So... I love writing sickfics and needed an excuse to write more than one. And then I was working on this Barole A to Z- story and had this idea… but I wanted to finish one of my stories before putting a new one up so I did and… here we are.
I will do various characters and pairings but characters will be mostly Burt, Carole, Kurt and Blaine. Pairings mostly Barole and Klaine then, I have got some possible plans for Burt/ Kurt's mum and Jarley… but we'll see what happens when this story continues. So… onto the first chapter.
A is for Appendicitis
I took another deep breath trying to ease the nausea I was suffering from but that just made my stomach hurt even more. I tried pressing my palm against the right part of my abdomen but it only got worse and I couldn't help the moan that escaped from my throat.
I looked around, no one had seemed to notice my moan in pain. The pain and nausea eased again and I stood up to get to history class. This class was usually one of my favorites but now I was just leaning against the bench with head in my hand. While I listened to Mr. Maxwell's babbling about how Columbus found America.
After history it was only glee club left and my stomach pains were getting so bad I was seriously thinking about asking Mr. Schuester if I could just dismiss glee club today. But I knew that I had finally talked him into having a solo and dad was having a dinner- date at home with Carole Hudson so I decided to just go with it. And everything would have went fine if I had just been allowed to sit on that chair but I couldn't. It was my solo and I had to do it.
But it had only just started when a new wave of nausea hit me and when I felt bile rising in my throat I knew I was going to throw up- and that I wouldn't make it to a bathroom. I quickly look around for a trash can and spotted one by the bookshelf so I ran over to it and fell to my knees just as I started gagging.
After throwing up I rested my elbow against the wall, my hand against the bookshelf and my forehead against the back of my hand trying to take deep breaths to ease the nausea. My throat was burning and my stomach still cramping after the throwing up. I could see Mr. Schuester's kneeled down next to me and the others- disgusted most of them but a couple of them also worried- looks on their faces in the back of the room. I turned my head to look into the wall, not wanting to face the others in embarrassment.
Mr. Schuester had got one palm against my back and I could feel the other brushing away tresses from my forehead to feel it. Right away followed by statements. "Kurt you're warm" and "I could drive you home if you need." I sighed and pushed myself up in standing position on shaky legs.
"No thanks… Mr. Schuester… I'll just drive home." I walked over to the chairs slowly, grabbed my bag and then head out of the choir room. Luckily for me I didn't meet any bullies on the way to my locker or on the way out. But on my car there was laying a paper with the text "fag". I threw the paper away and sighed, then climbed up in my car and put the keys in it and started driving towards my street.
When I- after what felt like hours to me- rolled up on our driveway a new wave of nausea hit me, I leaned against the cool window of my car and waited for it to ease until it was gone and then grabbed my bag- and on still shaky legs- but trying to put myself together made my way over to the house.
"Hey dad, hey Carole." I shouted when I came indoors and tried to make my voice sound steady. It was followed by greetings from the kitchen. I took another few breaths as a new wave of pain hit my stomach and I had to fight my very hardest not to moan. "Hey… I'm just… ehrm… glee- club was dismissed early today. I think Finn was going into town or something." I tried to come up with more excuses as yet another wave of nausea hit me.
"Kurt honey?" Carole's voice was heard. "Are you alright? You look very pale." I nodded, answered her I just hadn't been sleeping much. Then- when I felt the nausea escalate again I told them I had loads of homework and just as Carole's phone started ringing I closed the door to the basement and stumbled down the stairs, threw my bag at my bed and then ran into the bathroom.
I held one arm wrapped around my stomach as it cramped in heave after heave- soon going into dry- heaving as I hadn't eaten much for lunch. And it felt like hours before it had stopped, and I laid down my head on the cool porcelain. Not even bothering how many germs there were there.
"Oh my God Kurt!" Carole's voice was heard behind me and then sound of rushing footsteps. I couldn't help but moan- I really didn't want to destroy their date like this. I heard lockers open and close and water running before I felt a wet cloth wiping of my face- at the same time as Carole was rubbing circles on my back with her other hand. "You should have told us you were ill- Finn called and said you'd been sick at school." I sighed- of course. And if Carole knew it- my dad was definitely finding out about it soon- if he hadn't already.
I moaned as yet another wave of nausea hit me and pushed myself up over the bowl as I started dry- heaving again. Carole's soothing voice was heard and she rubbed circles on my back. After what- yet again felt like hours to me. I laid my forehead against the porcelain of the bowl and took deep breaths. Carole started standing up mumbling about getting my dad but I immediately grabbed for her hand to stop.
"No please don't tell my dad. You can… Ow." My stomach cramped again and I crouched in an attempt to ease it. Carole brushed her fingers through my hair and then hollered for my dad, and just a few seconds later his heavy steps was heard coming down the stairs to the basement.
"You okay kiddo?" he came and kneeled down by me. I nodded. Stuttering something about "I'm fine." And "you just go upstairs and continue" but it was even more failed attempts. They weren't buying it and slowly every muscle in my body- one after another went limp and I sunk into dad's arms.
"I'm sorry." I felt a lump rise in my throat and tears in my eyes. "I didn't want to destroy your date." Dad just continued to rub my arm, before he scooped me up. Causing another wave of pain to flash in my stomach. I whimpered but that too just made it worse.
Carole POV
"Ow, ow." Kurt whimpered in pain when Burt laid him down on the couch in the living room- it would be easier for us to keep an eye on him here than what it would be if he was in his room. I was by his side right away. Fussing over him, stroking his forehead and talking in a soothing tone, telling Burt to get a thermometer to feel his temperature and a bucket in case he'd get sick again.
I took the thermometer, placed it under Kurt's tongue, still combing his hair with my fingers. Kurt sniveled but kept the thermometer under is tongue until it beeped and I pulled it out and read it.
"102.3." I stated. "Oh you poor thing." I continued brushing his hair and sent of Burt to get a wet washcloth to cool Kurt down. Burt came back with it with warm water and I sent him off again. Kurt was still awake and drowsily looked up at me. When Burt came back again he gently told me to go home, I first stated that I was gonna stay but at last we compromised- I would go home. But only if Burt would call me if he needed help with anything no matter how late or how early it was.
Finn sat in his room playing video- games when I came home. I made him dinner and then he disappeared into his room for the rest of the night. I tried different things to keep my mind of the Hummel's. Reading, knitting, cleaning even doing laundry and paying bills but all the time I thought about Kurt. I was worried about him and I had a feeling he wasn't just suffering from some common twenty- four- hour- bug. And I kept my phone on the loudest volume all the time to hear if Burt was calling.
Also when I went to sleep I kept my phone on the bedside table, and the clock had just passed half past three in the morning when Burt's name read over the screen and the sharp signal woke me up with a start.
"Carole?" I didn't have the time to greet him before he started speaking. "I'm so sorry for calling this early but there is something really going on with Kurt and I don't… I don't know what to do." I jumped out of bed, pulled on the clothes from yesterday and grabbed my car keys holding the phone to my ear with my shoulder.
"I'm on my way." I told Burt as I drove out of our parking lot. "I'll be there in ten." Thank God it was so early in the morning there were almost no one out so there weren't any traffic. Already barely five minutes after hanging up on Burt with his words "please hurry" filled with worry for his son. I skid into the parking lot and ran up, and didn't even bother knocking the door before pulling the door open and rushing into the house.
Kurt laid curled up into a ball at the sofa, his knees pulled up and his arms around his stomach, quietly whimpering while his dad sat by the head of the sofa with a hand on his son's shoulder and worry shining from his green eyes. It didn't take me a lot of thinking to have an idea of what this might be as I rushed over to Kurt's side and laid my hands on his shoulders.
"Kurt." I said calmly. "Can you lay on your back for me just so I can feel your stomach and see if it is what I think?" Kurt whimpered and shook his head. But with me and his father's soothing voice and hands gently pushing him he rolled a bit until he laid on his back.
"Ow, ow, ow." Kurt whimpered the whole way while sobbing. "Ow stop." I stroke his forehead. Oh God, the boy was burning up. I slowly rolled up Kurt's shirt and started feeling the right part of Kurt's abdomen.
"OW, OW, OW…" Kurt screamed during wilder sobs. I lifted my hands up- thank God I had decided to take a course in how to recognize the most common illnesses and injuries. I continued stroking Kurt's hair and at first soothed Kurt.
"I know sweetie. Sch, sch, I'm done now. It's okay… Burt." I looked up. "I think he's got appendicitis, we'd better get him to the hospital as soon as possible." Kurt whimpered and started stuttering things like "no doctors." And "please no hospital." Burt sighed, but got his car- keys and then scooped up his son wrapped in a blanket.
Burt got into the front seat while I sat down in the back seat with Kurt with his head on my lap. I played with his chestnut brown tresses at the same time as I spoke with a colleague setting the OR ready and trying to sooth Kurt. When we were only a few minutes away from Lima memorial I hung up and started stroking Kurt's cheek in an attempt to calm him down.
"I want my mum." Kurt whimpered quietly- only just loud enough for both me and Burt to hear it. It broke my heart. I heard Burt snivel as well and could see his eyes in the rearview mirror. They were so filled with pain. I knew that pain, or something like it at least. Every time I wouldn't be enough for Finn. Every time we reached a part in Finn's life when he'd need his dad more than ever. But I swallowed my pain, continued the attempts to calm Kurt down.
Kurt didn't mention his mum anymore.
Kurt was half unconscious when we three came through the doors to the ER. We were immediately sent up to the OR. It wasn't until Kurt outside the OR room was lifted by his father down on a bunk he seemed to wake up. His fists gripped hard around the fabric in Burt's shirt and refused to let go as he was begging his dad not to leave.
"No please, please don't leave me dad. Please don't, please…" Kurt continued begging with half- suppressed voice. He wasn't letting go of Burt's shirt and Burt didn't have the heart to force him to let go. I couldn't either with seeing how heartbroken Burt was from all of this. At last someone did hold Kurt's arm still long enough to poke a needle in it and soon his muscles went limp. Dr. Miller examined quickly in the hallway. Then confirmed my beliefs of appendicitis.
"You cannot come with us any further Mr. Hummel." My colleague Stacey Wasserman said, Kurt's bed was rolled away and he disappeared out of our sight. Burt sunk down on one of the chairs in the hallway and stroke his face. I kneeled down in front of him and took his hands.
"Is there anything I can get you? Water? Coffee?" Burt shook his head and looked to his knees. "Hey… Kurt's alright. He'll be fine in just a few hours." Burt nodded, but didn't look at me. I raised and then sat down in the chair next to him. Burt leaned over when I held my hand on the back of his neck and leaned against my shoulder. He had his eyes closed but just as I thought he'd fallen asleep he spoke up.
"I'm sorry I had to call you that early." I opened my mouth to tell him I was glad he'd called me but before I had the time he spoke again. "Kurt was in a lot of pain… and I'm just no good at… stuff. Seeing him in pain is like with Eli…" he stopped in the middle of speaking his ex- wife's name. He didn't have to continue, I understood.
Burt sighed and sat up, leaned his arms against the supports on the chair and his head back against the wall. "I'll be back in a minute." I told him and walked down to the lounge in the ER. I grabbed each cup of coffee from the machine for me and Burt and bags of skittles and a couple of chocolate bars from one of the cupboards. They were actually just for the staff but- it didn't matter now. If it would then I could buy what I had taken and put that in the cupboard.
I greeted a couple of colleagues in the ER and placed the candy in my pockets, took one paper cup in each hand and walked up into the OR- hallway again. I handed Burt one of the cups and threw the candy in his lap. I myself took one of the bars and pulled the paper off. Burt threw most of the things on the seat next to him and then took one of the bags of skittles and opened it.
"He's a strong kid my Kurt." Burt exclaimed all of a sudden. "He'll try as long as possible to act like he's fine. If Finn hadn't called you he'd probably still be acting like he was fine." He leaned forward towards his knees and took a sip of his coffee. I smiled and mostly to have something to say I explained how Finn always asks for things when he's ill.
We went to talking about our boys. It was the best thing to make the time go faster and yet Burt kept on checking his watch every second minute. I tried my best to keep his mind of things and keep him from checking the clock. But… I knew it didn't really help. Not so strange- if it was Finn in the OR I would have been running back and forth in the hallway asking anyone and everyone I saw if they had any news about Finn.
About an hour after we saw Kurt being rolled into the OR Stacey came back, told us that everything had went well and Kurt was being sent into a room in another hallway. I grabbed the plastic from the skittles and chocolate and threw it in the trash can before following Burt and Stacey into a room where Kurt still laid unconscious on a bed.
Burt sat down on one side and there was only a little while until Kurt started waking up. I stroke his hair while Burt talked to him and when he was awake I did raise the bed so he could sit up. He looked drowsily from Burt to me, then to the back of the room, and mumbled something I couldn't catch. Burt asked what he said and then I could catch the word duck, and Kurt pointed
I smiled, Kurt would be high yet another while and for that while I and Burt was gonna hear both one thing and the other, Burt started babbling about ducks, pink dolphins and green elephants, I laughed and then checked my watch.
"I'll go home now, if not Finn will sleep through the whole forenoon." I kissed Burt's head and stroke Kurt's hair before turning around and walking towards the door. I turned around walking through the hall and looked through the window to the both Hummel's.
Yeah- Kurt would be alright- they would both be. Or at least as alright as possible. I shoved my hands in my pockets and pulled out a chocolate bar out of my pocket that I started chewing on, on the way to the parking lot. That was when I realized I did have my car at the Hummel's, I sighed and walked back to Kurt's room.
Finn would be alright missing a day of school- I knew there was no way I would make Burt leave Kurt in this and after all- what could be better on a day off than hearing someone babbling drugged about green elephants, ducks and pink dolphins?
So… I rewrote the ending quite a few times, I hope you liked it. Isn't high Kurt just adorable? Yeah I thought so. That part right after Kurt says he wants his mum was quite hard to write, I hope I did alright.
English is not my first language, I come from the land of lagom, fika and köttbullar. And as well, anything you recognize, is not mine.