Kurt felt slightly uncomfortable without his shirt on. Luckily, he was allowed to wear scrub pants though they weren't fashionable he was glad not to be in his underwear. He followed his doctors orders and lay down on the table. His therapy wouldn't actually start until the next day, today was what they called 'simulation'.
"I am going to take a couple of x-rays of your chest real fast, okay?" Kurt didn't know why she was asking him, she was the doctor after all, but he appreciated her consideration. He nodded and she disappeared into another room.
Kurt looked up at the x-ray machine above him and waited, staying as still as he could. After the x-rays were done, the doctor returned to the room. "I need you to stay very still, Kurt."
"Okay." Kurt said quietly.
Dr. Benson began to place small pieces of wire on Kurt's skin, "These are to mark certain places that the x-rays don't pick up." she explained. She finished putting down the wire and left again to take more x-rays.
After about a billion x-rays later, Dr. Benson made some marks on Kurt's chest and freed him. Kurt's dad was waiting in the waiting room after Kurt had gotten dressed.
"How'd it go?" Burt asked gruffly.
"Fine," Kurt assured him, "hopefully I won't grow any extra limbs this week."
Burt chuckled, "I think you'll be fine."
Kurt shrugged, "If I grow an extra limb I'm blaming it on you."
xXx
Kurt made it to school in time to catch the end of seventh hour then go to glee club. Today was the day that he got to hear David sing, finally.
"Where have you been all day?" Mercedes asked as she ambushed him by his locker.
"I wasn't feeling well." Kurt pulled his messenger bag out of the locker and slammed it shut.
"Uh huh..." Mercedes looked at him suspiciously. "Let's go."
Kurt linked his arm through Mercedes' and walked with her to the choir room where David was talking with Rachel. Kurt was shocked to see that neither of them looked angry or homicidal.
"What are you talking about?" Kurt joined in their conversation.
"Oh, hey babe." Dave gave him a quick kiss then looked back up at Rachel, "We were just discussing the duet, she's ordered me to watch Hairspray before sectionals."
"You haven't seen it?" Kurt gasped. "My place tomorrow night. Don't drive your motorcycle unless you want to be chased away with a shotgun."
"Motorcycle?" Mercedes waggled her eyebrows, "Sexy."
"We could make a girls night out of it." Rachel suggested.
"Uh..." Dave looked slightly terrified of the thought.
"I don't think he's ready for that yet." Kurt tilted his head at his boyfriend.
"Oh," Rachel sighed, "I get it."
"Actually," Dave looked as though he were considering it for a second, "that sounds like fun and what better way to prove that I've changed?"
Kurt felt bad that the gleeks were giving Dave a hard time, but maybe this was just what they needed to see the real David Karofsky.
"We'll see you there then." Rachel beamed. Her smile faltered slightly as she saw Finn walk in. She had been avoiding him despite his hundreds of appologies.
"Hey Rach." Finn gave her a sad smile then slowly made his way to his chair.
Rachel looked almost tearful as she gazed down at her ugly bunny shoes. Kurt tried to confort her with a pat on the back, "Don't worry, it's just a phase." He promised. He had a couple of theories on why Finn and Blaine were acting so strangely, he just needed to know how to prove them. But he didn't have time to do anything about them with his radiation therapy the next day. It would only take about thirty minutes, but the rest of his time would be spent worrying about the chemotherapy that he knew he would be forced to take soon.
xXx
"You are an amazing singer." Kurt smiled up reassuringly at his boyfriend.
"Only when you're around." Dave grinned back.
Kurt rolled his eyes, "You'll be fine without me there, I'll see you tonight." He was just about to leave to the hospital for his first radiation therapy. He wasn't exactly confident considering that he had read about people dying because of the machines accidently issuing way too much radiation. It may not have happened often, but even happening once was too often for him.
"See ya." Dave gave him a quick good-bye kiss and walked into the choir room.
Kurt went to meet his dad in the parking lot. He had insisted on driving in case Kurt was too tired to drive home. Apparently radiation therapy was exhausting.
At the hospital, Kurt was laid back down on a metal bed with radiation therapy equipment all around him. The radiation therapists spent almost fifteen minutes getting Kurt positioned just right and warned him not to move. The therapists went into another room and Kurt heard Dr. Benson over the intercom, "If you need anything, we can hear you. Remember not to move no matter what. The radiation is aimed very close to your heart and it could be dangerous if you shift around."
"That's reassuring." Kurt said sarcastically.
Kurt gazed up at the equipment nervously. The machine started up and made whirring and clicking sounds. He faught the urge to move around, terrified of accidently getting radiation too close to his heart. He had been trying not too dwell too much on the fact that he had cancer, but that was all he thought about during the treatment. What was chemotherapy going to feel like? What would happen if he died? What if-
The radiation equipment went silent and the door clicked open. Dr. Benson and the other radiation therapists entered the room.
"How are you feeling, Kurt?" Dr. Benson asked as the other therapists messed with the equipment.
"Fine," Kurt didn't move out of fear that it might still be dangerous, "that was really fast."
"Well, if we exposed people to radiation any longer it would be dangerous." She informed him, "You can sit up now." Kurt obliged, thankful to be able to move around again. "I just need your permission for something, your father already knows."
"What?" Kurt asked suspiciously.
"We need to tatoo markers on your chest to make sure that if those ones are erased we can keep the radiation consistent." She told him.
"Tattoos?" Kurt gaped, "As in permanent?"
"It will only be about six small dots, nothing too big." Dr. Benson insisted.
Kurt thought about it for a little. He wasn't sure that he wanted to permanently mark his body like that, but this was important. It was possibly life or death and he would choose having a little chest tattoo over dying from radiation to his heart. "Okay." He sighed.
Dr. Benson smiled and nodded, "We'll get right to that then."
xXx
A/N: Kurt's gettin' some ink ;) I hope this is realistic enough, I read about this online and who knows what's true and what's not? Well, remember to review! Also, check out some of my other fics while you wait for updates, if you review I'll give you virtual cookies!