The heart monitor beeps rhythmically, the only sound in the room. Two boys occupy the hospital room. One, the older countertenor lies limp and unconscious in the bed. His body broken but in state of relaxation. The younger boy, sits anxiously by his side, holding his boyfriends bruised hand, gently and faithfully, just like he had been since he was discharged last night.

It's been two days, Kurt has been in the hospital two days and isn't awake yet. The doctors insisted upon putting him into a medically induced coma for the first day because of all his injuries. Four broken ribs and five bruised. He has a mild concussion, which the doctors say is lucky considering all of the blows to his head. Not to mention the severe bruises all over his body, especially his stomach and face. not to mention the bruises all over his body. Blaine didn't want to think about it. It was too painful. He knows that Kurt is okay, but he can't let his guard down until he sees those beautiful hazel eyes.

He isn't awake yet, even though they've stopped giving him the "coma medicine". The doctor says it's normal for it to take awhile, but that doesn't make Blaine any less tense.

Blaine himself, was in better condition than the older boy. If you call a broken rib, a light concussion and various cuts and bruises on his back better, then yes Blaine came out on top.

He misses Kurt. He just wants to here his voice and see his eyes. Every moment he is not awake is one more moment that Blaine is wallowing in the worst case scenario.

Plus, he wants to be here when Kurt wakes up, just like someone was there for him.

Flashback

It was dark, that much Blaine knew, other than that he was vaguely aware of what was going around him. He heard a noise that was constant and in some sort of pattern. A beep maybe? His surroundings were becoming a little clearer as he started to feel a dull pain in his chest as he exhaled. He could feel a presence in the room. He really wanted to open his eyes.

His mind was foggy. Something was telling him to open his eyes but he couldn't figure why it was so important.

Then one word escaped his lips without even thinking about it. "Kurt" he mumbled out loud. Everything in the room stopped, his breathing, his pain. All he thought about was the boy he had lost.

Was he dead? Do I know that for sure? Blaine thought to himself. He remembered the bloody and broken form of his boyfriend in the hall. He remembered him going to ambulance. No, he wasn't dead. Blaine decided.

"Blaine, honey, breath." A soft soprano voice soothed. Blaine couldn't place her voice but he immediately sucked in a ragged breath at her insistence. He couldn't open his eyes, fog and haze messed up his mind. He listened for his visitor's breaths and then mimicked them to his own.

Once he claimed his breathing he gradually felt his dulling pain ache back into his mind. His chest hurt and he winced in response.

"Blaine, it's okay. Can you open your eyes sweetie?" The visitor said again. He knew that she was there to help, he somehow knew that he could trust. He had to try for her. He focused on opening his eyes for her. He tried to move the fog and the haze of his mind to the side and open his eyelids. He winced in the pain and fluttered his eyelids slowly open.

At first it was blinding, the white walls the white ceiling, the white sheets. Everything was too white, he squinted at the brightness not wanting to fully shut his eyes in fear that he wouldn't be able to open them again.

He still matched his breathing with the female visitor and then realized that he could see her. With a slow and gentle move of his neck afraid of the pain surprising him if he moved to fast, he looked over at the familiar face. Her eyes mirrored her smile, bright and happy. He knew this women, he adored this women.

"Mrs. Hummel?" Blaine said trying to mimic her smile."What are you doing here?"

She had explained to Blaine the situation. He had been out since yesterday afternoon, when he collapsed in Finn's arms. He immediatly asked about Kurt and she assured him that he was okay, still sleeping but okay. Blaine holds his boyfriend's hand as he remembers the face of the older boy's step mother comforting him like she would her own child. He is grateful to Carole, (that is what she insisted upon him calling her seeing as he had "..saved my step son and all") she had stayed with him until he was discharged later in the day. The doctor had said his injuries did not need an overnight stay.

The doctor helped Carole, re-wrap Blaine's chest, much to the shyness of Blaine, and they prescribed him with pain killers and they discharged him. Once the paperwork was signed, Blaine immediately made his way to Kurt's beside. Blaine has been by Kurt ever since. Refusing to leave his side, not even Carole can persuade him to leave. He will not leave, not until he wakes up. He just needs to be here. He tried explaining it to Carole and she understood vaguely.

However, Carole did not say that he was sleeping because he was in a medical induced coma. This had freaked Blaine out in the beginning considering that Kurt has been out since the incident nearly two days ago. Blaine wonders when he will wake up. When will he get to see his beautiful love again?

The clock just stroke two and Blaine was dozing, his hands in Kurt's and his body hunched over the bed, a position that is both uncomfortable and strenuous to his ribs. He doesn't remember how long he has been sleeping, by the amount of exhaustion and tiredness he still feels, it couldn't have been that long. What if Kurt never wakes up? What if I didn't get there in time? I should have been there, I could have yelled for help or fought better. Blaine mentally berates himself for the millionth time, a single tear sliding down his cheek.

He sighs trying to push the thoughts out of his mind and straightens up giving the limp boy a squeeze of the hand. He wasn't expecting a squeeze back. Blaine eyes immediately dart to the boy in front of him. Scanning his body and face for any type of movement. He stands up and moves his body closer to the older boy.

"Kurtie." Blaine soothes squeezing his hand again, and placing one hand on the countertenor's head, rubbing the messy hair. Kurt doesn't squeeze back this time and Blaine thinks that it is a hallucination. He is about to lose it, he needs Kurt. He needs him to know that he loves him and that he can't take the pressure and the distance between them. He needs to feel his touch. He needs to touch Kurt. To caress him and feel him in his arms.

He begins to sit down and wallowing in his thoughts when he feels another squeeze of his hand. This one stronger and definitely not a hallucination.

"Kurt. Can you hear me?" Blaine asks, tears about to flow. He continues rubbing Kurt's hair as he leans closer to his face. Very gently, Blaine plants a quick and sloppy kiss onto his boyfriend's lips. Tears streaming down his face as he pulls away when he doesn't feel a response.

"That was nice." A faint voice echoes the room, causing Blaine face to practically split from the smile that is across it.

"Oh Kurtie." Blaine says, waiting for the boy to open his eyes. "Can you open your eyes."

Blaine waits patiently as a wince crosses the angelic face in front of him. Blaine strokes his hair again and offers soothing words. Suddenly, Kurt's eyelids flutter and open slowly squinting, just as Blaine had done. Blaine eyes are wet from tears but he can see the beautiful hazel eyes in front of him and all doubt and worry suddenly leave the room. He knows that in this moment. It will be alright.

"Kurt." Blaine says smilng and is rewarded with mirroring smile.

"Hey Blaine." Kurt says weakly.

Should I continue? I could do healing fluff, that could be fun. Not to mention another confrontation with Karofsky and Kurt's reaction to the attack and how the Glee clubbers were involved.

So TBC?