AN: Sorry this took so long to get up. I really just don't like this chapter all that well. So sorry if it sucks, but hopefully next chapter is better. Also sorry if the medical stuff sounds off, but I'm not a doctor. So I hope you can bear with me on that.

Puck was surrounded by darkness and silence in his own little world. It was peaceful and calming. Puck couldn't remember the last time he felt so at peace.

A bright blinding flash of light suddenly interrupted the veil of darkness that was surrounding Puck. At first he tried to go near the bright light, but as soon as he touched it he began to feel an enormous amount of pain, especially on his lower back.

Puck began running away from the painful light. He wanted nothing more to than slip back into the numbing darkness. Then a loud noise cracked through the silence of Puck's world and the burning white light engulfed him.

Pucks whole body was raked with an overwhelming amount of pain. He had never felt a worse kind of pain, even with everything his dad had done to him. In fact Puck was pretty use to dealing with at least some amount of pain on a daily basis, but none of that pain could be compared to what he was feeling now.

"Noah come on kid, come back to us." A rough voice said to the right of Puck.

Puck's eyes fluttered open at the sound of his name being called. Kurt was really the only person who didn't call him Puck. He wanted Kurt to comfort him like he had in the park. Puck felt safer with Kurt, he just wanted to feel safe again.

Instead of seeing Kurt standing next him, though he saw a very tall man hunched over wearing a blue EMT uniform holding a clipboard. Puck could also see another man wearing the same uniform whizzing around him pushing buttons and opening things. Puck could feel that they were moving even though he was lying down and soon realized they were in a vehicle.

Puck began to look around trying to figure out what the hell was going on. He could see tubes sticking out of his arms and running into machines. He could also see that the two men had stopped their movements and were trying to talk to him. Puck couldn't understand what they were saying though and their voices were painful. Puck just wished they would stop. Puck couldn't understand for the life of him what was going on, nothing was making any sense to him.

"Noah I know you're in a lot of pain right now, but you got to try and stay awake. You banged your head pretty hard when you fainted. You have a concussion, we need you to try and stay awake okay." The EMT next to Puck stated.

Puck just couldn't understand what the two men standing over him were trying to do. They were both a mystery to him. Why were they here, and for that matter why was he here. Puck's mind began to panic when he saw one of the men standing over him pull out a pair of scissors and started to cut his shorts off.

"God no! No! NO! I'll be good, so good. P-p-please I p-promise I'll do whatever you want. Please just stop! It already hurts so much." Puck cried out as he began to shake.

Both of the paramedics looked down sadly at Puck, before they had to forcibly hold him down so he wouldn't rip out his IV bag.

"Noah it's going to be okay, calm down no one's going to hurt you. We just want to stop the bleeding is all." One of the paramedics tried to explain to Puck returning to his previous task of removing his shorts.

"P-please I won't say anything please." Puck said sobbing now.

The other paramedic continued to hold Puck down while his partner did his work.

Puck began to scream louder as he felt more pain flood his system while the paramedic continued working on him. It all became too much for Puck to handle and soon he was dragged back under into the pain free darkness.

Line….

Kurt was talking to his father on his cell while sitting in the front seat of his car. Finn was behind the wheel barreling through traffic trying to keep up the ambulance in front of them. Blaine and Artie were in the back just trying to keep calm and praying that they wouldn't be joining Puck in the ambulance with the way Finn was driving.

"No dad I swear Finn and I are fine. Noah is the one we had to call the ambulance for." Kurt said worryingly biting on his bottom lip as he spoke to his father.

"The kid with the mohawk, the one that use throw you into dumpsters? What happened did Finn and him get into a fight? God, I don't need to bail Finn out of jail do I?" Burt questioned on the other end of the phone worried for both his son and step son.

A list of outrageous scenarios was running through Burt's head when Kurt had told him he was on his way to the hospital. He just hoped everyone was going to be all right and that Kurt and Finn weren't in a shit load of trouble here.

"Yes dad he use to throw me in dumpsters, but that was a long time ago. He's changed a lot since he joined glee and Finn didn't do anything to him. Were really not sure who did, but dad it's really bad. There was so much blood." Kurt explained trying to hold back the tears that were threating to spill again.

Even over the phone Burt could tell just how upset his son was over this whole situation.

"Kurt it's going to be okay. I'm sure Noah will be just fine. I'm heading to the hospital now. I'll meet you boys there. Has anyone tried calling this kid's parents yet?" Burt asked heading out the door of his office.

"Yeah Blaine tried his house and his Puck's father answered. He sort of said something crude to Blaine and then said something along the lines of Noah always getting into trouble. That Noah could rot in the hospital for all he cares. Then he hung up on Blaine. Blain's pretty sure he was drunk. Finn said his mother and sister are still out of town, so we can't get a hold of them." Kurt said to his father feeling a bit calmer now that his dad was on his way.

"Sounds like Puck's father and I need to have a little chat. I'll see you boys soon, and get ahold of his father latter." Burt said before hanging up the phone.

He couldn't believe the kid's own father couldn't be bothered enough to go to the hospital. Actually now that about it he could. Alcohol could do that to you; make you not care about your own child. Still he was going to have to have a chat with the man and maybe knock some sense into him as well.