A/N: I'm really sorry for keeping you waiting so long. I've got mails worrying me would abandon this story. I won't, just busy preparing my PhD exams. Besides, I do Klaine arts. If interested, find me in Tumblr, Line126. BTW, I draw the cover myself. Hope you like it! Thanks for all your guys!

14. Rampart

Sebastian stared at the screen. It was not surprised to know the video of the two men saving Morgan being put up on the internet, he was not worried about that, but the expression of that man... His anxiety kept rising , when he viewed the video repeatedly and found the change in the man's look. Has he...? No, no, no, it won't be possible! Suddenly, his phone buzzed. He frowned when he saw the name, glimpsed sleeping Blaine once, walked out of the bedroom and picked up the phone.

"What?" He muttered, froze for a minute when he heard the answer in the phone, "What do you mean we are investigated by someone? "

He went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of bourbon to ease the nerve. "I've warned you not to take too many one time! What? The event three years ago? You do realize you are threatening me, don't you?" He sighed, being silenced for a second, "Fine, I will deal with it, one last time. Give me the name of the suspicious guy!...Kur...Kurt Hummel?" Why always him? "There's another one? What do you mean it is tough? Who is he? What?!" Sebastian sat down on the chair, leaned against the kitchen table. What should I do?

Blaine looked at the clock at the nightstand, 6:05AM. He closed his eyes, knowing that he really need to sleep, but he couldn't help dwelling on *him*. The scene of that day kept flashing back, his long slim fingers putting on the man's chest, the sweat dropping from his chestnuts smooth hair when he was doing the CPR, his pure blue eyes looking at him. How he wished himself being selfish, he just wanted to hug *him*, kiss him, in spite of Adam, Sebastian, all the other people, all the world. Blaine sighed, was aware of there would be no way he could get over the insomnia today, so he decided to give up and get up. Maybe he could get some sleep at hospital.

Before he entered the gate of the hospital, Blaine knew something was different. The crowd was nearly three times as usual. He grabbed the arm of a blonde male nurse walking by, "Chandler, what happened? Why so many patients?" The nurse rushed through Blaine with a barrow, "I dunno, a lot of patients with fever rushed in today. Wear a mask, Dr.!"

After Blaine changed his clothes and stepped into the clinic room, he took a look at the glass gate and stunned. 2 SUV stopped suddenly in the entrance where usually was only allowed for the ambulances. "What?" Blaine nearly dropped his chin when he saw several men coming out of the cars , and two of them pulling a seal outside the gate, all of them, in the insulation clothing. The others walked into the ER. One talked to the nurse at the station. And later the radio broadcaster announced, "All the staff, to the meeting room, now! Alarm black!"

Blaine rushed with his coworkers into the told place, where one man in the insulation clothing was holding a piece of paper in his hand, saying, "This area, the whole ER department is blocked by the CDC from now on, immediately. No one is allowed to step out until the isolation is released."

"What? You must be kidding me! Why?"

"Among the throat swabs your hospital sent, seven of them were positive for H5N1. And they are all HPAI, so we have reasons to isolate this area."

"What?""That can't be happening!"Everyone looked shocked at this news, some young nurses even burst into tears.

Blaine went blank for a minute, then he searched around, no, Kurt is not here. He let out a sigh of relief, thank God, he didn't want him to be involved. He took the insulation clothes passed by the CDC guy, trying to calm down while listening to the instructions of them. He learnt that the wards will be rearranged and divided into two sections, the isolated section and the clean one, and the empty wards in the clean section would be sterilized and allotted to staff. He was assigned to share a room with Chandler. He turned to look at him, the poor young boy was literally shivering. He walked over, patted his shoulder, "Hey, glad to share the room with you. Don't worry, we will survive this, together, OK?" He managed to squeeze a smile.

The boy cupped his face, "I...I can't!" He cried so hard that even chocked and coughed several times."I don't wanna die!"

"Shhh...Hey...Come on," Blaine sat besides the crying boy, "It is just for prevention, not we will get infected. Consider it as a vacation, right? Someone will serve us meals for free and we won't have any new patients, wouldn't that be great? Come on, let's see our room together! Did you call your family to bring some necessary things for you? What is your task? ...Okay, let me help with moving those patients, let's go!"

"Ok," The boy sobbed, "thank you, Dr. Anderson."

After putting on the cumbersome garment, observing the world though the transparent plastic mask, the ER room seemed strange yet familiar to Blaine. Blaine smiled to himself when he thought of the moment he and Kurt worked together, he really need those good memories to help him work through this terrible situation, then he remembered their discussion about the anesthesia medicine. Maybe I could use this chance to investigate that. Thinking of that, Blaine walked to check the notebook written the amount of the anesthesia drug. He checked it carefully, counted by days and figured out that in some days, the amount would be strangely higher than others. He studied the signatures of doctors and nurses. There was one thing in common: Chandler was on duty on all these days. Blaine furrowed his eyebrows and made a mental note to have a talk with the guy alone at evening in their dorm.

Albeit it was only one day or said 8 hours since isolated, Blaine was already quite boring. Since there was few surgical patient and no new patient, so most of the time, he didn't have much thing to do. Before supper, He took off the insulation clothes, washed his body, changed to the clean clothes, walked into the clean area and opened the door of his assigned dorm. He could hear some noise in the bathroom, assuming that was Chandler. Blaine thought of what he should do, lying on the bed, he scanned the names in the phone, stopped spontaneously on the name "Kurt Hummel". He sighed, got up. What should I send? When his finger hovered on the screen, a new message came. He clicked it open, it was a one word message, yet he smiled, lay back, put the phone on his chest, latter he picked it up to see the message again before he put it back on his chest. He closed his eyes, giggled. He knew, he knew the boy cared about him, and he knew no other words would be needed at this time.

From Kurt Hummel: COURAGE.

...

The door of the bathroom opened, Chandler came out with a surprised look on his face, Blaine frowned," You look pale, Chandler, are you Ok?"

"Fine," he coughed.

Blaine approached to him, "Wait, your pupils.."He thought of those missing prescriptions, all in a sudden, a thought hit him, "Were you... Were you doing drugs?"

Chandler froze for a second, " No, no..." He turned his face, closed his eyes and stepped to the bed, "I was just tired."

Blaine was skeptical but Chandler seemed rejective to his concern. He poured a glass of hot water and put it in the nightstand of Chandler."Don't take it the wrong way, I, just wanna say, you know the situation now, it is not wise to use it, it weakens your nerve and body. I, I just wanna help..."

Chandler looked up, met the sincere eyes of Blaine, he sighed, lowered his head, "Sorry, I'm too depressed, just wanted to cheer up...Please, don't tell anybody, I'll get fired..."

Blaine sat besides Chandler's bed, caressed his back, "I know, it happened so quickly... The stress... I won't judge... Just want you know that if you have difficulties, you can turn to me... I know some great therapists...After all this end, I can introduce one for you..."

Chandler squeezed a smile, "Thank you for being so kind to me, I don't know what to say... We were not very close before..." He stopped to breath, "Thank you, really...It has been a long time for me to be so nicely treated...My parents passed...away early...and..."His words was interrupted by several coughs.

Blaine got worried, "What kind of drug did you use? Your breath is effected, that's wired! Was it...you stole from ER?"

Chandler stayed mute for a while, then he sighed, "No... Why?"

Blaine felt a little embarrassed, "Sorry... It's just I noticed that some of the anesthesia medicine was missing... And it happened to disappear during your shift...I think that must be a coincidence..."

Chandler stared at Blaine for a minute, "it's not like that..." Then he burst into fierce coughs.

"Oh my god, are you Ok?" Blaine tried to pat his back, he winced when he touched him. "Geez, you are flaming!" The instinct triggered him to push the calling bell on the wall.

"Don't..."Chandler grabbed Blaine's arm, however he was too weak to achieve the whole movement.

"That I can't agree...I have to...You might..." You might get infected.

"What can I do for you?" Voice came from the speaker.

"Please, send someone here...Wear insulation clothes! I think we got an infection here! He is having a dyspnea!"

"Ok, sir! We will be right there!"

When the rescue team arrived, Blaine watched Chandler being moved to the cart bed, then he was stopped by one of the CDC people, "We need to test your temperature, doctor, and a throat swab. Protocol thing."

"Ok" Blaine shrugged, opened his mouth.

"98F. The result of the sample will be out in 6 hours, before that, we have to isolate you, I'm sorry, sir."

Blaine sighed and nodded, "I understand."

...

Finally, he could lie down on the bed, the raucous day was finished. Blaine felt boneless and fatigue. He couldn't think of the situation he was facing now. He didn't want to think. He buried all the fear and foreboding, trying to replace them with hope and good things. Then, among all the fuzzy images, Kurt's smiling face was the only thing left. It came to him that he hadn't got the chance to reply Kurt's message. He felt a little dizzy when he got up to get his phone, but finally he managed to type the question hidden deep in his heart for a long time yet he never dared to face, "Will you love me if there were no Adam, no Sebastian? Or will you still ignore my love?" He vacillated to push the send button, looking at the sentence with a wry smile, then with the last strength, he deleted it and type "Thank you!" instead. The minute he clicked "Send", he felt into sleep.

The office.

Kurt Hummel was irritated. "What do you mean my application is rejected? Why?"

"Dr. Hummel," The Chief of the personnel department sighed, "we are crewing volunteers to the isolated zone, that is true. But generally speaking, we need ICU doctors, or respiratory physicians. And you are not in any of these fields. So, we appreciate your enthusiasm, but we need someone could really be helpful. "

"Of course I can help!" Kurt growled, "You have no idea! My...My best friend is in there!"

"I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do."

"Damn!" Kurt slammed the door behind. What should I do? Blaine...I must be in there. Wait, maybe I should ask that man. He took his telephone out, searched for the name, hesitated for while then he took a deep breath and clicked the name "Sebastian Smythe".

A/N: Let me know what you think, THANKS!