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Chapter 20

Kurt doesn't like his arm in plaster. It's heavy and itchy and it makes him feel weak. Everyone will be able to see it and they will all know he's hurt. Blaine tries to cheer him up and draws smiley faces along it. It works for a little while but then he becomes used to the smiley faces on his cast and its just a decorated cast. Still a sign of how weak he is.

"You're seeing the doctor today, to talk." Blaine said breaking Kurt out of his thoughts. He's sitting cross legged on the hospital bed opposite Kurt who is sitting the same, his arm cradled awkwardly in his lap.

"Okay." Kurt sighed. He didn't want to talk to anyone. He just wanted to close his eyes and sleep. He could feel the pain medication wearing off and he was scared the voice would come back.

"Don't forget our promise." Blaine smiled. "I asked the nurse if I could take you to the small cafe downstairs. She said as long as I don't smuggle you out of here."

"I wish you would." Kurt whispered tearily. "I don't like it here."

"I know." Blaine replied softly. "Your dad told me." Kurt shrugged and looked down. Last time his dad had pulled him out straight away, he was stuck here now. Did that mean his dad didn't care anymore? "Your dad is at the garage now. He's filling the deputy manager in stuff and then he's coming back. He said he's not going back until you're better."

Kurts eyes widened and he looked up at Blaine. "Really?"

"Really. He really wants to make things right. And remember you're going to try too." Kurt nodded silently thinking about his dad being around more. How there was so much he wanted to talk to him about. He smiled thinking he would finally have the chance to. "And I'm going to be here when I can!"

"You are?" Kurt whispered. Looking at Blaine now he realised he hadn't been home yet. He was still in his fancy jeans and polo shirt. "Are you wearing a bow tie?" Kurt giggled, only just noticing it.

"Yes." Blaine grinned. "Do you like?"

"Normally no. But it looks good on you." Kurt blushed when he realised what he had said and looked down, missing the way Blaine blushed too.

"Thanks." Blaine smiled. "And of course I'm going to be around."

"Why?" Kurt whispered, picking at his cast.

"Because I care about you." Blaine breathed.

Kurt looked up at Blaine and smiled shyly, it wasn't the first time Blaine had said something like that to him, but it made Kurt blush anyway. "I care about you too, you know." Kurt whispered quietly, he didn't feel like he had to say it; he already knew that Blaine knew how much he cared about him. How could he not? But he wanted to have the words out there. Blaine smiled, his eyes lighting up and he rubbed Kurt's arm softly.

The door to Kurt's hospital room opened and Blaine pulled his arm away quickly as though he had been caught doing something wrong. At the door was Kurt's nurse, she had a kind smile and was watching them both fondly. "I'm here to take you to see Dr. Phillips."

"Okay." Kurt whispered, he looked up at Blaine.

"It's okay, remember, you're going to be okay." Blaine assured him, not caring if the nurse saw him touch Kurt's arm, he gently rubbed his hand against Kurt's soft skin. "I'll take you for a cookie after remember."

Kurt nodded, he had never wanted a cookie as much as he did now. The nurse pulled a wheelchair from the closet in the room and Kurt shook his head. "I want to walk," He insisted. "I can manage."

"You're sure?" The nurse asked. "I know how much pain you're in..."

"The medication is helping. I don't...I'll be okay." Kurt nodded. Blaine jumped around to his side of the bed and helped him out. Kurt smiled at him gratefully and Blaine let go watching as Kurt hobbled with the nurse. Blaine sighed, feeling restless and lonely once Kurt was gone.

Kurt was beyond frustrated. He had been talking to Dr. Phillips for an hour and all the doctor had done was gruntas Kurt spoke. Kurt hated speaking to strangers, but more than that he hated breaking promises. So Kurt spoke. He told Dr. Phillips about the loneliness, about how the voice scared him, how the voice made him feel. It was weird, once he stopped talking his body felt lighter. A weight had been lifted and he could breathe again.

"I'm going to see you regularly." Dr. Phillips said once he had finished writing in his notebook. Kurt wanted to know what he had written.

"How regularly?" Kurt frowned. Dr. Phillips had a habit of leaving sentences in the air. Kurt wandered if he knew that, and if his other patients felt as frustrated by it as he did.

"Once every couple of days whilst you're here. Then when you are released once a week." He explained.

"Kay." Kurt sighed. They obviously had a lot to deal with.

"Because you're crazy!" Kurt groaned as the voice crept back.

"Can you hear it now?" Dr. Phillips asked, picking up on Kurt's mood change. Kurt nodded grimly. "What is it saying?"

"That I'm crazy." Kurt whispered, he felt weak admitting it.

"Well I can tell you now that you are not crazy." Dr. Phillips said, and it was the first comment he made that Kurt had actually liked. "From what I can see now, your mind has split as a way of protecting you. It started when you were younger once your Mom passed away, you were lonely and young and your mind made an imaginary friend, as you got older and you became more isolated, your mind continued to protect you, only your emotions and the turmoil you were going through got it twisted, and that's why the voice is like this. It's telling you your fears because that's what you're constantly thinking."

"How can I get it to stop?" Kurt asked quietly, that was what he was desperate for. To be normal.

"I'm not going to lie to you, it's not going to be as easy as turning off a switch. You're going to have to work hard, you're going to have to believe that things are getting better for you. It might mean that you have to take medication to help keep the voice at bay. What do you think?"

"If it means it will stop." Kurt nodded. "I...The medication the doctors gave me for the pain made the voice go away. I liked it. But it made my thoughts a little hazy."

"Pain medication would do that." Dr. Phillips said softly. "The medication you would be on would be different. But we'll talk more about that if we get to it, okay?"

"Okay." Kurt nodded, feeling better than he did when first started talking to him.

"We're done for the day now, I'll come and talk to you soon."

"Okay. Thank you." Kurt smiled and stood up, he left the office and grinned when he saw Blaine waiting for him.

"Hey!" Blaine smiled and jumped up to help him, though he was glad to see that Kurt didn't need that much help. He really was getting better.

"Hey." Kurt smiled back. Smiling was easy to do around Blaine.

"How was it?" Blaine asked, walking towards the elevator, his body close to Kurt in case he needed him. That was what he was telling himself anyway, it had nothing to do with the fact that he felt good being close to him.

"I kept my promise." Kurt said looking up at Blaine, grinning when he saw Blaine beaming at him. "I told him everything."

"Everything?" Blaine smiled rubbing his back. "Thank you." Kurt nodded, leaning against him as his body began to feel tired. Walking to Dr. Phillips' office had been the most physical his body had been since he was in the hospital. He hadn't expected his body to feel this exhausted already. "Let's grab the hot chocolate and cookie and go and sit in the room, how does that sound?"

"Sounds good." Kurt nodded, it really did sound good.