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Waking up to two police officers and my dad standing over me is not conducive to rest. Having woken up from a nightmare in the first place explains why only minutes after bolting up right, from the most realistic dream I had ever had, I was doubled over being smothered by several nurses and my doctor.

My dad had been pushed back towards the wall and looked terrified, while the officers had both stepped out of the door to give the medical staff more room to work as my breathing became more erratic and alarms beeped throughout my room.

Breathing felt painful, as if the hardest thing I had ever had to do was pull air into my lungs, a mask was forced over my mouth and nose as the surprisingly strong nurses pushed me back to lie down.

By the time my brain and body had finally realised their wasn't a threat and were able to follow the nurses instruction my eyes were blurred, my ears buzzed and my head felt like someone had decided to play football with it. Not to mention my ribs and stomach were throbbing painfully while my whole body thrummed with adrenaline.

Finally taking a deep breath and closing my eyes. I forced my tense body to relax breathing in and out as slowly as possible listening to the calm voice of my doctor as she spoke softly from next to me. By the time I was able to open my eyes when the pain had finally started to recede, the nurses had left the room and the two uniformed officers had stepped back in watching quietly as Dr Stenson finished checking the bandages to make sure I hadn't pulled anything out of place with my quick movements.

"He's ok. Make sure your more careful. No more sudden movements. Try to remain as calm as you can. And deep even breaths when you do get anxious. Try to keep him as calm as possible. He'll never heal properly if he can't relax. Just press the button we showed you earlier to alert the nurses."

Dr Stenson told me and dad before leaving the room. Dad stepped towards the bed taking hold of my hand but directing our attention to the two officers moving forward. One of the men slightly older than the other stepped to the side of the bed just out of my reach while the other stayed at the end of the bed and removed a notebook from his pocket.

"Kurt my name is Officer Casey and this is Officer Jason. We just have to tell you a few things and we'll let you get back to your recovery." The uniformed man stood next to my bed.

"I'm not sure what anyone has told you but it's pretty much an open and shut case. The whole thing was caught on CCTV and a teacher caught the perpetrators in the act. They have all expressed that they will be pleading guilty when this goes to trial. All we will need is your official statement but that can wait until you are discharged from the hospital.

We were only on our own for an hour before the door opened abruptly and eleven unusually quiet teens shuffled in squeezing along the walls and trying to fit the whole group in. Finn broke away from the group to stand next to where my dad was sat in what must be the most uncomfortable the chair next to my bed.

I kept my eyes on my dad as I could already hear the sniffles coming from the girls against the wall.

The silence over whelmed these people who were always fighting to be heard were just staring obviously they were disgusted by how I looked. I look nothing like I would normally. My skin care routine as gone completely out of the window, my hair is lank and hanging over my face, most of my body is wrapped in white gauze away from the prying eyes of my glee club.

"How are you feeling Kurt?" Mercedes stepped towards me her hand reaching out before stopping herself obviously not sure if she should touch my hand with the straps holding my broken fingers in place.

"As well as could be expected." I murmured trying not to make eye contact with the many eyes locked on me.

Blaine stepped into the small hospital crowded with teens of all sizes surrounding another in a lone hospital bed. Kurt was obscured from Blaine's view as the group turned to see who had arrived. Confusion spread across nearly all of their faces, a smile flickered across the lone adult in the room as he stepped forward away from the wall that was propping him up.

"Glad you could make it Blaine." Burt said shaking Blaine's hand.

"Hello sir. I'm sorry it took so long. There was some traffic on the way from Westerville."

"It's not a problem, kid. Finn scoot out of the way an let Blaine chat to Kurt for a minute." A large hand set against his back pushed Blaine toward the left side of Kurt's bed. Finally allowing him to see the bandaged boy he had been quickly falling for. But before the private school boy could take more than two steps towards he watched as Kurt's eyes widened in fear and he immediately tried, as much as he could in his present state, to curl up on his side facing away from Blaine his eyes squeezed firmly shut and his free three fingers on his right hand gripping Mercedes hand as tightly as he could.

"Kurt?...Kurt?! Why won't you look at me?" his voice cracked slightly as he took another step towards the small hospital bed.

"G-go away Blaine. I...I don't want to talk to you." Kurt's whisper could be heard throughout the room as could Blaine's hastily exhaled breathe.

"Okay. If that's what you want Kurt. But I'd like you to turn around and tell me that to my face please." Tears filled his eyes as he looked at Kurt hopefully.

Kurt slowly uncurled from his side onto his back. The other teens in the room keeping silent as they watched the scenes in front of them play out between one of their friends and a complete stranger.

"Can you tell me why you want me to go away, Kurt?"

"I...I just want you to go. I don't want you to see me! I'm hideous!" The blue eyed boys hand rose to cover his face as tears started to stream down his bruised bandaged cheeks.

Blaine stepped closer to Kurt taking his soft hand in his slightly larger and calloused hands.

"Oh Kurt. You have to understand. Just because this happened it doesn't change anything. You are still the smartest, funniest, most talented, beautiful man I have ever met and had the pleasure to get to know. I know I've only known you a few months but its not going to change when you start to heal and come out of the hospital. I still feel the same as I did on Friday. I still want to take you out for coffee, I still want to be on your arm for your dad's wedding and I would definitely love it if you still wanted to take me out to dinner, if you still want to of course."

By the time Blaine had finished talking he was perched on side of the hospital bed, one hand holding onto Kurt bandaged right hand and the other resting softly on his left cheek. He eyes held onto Kurt's hoping that Kurt could see the truth in his eyes. Everyone who was in the room had backed off and were crowded around the door but large sigh off relief flew threw the room when Kurt closed his eyes and nodded slightly while he gently pushed his cheek into the palm cradling him.

"I think that's enough excitement for the day, Kurt needs his rest. Why don't you all go home. Finn tell your mom I'll be home in a couple of hours, after I make sure Kurt is comfortable for the night. Blaine you stay behind." Burt spoke up from where he had been leaning against the wall.

Blaine stepped away from Kurt's bed so that everyone could all lean in to gently hug their bed ridden friend. Various "See you soon's" and "Glad your okay's" were thrown out as they all left in a large, loud group.

"Thank you." Blaine heard Kurt whisper before his eyes slowly started to fall closed.

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