A/N: I know nothing about comas or being comatose, and this is a fiction story so just roll with my imagination? Also, I want to know if y'all want a music playlist for this story? I have all the songs that inspire the chapters, and songs that inspire the overall story, so thoughts? Tell me in a review! Thanks guys! (So sorry this one literally took forever! Burt and Blaine's reactions were extremely hard to write! I still don't think I captured what I pictured.)
Chapter 7 – I'm Alive
Kurt
Being in a coma is weird. I'm not sure what other word to use, because I feel weird is the exact way to describe it. You're not dead, or alive really. You are not awake, but you're also not asleep. You don't dream about weird Sci-fi things, or singing cartoons. You don't see anything, it's actually like you have no senses, except for hearing. Even your hearing isn't that great, most of the time everything just sounds like it's underwater, or like the people are shouting from miles, and miles away.
I could tell when I was about to come out of this awful state of being, for days my hearing had becoming better, at first the only thing I heard clearly was the annoying beeping of monitors. Then I could hear footsteps, and shuffling. Then finally I could hear voices clearly. I'm not really sure for how many hours, or days I could hear everything. I know I heard my dad, I heard my crying nearby, I heard how he couldn't bear to lose me, and it broke my heart. I wanted out of this dreadful comatose state already, but to know that this was causing pain to my father?
Then there was Blaine. I know I said I couldn't feel anything, but I lied. I always felt Blaine's presence, I could tell when he was near me. Everything felt bearable with him near me. In a world without hot or cold, he still made me feel warm. When my hearing finally came around, I heard him whisper little things to me, and read me articles from my favorite magazines.
What must have been right before I woke up, I heard Blaine walking. I heard foot steps, then they stopped. I heard water running, then a sigh. More walking, and a plop onto what I assume was a chair. Then I feel something. I feel my hand, my arm. It is lifted off the bed, and I feel Blaine's hands wrapped around mine. My mind was so joyful that I could feel, that my arm twitches. I don't feel Blaine react to my movement at all. I don't feel him move for awhile, Then I hear him whisper my name.
I'm not sure how, or why. But the darkness I was submerged in, disappeared. It slowly faded, and I am finally able to pry my eyelids open. I glance around the room for a few seconds, and then to Blaine, who is sitting in a chair to the right of me. He was staring at me, mouth agape. He was a sight to take in. Hair standing up straight, some facial hair, gray sweatpants and a McKinley football shirt.
Without much hesitation, or thought, I let out a small "Hi Blaine," and a smile. After a minute of him staring blankly at me, I begin to worry that I really hadn't woken up, that my mind was playing a sick joke on me. Then Blaine speaks, "I must be sleeping still." What Blaine does next makes me eternally sad. He drops my hand, and takes enough steps back that his back is against the wall.
We stare at each other for countless minutes.
"Kurt?" Blaine finally speaks to me, you could hear the understanding in his voice. Like he was just realizing that I was actually here. All of me, not just the dormant, comatose person that's been here for, who knows how long.
I don't think I was gone for years, Blaine didn't look much older, and he was wearing a McKinley shirt, so maybe not years. Weeks, I must have only been out for a couple weeks.
"You're really awake? It's really you?" Blaine takes two hesitant steps closer. I don't answer, I just look into his eyes. I smile at him, he smiles back. He ran so fast my mind couldn't process the movement completely. Then he was on my bed. He wasn't sitting on me, but was on his knees on the side of the bed. His thighs were pressed against my waist. His smile grew, I've never seen him happier before, and then all of a sudden his lips were pressed against mine. My body responded, even if it shouldn't have, and one of my hands gripped his jaw. He pulled away quicker than I would have liked but the kiss it self was one of perfection.
He began to speak immediately, talking so fast, my newly awakened mind didn't catch all of it. "Kurt I've never been so happy before this moment! I can't believe this! Miracle! I need to get the doctor! I need to call everyone! A text simply won't do! Your dad! I have to call him first! I'll call him on the way to get the doctor!" And Blaine was running to the other side of the room, where I assume his cell phone was.
"Wait!" I call. Blaine stops right beside the door to the hallway. "Yeah Kurt?" His smile still stretching ear to ear. "Don't leave me." I whisper, not sure if I can make my voice to much louder. Blaine bites his lip and starts to reply, "Kurt, I have to get the doctor. He needs to do some tests on you. Make sure you're fully functioning, and nothing is wrong with your brain." Blaine approaches me, puts a hand behind my head, and kisses my forehead. "I'll be right back." He rushes out of the room. I hear him in the hallway, the doctor must have been very close. From what I can tell the conversation went like this,
Doctor, "Blaine it's late why are you up?"
Blaine, "Kurt is awake! He's awake and talking!"
Doctor, "He's talking? That's a great sign. Maybe there will be no brain damage."
Blaine, "Let's hope so."
Then there were hurried steps in the hallway, and three men burst into the room. Luckily, Blaine was one of them, hair still standing up. I smile at him, completely ignoring what must have been the doctor and a nurse.
"I'm going to call your Dad now Kurt! He'll be here in a heartbeat to see you again." Blaine rushed, as the doctor approached me. The doctor tried to start a conversation with me, "Mr. Hummel, we haven't the pleasure of meeting yet. I am Doctor -" I Shh'd him and tried to hear the conversation but ended up not being able to catch it. Blaine pocketed the phone, "Burt will be here in, like, 3.5 seconds." Blaine smiled, and I pondered about how my boyfriend stopped calling him Mr. Hummel, and started with Burt. The doctor started to speak again, and prompted me to look away from my handsome boyfriend.
"Alright, I am Doctor Brad Henjes, and I have been looking over you and your condition for the past 3 months. You seem to be very responsive, and that usually means you're less likely to have brain damage. We'll still have to run some tests and X-rays, but first I'll check a few things here." The nurse brought him a plastic container with some tools that you would see when you get your yearly check-up. And some big pieces of paper. The doctor set most of the tools aside and asked some verbal questions while checking my eyes, ears, and blood pressure.
"What is your name?" He began with.
"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel." The doctor looked up at Kurt, eyebrow raised in question. He try's to hide his smile and nods to assure the doctor.
"Who is that over there?" Dr Henjes motions towards Blaine.
"That is Blaine Anderson, my boyfriend." I beam.
"How old are you?"
"17,"
"Where do you live?"
"Lima, Ohio." The doctor asked a series more of simple questions like that, and after he finished with the questions the nurse helped me to the edge of the bed, I had to sit upright for ten minutes, with no help before we could continue with the testing. I struggled the first few minutes, Blaine tried to rush to my aid, but I waved him off. I successfully finished that test, and the doctor began to test my reflexes. By the time Dr Henjes is getting ready to see if I can stand up, my dad is standing in the doorway. I was facing the other way, but I could hear him. Blaine rushed to greet him, I could hear him crying from the doorway. This literally made me fall over. Luckily the nurse still had hold of my waist.
"It's okay Kurt. Take your time, It is expected that you struggle a bit." Dr Henjes informed me. Though I was pretty sure that what made me fall was that I wasn't at all prepared for the sound of my father crying. Even when my mother died, I only remember him crying when he had to tell me she was gone. I hear Carole crying too, Finn and Blaine trying to calm them both down. I, still facing the opposite direction, try to stand by myself. It takes a couple tries before I can stand for any amount of time, with no help. The doctor decides to let me lay back down, says I shouldn't stand to much, because my bones are not all the way healed, and we shouldn't pressure them to much.
The minute the doctor leaves the room, to arrange the x-rays, my family swarms me.
"I knew praying to Cheesus would work, even if I had digested him." Finn beams, I try to suppress a rolling of my eyes, but fail. Finn backs away after high-fiving me, and let's Carole take her turn.
I love my step mother, know this when I describe her now. Her hair standing up in an odd angle in the back, added with the image of her in baggy jeans, and one of the Hummel Tire & Lube t-shirts. Her eyes were red and puffy, still a bit watery from the crying just seconds ago. She sits on the side of my bed, staring at me for a few moments. I smile at her, trying to convince her to smile too. She moves to kiss my cheek, like any good mother would, and whispers in my ear, "We've missed you so much.", and moves to give my dad the opportunity alone with me.
He was standing in the doorway still, with Blaine. I saw them speaking for a few brief moments, Blaine smiling and gesturing towards me every so often. My dads hands constantly flying up the his face, and wiping at his cheeks. From what I observed, Blaine finally convinced my father to come and speak with me. When Burt turns away from Blaine, Blaine smiles at me widely, and motions swiftly to Carole and Finn. Three people that I love leave the small florescently lit hospital room. My Dad takes his hat of his bald head, squeezes it in his right hand tightly, turning away from me. "Dad?" I pipe up. I hear him take a deep breath, probably trying to calm his nerves. When he finally faces me, he has a smile on his face. His eyes, like Carole's, were red and puffy, but his still had tears streaming from them.
"Kurt," he clucked "I've missed you so much." he crosses the room, and comes to sit in the chair next to my bed. Before he speaks again, he takes my hand into both if his. I don't think my father realizes how important it is to me, to hold his hand in sad times. "These past three months were horrible. Not knowing when you'd wake up. Hell, not knowing if you'd wake up! I can see what you went through when I had my heart attack. But Kurt, this was different. You were beaten. Blaine came over after school and found you in a pool of blood, not knowing if you were going to live or not. Seeing Blaine in such pain these last few months is so much similar to how I've felt. He's just more vocal of his feelings, which is a good thing. He barely left this hospital since you've been in here. His mother brings him clothes,and every time someone comes to visit you, they bring food, knowing Blaine is here. I admire him so much, Kurt. The love he has for you, is so similar to what I had with your mother. I love Carole too, that's not what I'm saying; it's just your mother I truly believe was my soul mate. Carole believes that Chris was her's too, but they're both gone. Carole and I had to get over it because we had you and Finn to take care of." My dad pauses. "Do you get what I'm saying Kurt?"
I nod, thinking I get the gist of what he means to communicate. "Please don't ever do this to me again Kurt." Dad looks up at me, and I try my best to smile at him. It seemed to work, because he smiled back and attempted to make me laugh. "I went to one of those glee club performances since you've been gone, and let me tell you; they weren't as good without you and Blaine."
"Blaine isn't in glee club?" My face is scrunched up, clearly in question and confusion, but my dad doesn't give me an answer I wanted. "I'll let him tell you the story."
A/N: So I can't even express how sorry I am for how it's taken me to update. This chapter was so freaking difficult to write. I have some later chapters written though, so it shouldn't take to long for updates anymore. Reviews? Thoughts? Suggestions? Things you love about this story? Things you hate?