So, I am currently watching the Olympics Opening Ceremony and tbh, I was 50/50 on the whole thing.
First, the scene looked like it was out of a scene from The Lord of The Rings. I was waiting for Bilbo or Frodo to jump out from the shire.
Then we had the massive Voldermort (which was awesome), Mary Poppins (which was also awesome) and the kids jumping around on the beds.
The highlight was Mr Bean! As a Londoner, he was pretty shweett!
Anyway, back to the fic, so I gave myself a few days off…my bad.
The car journey to the hospital was quiet. Both Finn and Blaine were still shaking with fear after the days events. Carole didn't know how to talk to either of them. First, Rachel was dead, Finn must be heartbroken. And Kurt has been shot twice, and is barely hanging onto life.
No Carole, stop. Kurt is strong; he will make it through this. We all will. God I wonder how Burt is holding up? The Hummel men have hated hospitals ever since Burt's late wife. Turns out, spending a lot of time in one place makes you resent it.
Carole parked the car in the car park at the hospital. Blaine had opened the door when Carole had barely just stopped the car. She watched as he sped for the Emergency Room doors.
She took Finn by the hand; she wanted to cherish the moment, because her baby boy was almost killed today. Finn was still seeing but not really seeing. He was like his nickname Frankenteen. He was just emotionless. They made their way to the emergency room doors.
Blaine was getting impatient in the car on the way to the hospital. He wanted to see Kurt now. He had to apologise for being such an asshole. He still blames himself, if he hadn't have sang that stupid, upsetting song to Kurt, in front of the Glee Club, Kurt wouldn't have walked out upset and gotten shot. He should have been safe for a little while longer in the Choir Room with his friends, hanging onto Blaine as if their lives depended on it. Blaine may seem selfish, but it's true. It's his entire fault.
Carole had barely parked the car before Blaine opened the door and sprinted to the doors, where he would see his Kurt.
He got to the reception desk, a bored looking young woman who was popping her bubblegum in Blaine's face, sat at the desk.
"Kurt Hummel, where is he?" Blaine spoke hurriedly.
The receptionist stared at Blaine before saying, "Are you family?"
"No, I'm his boyfriend," Blaine said, not caring what she cared.
She just stared at him like he was a rat brought in from the sewers, a look of disgust on her face.
"I can't tell you anything unless your family."
As she said this, Carole and Zombie-Finn came into view.
"That's his step mother over there. Please tell us something." Blaine begged.
"Go and sit over there in the waiting room, I will find someone to talk to you," the receptionist said looking at Carole, who came over to the desk.
"Thank you. You know, you should be doing your job properly, I'm sure you heard about the shooting right? Well maybe you should show some respect young lady." Carole said sternly.
The receptionist rolled her eyes before going back to her game of Solitaire on the computer.
"And now we wait?" Blaine asked Carole, looking like a frightened kitten.
"Now we wait."
Burt was getting restless; his boy was brought into surgery almost 3 hours ago! He got a text from Carole, saying the 3 of them were waiting on the waiting room by reception, as they weren't immediate family they couldn't join him.
During the 3 hours Burt sat there, waiting on his sons' fate, he remembered all the times he had with Kurt and his mum.
He remembers Lizzie telling Burt that she was pregnant shortly after Senior Year. He remembered holding Lizzie's hand as she conceived Kurt. He remembers comforting his wife after being told that his son has Chronic Lung Disease, caused from being born premature, watching his son breathing through a mask for around 26 days, knowing he could do nothing to stop his child from going through this. He remembers when Kurt was taken off the oxygen, and the tiny, tiny baby was placed in his arms.
When Burt saw those blue/green/grey eyes open and look directly at him, Burt's heart swelled and his eyes watered.
"I'm not going to let anybody hurt you, ever. I'm going to protect you from all the bad things in the world. You are my son, and I love you." Burt was full on crying now. He kissed his fragile son on the forehead before passing him to Lizzie.
Burt's thoughts were interrupted by a doctor trying to get his attention.
"Mr Hummel?"
"Yes, how is he? When can I see him? Is he-"
"Mr Hummel, please sit."
Dread filled Burt. His brain finally processed what he needed to do; he was finally seated and waited for the doctor to continue.
"Kurt was brought in suffering two gunshot wounds, one to his side, and the other to his back. We successfully patched him up, and he is waiting to be taken to his own room where we will set up a blood transfusion for him. We are a bit worried about how close the bullet was to his spine, but we won't know anything till he wakes up." The Doctor said.
"So he's going to be okay?" Burt asked cautiously.
"As far as I believe, he's a strong kid Mr Hummel. He is under an induced coma, so his body can rest after the trauma that has been done" Burt nodded. "Okay, well I will lead you to his room now, if you'll follow me."
The person lying on the hospital bed was definitely not his son. Did the doctor bring him into the wrong room by accident? Burt looked closely at the figure in the bed, which was a greyish colour, almost translucent skin tone which helped him blend in with the hospital sheets. The figure had deep dark circles under his eyes. He was wearing a cannula to help him breathe if he was having any difficulty. He had a needle in his vein on the back of his hand, pumping blood into his body.
Burt looked and saw it was his son. He looked like shit, but he was alive. That's all that mattered. He sent a text to Carole, telling her the room number. He then grabbed his son's hand and started to cry. His cries turned into sobs. Until Carole and the boys came in. She dragged Burt out of the room and sat him on the chair outside.
"I failed him Carole. I failed my son!" Burt cried.
"Honey what are you talking about? I thought you said he was going to be okay?" Carole asked, concerned.
"I promised him when he went through all that shit when he was a newborn that I would protect him! I would protect him from the horrors of the world. But I failed. I failed to protect him from the bullies, and I failed to protect him from this!" Burt was now sobbing into his wife's shoulder.
"Now Burt, it is definitely not your fault. Okay? Now stop, your boy needs you now." Carole said earnestly.
Burt gave a quick nod, before pulling himself back together again, and entering Kurt's room, he wasn't there for Kurt in those dark times, but he was sure as hell being for him now.
Blaine thought he was going to start convulsing as he waited in the waiting room to learn of the fate of his boyfriend. His knee was bouncing up and down at a fast pace, and he was burning a hole through the hospital wall directly in front of him.
He was remembering the time when he first told Kurt he loved him in the coffee shop. Kurt was gushing about New York, which was adorable because it's his boyfriend. If it were anyone else, Blaine would have been consumed with jealousy, and would probably have thrown his coffee in their face.
Burt Kurt has this thing about him that makes the traits he has seem annoying, when actually their so adorable.
For example, Kurt has the tendency to roll on his stomach and stretch out on his bed like a starfish, many times ending in punching Blaine in the face in the process. Kurt would apologize profusely, but Blaine would just laugh and grab Kurt's face into a kiss.
Carole was shaking Blaine out of his day dream, "Kurt is going to be okay! Burt texted us his room number". As if struck by lightening, Blaine and Finn both shot out of their seats and ran to the elevator.
When they opened the door to the hospital room, they saw Burt, crying hysterically over Kurt. Carole squeezed past the two boys, and dragged Burt outside, closing the door behind her.
Finn was the first to go up to Kurt, "Hey dude, I know you can't hear me because your in one of those cool coma things, so you won't hear me when I say this to you, you look like shit and your hairs a mess." Finn chuckled. Blaine did not. Unfortunately, Finn compensated sadness with humour, and Blaine was not in the mood to be humoured right now.
He reached over for Kurt's hand that didn't have wires attached. He kissed his knuckle. "You saved my life Kurt, even after I was so horrible to you. I will forever be in your favour my love, so get well soon." Blaine whispered. This was supposed to be a conversation between the two of them.
"Hey, when mum and Burt get back, should we go to the gift store and buy him that big teddy bear?" Finn smiled sheepishly. Blaine thought he was childish. But couldn't stop the grin from spreading on his face, before nodding.
When Burt and Carole came back, the two set off to the hospital gift store and bought the biggest teddy bear they could find. Everything seemed to be going alright.
It wasn't until a few days later; Kurt was still on the oxygen. Burt was staying the night with his son, as he had been since come here. At around 2 am in the morning, Burt was woken up by Kurt's heart monitor beeping unnaturally fast.
Burt raced next to his son, who was still in the coma. He felt his sons' forehead and felt that Kurt was sweating, and most definitely running a fever.
Next he knew, Burt was rushed out of the room by a nurse, and he watched through the window of the door as doctors surrounded his son.
He watched has his son stopped breathing.
Cliffie eh? Wasn't expecting that now were you? Teehee!
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