Dave
Pure anger. That is the only emotion that came to mind as I glared down at my arm.
"FUCK!" was my first response. The anger raging inside of me. "What the actual FUCK!"
"Dave, I'm sorry," Kurt mumbled in an attempt to calm me down. But the cuts in my arm only made me angrier as I stared at them.
"No Kurt! Don't even bother apologising, because you know full well that this isn't your fault! I swear, when I found out who did this I'm going to kill those bastards! Who would even fucking do that?" I all but screamed across the room. I felt Kurt's grasp onto my hand, but I winced at the touch.
"David, please calm down. You're scaring me," Kurt confessed and I brought my hands up to bury my face in. I took a few deep breaths, attempting to regulate my heart which was beating heavily.
The tears came shortly after the anger. It was the way it always was. Like when I used to bully Kurt, I'd get angry and then I'd have to evacuate before the tears began; But here they were falling freely in front of and I didn't even care any more. Kurt had seen my weak spots and this was one of them.
"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I shouldn't take this out on you. But this is just so fucking frustrating!"
"It's fine, Dave. And I can honestly assure you that those imbeciles will be punished for this!" he mumbled back.
Kurt's arm snaked around my shoulder and I leaned onto him, not bothering to bite back the tears any more.
"Is my sister here?" I asked him. I'd have hoped that she would have come to see me and was a little disappointed that she wasn't there when I woke up.
"Her and your mum went out to get something to eat. They weren't going to go, but I convinced them I'd look after you. Actually, I want meant to call your sister. Hang on," Kurt explained and I watched as he pulled out his mobile. He pressed a few buttons and held the phone to his ear.
"I can't believe you have my sister's number," I said with a laugh and he shot a grin at me.
"Hey, Lauren. Yeah he's awake now. Fine, just got a bit angry. Yeah they're going to monitor him for a while. Okay, see you soon. Bye." Kurt put his phone back into his pocket and smiled at me. He'd somehow managed to calm me and now I didn't feel like crying or getting angry any more. How the hell did he do that?
"They're coming now," Kurt told me and I smiled at him.
"Thanks. You didn't have to come, but I'm glad you did," I said and he returned to his previous position. It felt good lying in his arms, I felt safe.
"I wanted to come. I was scared as hell anyway," he said, his breath tickling my scalp.
"How did you even know? Who found me?" That was something I hadn't thought of. I'd managed to be taken to the hospital but someone but have found me to get there. It wasn't Kurt was it?
"Coach Beiste," he said. "I was just running up when she saw me and got me to stay with you whilst she waited for the ambulance. She was really upset. Couldn't believe it had happened. Especially not to one of her players."
"How come you were there?" I asked him.
"I got a phone call," he mumbled softly. I sat up suddenly, a sharp pain shooting down my back as I did but I ignored it.
"What? Who was it? What did they say?" I questioned,
"I didn't recognise their voices. They asked me if I was one of gayboy's faggy friends. They called on your mobile so I asked why they had your phone and they told me you were otherwise engaged and said you weren't going anywhere. I guessed you'd still be at school because you hadn't called so I went there and decided to search where you'd usually be. I ran into Coach Beiste on the way to the locker room," he explained.
"I'm so sorry!" I mumbled, resting back down and allowing his hands to caress my shoulders again.
"Why are you apologising?" he asked me,
"I feel bad that you had to be called those things. And you had to see me in such a state."
"I'm used to being called those things," he said. "I'm just glad that the state I saw you in wasn't worse. I'm honestly so happy you're okay."
"Me too," I whispered with a smile aimed at Kurt. He leaned down to place a kiss on my lips but just on cue the door swung open and he quickly sat back up. He kept his arms where they were though.
"Davey!" called Lauren and she waltzed up to me to engulf me in a hug. Kurt moved at this point to give more room for my family's embrace. Lauren took the opportunity to pull me closer.
"Why the hell do you scare me like this?" she exclaimed.
"Ow. Ouch. Lauren! I can't breathe!" I choked and she loosened her grip on me.
"Sorry. Are you alright?" she questioned and I tried my best to sit in a position that didn't show my cuts, even though they'd probably seen them already.
"I'm fine, I just ache a lot," I reassured her.
She let go of me completely and made room for my mother to come in. She warily hugged me, I hoped because of my aching.
"I'm glad you're okay, David," she murmured.
"Thanks mum." I glanced between her and Kurt, realising they'd never been introduced. "I guess you've met Kurt?"
"Yeah," she said, smiling over to him. "He's lovely!"
Of course. Kurt had this weird power to get everyone to like him. A power that I could some how not harbour.
"Dave, your family is so flattering," Kurt joked and Lauren gave him a friendly shove on the shoulder.
"Well, you know what they say. All the good guys are either taken or gay," laughed Lauren. It was surprisingly easy to joke about this, even in front of my mum. I was glad the atmosphere was so relaxed.
Kurt stayed quite late. The doctors told me they'd keep me over night just to be sure I had no further brain injuries. I encouraged him to go as it was Friday the next day and I didn't want him getting home too late on a school night. He may have taken some persuasion but Lauren had agreed to leave me her phone overnight and I promised to text him when he got home.
Mum and Lauren had to leave a little later as mum they both had work the next day, but they promised to come straight after to bring me some clothes and pick me up. I was left alone in my room with just Lauren's phone. I lay and waited for Kurt to text me.
Kurt
As soon as I got home I texted Dave.
To Lauren: Hey, I'm home. How you doing? xx
It wasn't long before he replied. It was odd seeing Lauren's name come up on the screen, but Dave's phone was probably with Coach Beiste. I made a mental note to go and collect it in the morning.
From Lauren: I'm fine. I was bored but then you texted :) xx
To Lauren: How is it that you can always make me smile? xx
From Lauren: I guess I have a knack for it :P xx
To Lauren: I feel mean leaving you. You'd better text me tomorrow when I'm at school or I'll miss you too much. xx
From Lauren: Now who's the one making people smile? xx
To Lauren: Oh please. You know it's true! xx
From Lauren: Well I'll miss you too! :( xx
To Lauren: I didn't even get a kiss goodbye. I didn't know how you'd feel about it in front of your mum. xx
From Lauren: I don't think I'd have minded. I don't know how my mum would have reacted. Well she seems to like you anyway so I guess that's alright. xx
To Lauren: She's lovely. :) xx
From Lauren: She's alright. I miss your kisses though. xx
To Lauren: You'll get plenty tomorrow, don't worry. :) xx
From Lauren: I'll be expecting them! Doc says I can come back to school when I'm ready as long as everything's clear so I could be back Monday? xx
To Lauren: Only if you're ready. xx
From Lauren: Aren't you tired? You've not exactly had an uneventful day. xx
To Lauren: I'm knackered, but I don't want to stop talking to you. xx
From Lauren: Then go to sleep! Don't let me keep you up. I have to go in a bit anyway or they'll kick my ass. :') xx
To Lauren: Haha, fine! Night, sleep well. Love you :) xx
From Lauren: Love you too. 3 xx
I put my phone down on the bedside table as I climbed into bed. Whilst I'd been texting Dave, I'd been getting ready for bed. I was apparently embracing my feminine side when it came to multitasking. I pulled up the duvet to my neck and thought of Dave who'd be laying in that hospital bed right now. I hated that things came to this, that he'd just learned to embrace who he was and now he was being attacked for it... again.
I was determined to find out who did it. I was sure I'd get help from Coach Beiste on that matter, but for now I'd have to focus on Dave and him getting better.