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Pain. That's all Kurt could feel right now was red hot pain in his whole body. He tried to move but his legs and torso burst in more blinding pain.
He moved his head to the right to check on his dad, his dad could always make everything better. He was unconscious. Great, what was he supposed to do now? He didn't even want to try and reach into his pocked to check to see if his phone survived. For some reason, which Kurt's mind couldn't comprehend, his right arm wouldn't budge. Great.
He checked his dad over. He didn't look seriously hurt. Kurt sighed. Then winced as the movement sent more pain flaming through him. He looked down at his legs and saw that they were crushed with the car.
Tears started to slip down Kurt's cheeks. He was all alone, his dad was unconscious next to him, the driver of the lorry probably drove off to save his own skin, he was in so much pain. Help wasn't coming. He was going to die out here, in the rain, in the dark, alone.
He was starting to get cold. Damn, I wish I brought my jacket with me.
"Kiddo?"
Kurt turned his head and saw that his dad was waking up. His saviour, he was going to be rescued. His dad could fix anything.
"Daddy?" Why did his voice sound so confused and muffled?
"KURT!" Burt was fully awake now. He was checking him over. "Oh God Kurt, don't move!"
Kurt wasn't planning on moving. "It hurts to move."
"Okay, what hurts?" Kurt dosen't reply. "Kurt, concentrate, what hurts?"
"My head, my rib area, my arm, legs…" Kurt's voice was starting to get faint and quiet.
"Kurt! Stay awake! Where's your phone?" Burt asked anxiously.
"Pocket," Kurt murmured.
Burt gently pried the phone out of Kurt's pockets, stopping when his son hissed in pain. The phone had a crack on the screen, but luckily it still worked. They were going to get out of here.
"I'm going to call an ambulance now Kurt, I need you to stay awake for me, can you do that Kiddo?" Burt asked.
"hmmmmm," Kurt replied.
As his dad was talking to the operator, Kurt realized that he was shaking, either from pain or from the cold. Burt seemed to notice this; he pulled off his large jacket and placed it gently over his son. Kurt was still cold, but not in much of a shaky state.
"-no, he's not really responding. He might have a concussion, I don't know he said his head hurt…I told him not to fall asleep…yes, should I get him to talk...okay great….thank you." Burt hung up the phone and overviewed his son again.
His skin was grey, dark circles were already building around his eyes, there was a gash on his forehead, that was slowly seeping with blood, his arm was twisted in a painful way, his chest was heaving, going up and down so fast, as if he was finding breathing difficult. His legs were non existent.
"Dad, your heart…" Kurt murmured.
"I'm okay kiddo, just a bit sore from the seatbelt and my hand is a bit messed up but you're my main concern right now," Burt said willingly. Burt began to panic when his son started wheezing.
"Kurt? Kiddo, please what's wrong!" Burt's question was answered with a trickle of blood seeping through Kurt's lips, down his chin.
"Oh God Kurt! Hang on the ambulance will be here real soon okay! Kurt talk to me!" Burt begged.
"i-it. hurts." A tiny voice came out from Kurt, it didn't sound like his son, this voice was quiet, young and scared. Not his Kurt.
Burt could hear the ambulance lights from behind them.
"Hang on Kurt, their here look!" Burt's fears were answered when he saw his son slumped forward against his seatbelt, eyes closed, breathing laboured.
"NO! KURT PLEASE!" Burt begged. But Kurt didn't wake up.