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Tom and Kurt have a discussion about Noah and the events leading up to tonight's visit to the ER.

Tom walks up to Kurt who is looking out of the big picture window at the parking lot. He sees Kurt's shoulders shake and the shaking hand that wipes the tears from his face.

"Hey, Kurt, right?", I ask the question quietly as not to really frighten the young man. He simply nods his head.

"Uh, have you called your folks to let them know where you are?", at that question he looks at the clock on the wall. It is showing 11:05 PM.

"I still have until midnight before my dad worries about me", he says in a small timid voice.

I really don't know what else to say to him so I turn to walk away and then the kid's voice stops me in my tracks.

"How could his own mother do this to him? How could she hate him?", his eyes are locked with mine, pleading for answers.

"I don't know the answers and I don't really want to guess the answers either", I give him the only answer I know of at the moment.

"My mother loved me and she was the kindest, sweetest woman I have ever known. She would never do this to me, what Noah's mother did to him", he quietly sobs. "I just don't understand how someone that is suppose to love you could hate you", the words are hitching in his throat.

I watch his eyes brim with tears and offer him some tissues that are sitting on the table beside us.

"I know from personal experience that a mother can hate just as much as she loves Kurt. My own mother was one of those people, she never physically abused my brother and me, she abused us emotionally and mentally", I tell him in a soft voice, "You were lucky."

He turns away from me looking out the picture window once again.

I open my mouth to say something else to him, to offer some kind of hope, some kind of assurance that I will protect Noah, but the doctor walks out of the double doors and I hear him call my name out.

Kurt's POV

I heard the doorbell and knew that Mr. Watson was here. I told Becky to go bring him up here to Noah's room.

Noah tried pushing me away, spraying me with blood and spit, his words chilled me to the bone. Just leave me alone and let me die, no one cares if I'm dead. He fights me just a couple more seconds before he collapses against me.

I see the look of fear of in Mr. Watson's eyes as he takes Noah's pulse. He picks Noah up like a child, cradling him against his chest.

I can hear him talk to Noah as we get in the car, making sure Noah knew he wasn't trying to hurt him. Mr. Watson tells me to drive, that the keys are in the floorboard.

I wait until Becky is buckled in and then I pull out of the driveway. I praised my Dad for teaching me how to drive and all the times we went to the go cart tracks.

I was calm as I drove as fast as I felt was safe, which at one point was close to one hundred miles an hour. I heard Mr. Watson gasp a couple of times but other than that he never once told me how to drive or to slow down.

Becky never flinched as I weaved in and out of traffic as the lights looked like rays passing by her window. I think she was praying for Noah to be okay. She was also listening to comforting sounds in the back seat.

When we arrived at the ER, the nurses took one look at us and grabbed a stretcher. I know the words we were trying to convey were jumbled with tears.

They took Noah to a trauma room and literally told us to get out. They wouldn't even let us stay in there with him. They have no idea how frightened he is and that he will fight them just like he did us. The difference being he knows us and not them.

An older nurse tells us that as soon as they know something they will come out and talk to us. I hug Becky to me, telling her everything is going to be okay. We walk over to a couple of seats by the window.

I watch Mr. Watson as he talks with the admissions clerk, his face goes from scared to angry. He takes out his cell phone and makes a call to someone, he then turns back to the clerk and lets her know what the conversation is about and that seems to change the attitude of the whole situation.

The look on his face scares me, I don't know what the man is up to but I have this feeling that it is something to do with Noah's care. He walks over to us. I am scared of what is happening out here as much as I am in trauma room.

He puts his hand on my shoulder, I guess it is a comfort gesture and to be honest it does help a little. Becky grabs his hand and hangs on as if her life depends on it. I guess it does, cause Noah is her life.

We both ask him questions about Noah and what is happening with him, we both talk over each other. Mr. Watson calmly tells us as soon as the doctors know something that they will come out and talk to us. He says we just need to wait and to be patient.

Becky and I sit there in silence. I can see her lips moving and I know that she is praying.

I haven't prayed since my dad had his heart attack and even then it seemed strange to me. But once again here I sit in a hospital worried that someone I care about is not going to make it. Wait since when do I CARE about Noah?

My thoughts are interrupted by the arrival of Lima's finest men in blue, they are handing Mr. Watson some papers and I hear the officer tell him that he goes the judge a big one. They shake hands and the officer leaves going out the double doors.

He sits back down by us reading over the papers and putting them in his jacket pocket. He stares out the window just like we do and he seems lost in his own hell.

A few minutes later I see an older woman walking up to the double doors, she has an unpleasant scowl on her face. She looks like she would rather be anywhere but here, so do we.

She call out Mr. Watson's name as she enters the waiting room and he walks over to her, offering his to shake. She introduces herself as Mrs. Cantrell and she is from Social Services. As I catch bits and pieces of their conversation I begin to understand the private hell he has been in for that last half hour. He has guardianship of Noah.

Mrs. Cantrell walks over to Becky and asks her to go with her so they can talk. Becky looks at me scared, but I tell her its okay and that she should tell the truth, the whole truth. She nods her head at me and takes Mrs. Cantrell's hand as they walk to the private waiting room.

He walks back over to me by the window, he doesn't know what to say to my questions of how or why a mother could hate her son so much. There are so many questions going on in my head and I know that neither one of us have the answers.

The doctor walks out of the trauma area and asks for Mr. Watson.

Pipedreams by Mark Salling

There's a reason

I stay though

I know damn well

That a city of angels

Can fell like a hell

But there is a savior I seek….