Keep Holding On
Authors Note: So, for the first while, I had no reviews on the last chapter I wrote, so I decided to torture you, and make you pay the price. Then I got some, but I shall still torture you, just because I feel like it. MUAHAHAHAHA!
The next two days were a blur. Blaine had to stay in the hospital, and I had to go to school.
I had begged my dad to let me stay home, but he said since Blaine was doing fine, I needed to go. I was worried all through the day, and it showed. I couldn't concentrate on my math homework, my literature assignment was horribly written, and my singing in glee club was soulless and boring.
Mercedes tried to comfort me, and it helped a little bit, but my worry would just come back every time she made it go away for a bit.
All I could think about was Blaine. Even when I got slushied I didn't think about the mess on my clothes, or how I was going to get the red stain out. It was odd, feeling numb to everything but Blaine. I guess that was love though.
Everyday after school I would rush to the hospital and check on Blaine, usually it was the same old thing, "he's doing fine, you don't need to worry, sir," from the doctors, but I would always stay for an hour or two talking to him anyway.
But on the third day it was different. When I got up to his room, the doctor was there talking to Blaine, and he looked troubled. "Hello," I said, making myself known.
"Oh, hi there, Kurt. Can I talk to you outside for a minute?" I nodded nervously and followed him out. "Alright, Blaine was walking on his crutches today, just going down the hall, and he fell down," my eyes widened, "he hit his head on the floor, and his concussion got worsened. He seems to have a case of amnesia at the moment."
"Wait, he can't remember things? How bad is it? What can he remember?" I shot him questions quickly and he put up his hand to slow me down.
"He couldn't remember who I was, or why he was in the hospital, he tried to get up to leave, and he fell again," the doctor just kept giving me worse and worse news, "one of the ribs he had already broken got worse, and we are going to have to do surgery on it to straighten it out." I gasped. How did this happen? Everything was going so well!
"Has his father contacted yet?" I asked.
"No, but we're trying to find him, the police are on it," the doctor looked worried, and I wondered if Blaine's dad would ever make contact.
"How dangerous, exactly, is the surgery?" I questioned, not exactly wanting to hear the answer. The doctor paused, waited a few seconds, and then went on.
"Well, considering his case, there is a small chance we could cut his heart, but it is a very small chance. That is really the only huge danger." The only huge danger. Nevertheless it was huge. If they messed with his heart he could die. The huge pit in my stomach grew two times bigger.
"Can I talk to him?" I asked hopefully.
The doctor paused again, "yes, but, don't be too upset if he can't remember you." I nodded, but didn't really listen. If he couldn't remember me I don't know what I would do.
I walked back into his room and went up to him. "Hi Blaine." I took his hand.
He immediately pulled it away, "who the hell are you?"
Yes very short, and a huge cliffhanger. Only reviews give me the power to write lots.