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Previously: Blaine went to his first therapy session. He got really annoyed and as he was about to storm out he blacked out.

Chapter 4: Blaine in Hospital

Dr Gathering grabbed Blaine off the floor and screamed for Steve to help. Steve ran as fast as he could to the Doctor's Office where he seen Blaine unconscious. The first thing he did was grab his mobile from his pocket and called an ambulance. When the ambulance arrived a paramedic came in.

"How long has he been unconscious?"

"About 10, maybe 15 minutes." said Dr Gathering.

"Okay, what's his name?"

"Blaine." said Steve, worried.

"Okay, we need to get Blaine to the hospital as he has lost some blood. Can I ask what caused the bleeding?"

"He collapsed and landed on the door then the ground. I called soon as it happened."

"Blaine? Can you hear me Blaine?"

The paramedic asked Blaine this a few times. Every time there was no response from Blaine but he was breathing.

"I know it's not my business but what was he here for?"

"I can't discuss this with you. I can only discuss this with his family doctor, I'm sorry."

They got Blaine into the back of the ambulance. Steve had phoned Mrs. Anderson as Blaine headed to the hospital. She arrived at the hospital.

They were in the hospital a few hours before Blaine finally woke up. He was scared; he had wires all over him.

"What's going on?" Blaine asked, shaking all over.

"You're in the hospital, sweetie. You hurt your head. They think the stress got too much for you." His mother explained, stroking his hand while she did so.

"I...I can't do this, mom. I'm not strong enough." Blaine said, tears falling down his face as he looked up at the white hospital ceiling above him.

"Blaine Devon Anderson, you are the bravest boy I know. Who else could have even admitted they needed help like you did? No one I know." Mrs Anderson said.

"...I want Kurt." Blaine whispered sadly.

"He's in New York, honey. You can't contact him. It's for the best; you know it is."

"I know, but I...I really miss him." Blaine cried. His mother held him close.

"The doctors think you're fine now; it was just stress. You need to rest for a bit then they're taking you back. They've been told that you need to be kept much calmer, and there'll be people there to help you stay calm. Okay? Are you gonna be brave? Are you gonna surrender?" Mrs Anderson asked. Blaine thought back to his last conversation with Kurt, where he had asked him that very question. Blaine tentatively nodded.

"I'll get better. I will." Blaine whispered.

"I know you will." Mrs Anderson said in reply and kissed her son's forehead.

A few hours later, Blaine was discharged and was escorted back to the clinic. He talked to Steve for a few hours about how to keep calm and that his treatment would continue in his own time. Blaine was happy to have so much control over how much progress he could make, but he knew deep down he wanted to be in New York, lying in bed with Kurt in his arms.

That night, Blaine was lying in bed as he turned off the lamp and closed his eyes. He pictured Kurt's beautiful face smiling at him.

"I'll be home soon, Kurt. I promise." Blaine whispered as he drifted off to sleep.