A/N: So I want to thank everyone who read this. I'm so proud to complete my first fanfic :) This is the last chapter, unfortunately. I hope to write some more stories soon. I would love any reviews/comments and if you wanna message me with any prompts that would be lovely. Thank you again for all the support and for reading the little story in my head :)
Cooper wiped his eyes with a Starbucks napkin he found in his pocket. It was now 10 in the morning and there were still no signs of Blaine waking up anytime soon.
The hallway outside Blaine's room started to fill with life; doctors were rushing to care for new patients, visitors were being ushered into hospital rooms to see their loved ones, but Blaine's room remained still. Cooper grabbed Blaine's unbandaged hand, hoping and praying that his baby brother would just wake up so Cooper would know if everything was okay or not.
"Come on, B," Cooper pleaded, "I know you're exhausted, but… please. Just wake up so I can talk to you… well, so you can answer me. I've been talking to you, but you haven't really been answering."
But Blaine didn't respond; he remained motionless in his bed. Frustrated, Cooper got out of his chair and started pacing around the room. Fresh tears started to stream down his face. He sighed looking out the hospital window.
"It's a long long road from which there is no return
While we're on the way to there why not share?"
He walked back over to Blaine's bed and carefully wiped the messy curls out of his brother's face like he used to when Blaine was little.
Blaine had been through so much at such a young age, but he always found a way to hide it, always had a smile on his face; he had so much emotional baggage that an outsider wouldn't even notice. Cooper knew that it was his turn to help Blaine carry some of his troubles; after all these years, simply being there had not been enough.
"And the load doesn't weigh me down at all
He ain't heavy , he's my brother."
Cooper sat down, taking Blaine's hand once again in his own.
"I'm here for you, B. Don't worry about a thing. I'll always be here for you."
Down the hall, a woman was screaming at the top of her lungs about the pain in her stomach; two men were arguing loudly about certain people not seeing their father in his hospital room; nurses ran down the hall, pushing a hospital bed in front of them; but all was still in Blaine's room. Cooper sat there calmly, holding Blaine's hand while stroking the hair on his little brother's head.
He sang the last words of the song he had in his head for so long now, hoping that Blaine could hear him while he slept.
"He ain't heavy, he's my brother."