So now that I decided on my plot twist and pulled an all-nighter, I've got a few chapters in advance. Yay! I thought about making you wait, but I'm just as excited about it as you.
SPOV
My head is spinning so fast that I can hardly process any of this. My father, in Blaine's bedroom. This is wrong. It takes me a while to register Blaine stepping in front of me, and his words reach me as if through a wall; fuzzy and muffled. "Haven't you done enough damage?" he asks, almost growling. "Leave."
My father laughs. "Isn't that sweet," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Your little boyfriend is sticking up for you. I don't know who you think you are, kid, but he belongs to me."
"He doesn't belong to anyone," Blaine spits back. "Especially not you. I know what you did to him. You're lucky you haven't been arrested already."
The humor leaves my father's face as it changes to the cold mask I know. "Sebastian," he barks sharply, "Say goodbye. We're leaving."
He seizes my arm, but I manage to wrench it away. By this point my brain has caught up enough to respond. "No," I say firmly. "I'm not going anywhere with you."
He turns around and gives me a glare so hard that I almost start apologizing. But then I remember what he did and I'm not sorry. "Excuse me?" he says angrily. "What did you just say?"
"I said I'm not going," I say louder. "You don't control me anymore." He moves so fast that I don't see his hand coming until my cheek stings with the force of his blow. Blaine lets out a feral snarl and manages to land a few good hits, but my father is stronger. I watch in horror as he is flung across the room, his head colliding with the corner of his dresser as he slams to the floor.
His face twists in pain, and I feel my blood boil as my father stands over him. Blaine tries to stand, but falls to the floor again, clutching his head. "You little faggots should learn your place," my father spits. "You say you know what I did to him? Well how about learning that lesson firsthand?"
Things after that happen in short flashes of knowledge. Blaine's blood on the floor. My father's hand, reaching for him. The threat hanging in the air. The glint of fear in Blaine's eyes.
Suddenly, I find myself over my father, pinning him to the ground, my hands pressed to his throat. "Don't you EVER touch him or talk to him like that EVER AGAIN," I growl. I can tell that I've caught him by surprise, and the knowledge of this fuels my rage. "I will not stop until you're locked up forever for what you did to me, and I am never letting you do it to another person. Blaine is ten times the man you are. You're not a man. You're a coward! You feed off of people's fear of you. Well guess what, dad: I'm not afraid of you anymore."
I manage to call the police with one hand, still pinning him down with the other. When they arrive and handcuff my father, I run to Blaine. He smiles slightly. "You…Did it…" he mumbles, going in an out of focus. "I knew…you…could…"
His eyes close and I shake him gently. "Blaine! You have to stay awake, okay? Keep talking."
He bats me away weakly. "Stop…'M tired…"
"I know, honey," I murmur, stroking his hair, "But you have to stay awake." In the ambulance, I sit next to him, gripping his hand tightly. Mid-sentence, he cuts off, his eyes closing. The machines he's hooked up to beep in alarm. "Blaine!" I yell. He doesn't respond.
He is whisked away from me then, through a set of double doors. I am left in the waiting room. I stand there, unsure for a moment, before dialing his mom's number. "Hi Sebastian," she answers cheerfully. "Is everything okay?"
"No…" I reply, my voice cracking.
"What's wrong?" she asks, hearing my distress. I tell her the short version on the story. "Are you okay?" she enquirers.
"I'm fine," I tell her, "But Blaine isn't. I don't know what's wrong. They won't tell me because I'm not family."
"I'll be there as soon as I can," she says. It is fifteen minutes before she arrives, and I still haven't heard anything. She hugs me tightly. "He'll be okay," she assures me. "He's strong." I nod, but with each passing minute I grow more and more anxious.
Finally, after another hour, a nurse comes through the doors looking for us. "He's stable now," she informs us. "You can go see him."
"Is he awake?" I ask as she leads us to his room.
She shakes her head sadly. "He hit his head really hard. There was a lot of internal bleeding. He's in a coma right now."
I want to shake her, to make her take back what she said. Instead, I ask the important question. "Will he wake up?"
The woman hesitates as we near the room. "We're not sure yet. It could go either way." Julie rubs my arm reassuringly, but I can't help but think that this is my fault.
I freeze just inside the doorway. Blaine lies on the white hospital bed, still and pale under the fluorescent lights. He is hooked up to countless machines, and there is a breathing tube down his throat, along with several other tubes in various parts of his body. The sight of him makes me want to cry and scream, but those hardly seem like appropriate behaviors for a hospital room. Instead I stay frozen until Julie gently prods me forward.
"He might be able to hear you," The nurse says softly. She points to a squiggly green line on a monitor. "That's his brain wave activity. If he hears you, it'll spike. Why don't you try it?"
I look to Julie, who nods encouragingly, before stepping closer. I gently take his hand, my eyes fixed on the green line. "Blaine? Blaine, it's me, Sebastian. Can you hear me?" One of the humps in the line grows. "Blaine, you have to get better," I murmur. "I need you. You promised me you'd be around for a long time." There is another large wave. "I love you, Blaine," I whisper. This time the line spikes severely.
"He must really like you," the nurse remarks. She takes in my face and lays a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Don't get discouraged," she says. "I know it seems bad, but these kinds of things change all the time. He can still pull through."
I nod, though I'm still blaming myself. The nurse slips out, and I can't help the wave of sadness that rises in my chest. Julie hugs me tightly. "Sebastian, you know this isn't your fault. Do you know how mad he'd be if he knew you were blaming yourself for this?"
I nod. "I know, but I can't help it. If it wasn't for me, this wouldn't have happened."
She rubs my back gently. "He knew this might happen. It was his choice. Don't blame yourself. He'll wake up."
I nod and take a seat on one side of him as she takes a seat opposite from me. We each hold one of his hands and each others, creating a circuit. I sit in my chair and watch carefully for any signs he's waking up. I see nothing.
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TheSongSmith