if they appear to be getting infected you may need to come back. Do you have any questions?"
"What do I do if he has another attack?"
"If he begins to feel shortness of breath have him sit down and focus on breathing deeply. Make him as comfortable as possible and call 911. An allergist however, will be able to effectively prescribe him an inhaler and possibly additional medications to manage additional symptoms. He has an excellent prognosis. With appropriate medication and monitoring virtually all asthma patients live a normal life. Let me see."
He went over and checked several machines that were beeping away around the bed.
"Well, his O2 stats are back to normal and his vitals are excellent. His fever while still a bit high is well within normal limits, so as long as he continues to take ibuprofen and he comes in again if it rises or does not go down within a day or so. Are you willing to accept responsibility for him upon discharge?"
"Of Course." Kurt said without question. He knew that he had classes that week, but Blaine was more important and he was doing fine in all his subjects.
"Then if he's able to sit up and walk around the room without suffering symptoms we should be able to discharge him shortly. How about you wake him back up while I get the discharge papers ready."
After he bustled away Kurt brushed his lips to Blaine's forehead murmering
"Sweetheart it's time to wake up. We're going home. You're going to be just fine."
Blaine stirred sleepily then opened his eyes.
"Kurt, what is it, where am I?"
"Blaine you had an asthma attack but they gave you medication and if you can stand up and walk safely you can go home."
To Kurt's supprise Blaine started to tear up.
"Please don't make me go back to Lima. I can't Kurt, I just can't. Please, please."
"Oh Blaine" Kurt said. "You don't ever have to go back to Lima. Just come back to our apartment and we'll figure everything out. We're in this together, remember? Come on, it'll be fun. We can watch TV and become professional broadway stagedoorers. But only if you want to babe. It's up to you. I love you."
"Kurt," Blaine spluttered. "Of course I want to. Of course. Thank you. I don't know what to say."
Kurt silenced him with a quick peck of a kiss. "Say we can watch Mulan Rouge as many times as I want."
"Of course my love. Of course."
Kurt was just about to give him a real kiss when the doctor and a group of nurses came in.