AN: This one goes along with yesterday's drabble. Inspried by lyrics from "Open Your Eyes" by Snow Patrol
Walking into the hospital room I can see that not much has changed. The slow rise and fall of his chest is still the only sign of life from my stepbrother and Burt is still in the chair beside the bed like he was when I had left this morning. Other than when Mom had forced him to go get something to eat, I know that has been where my stepfather has been all day, just like the previous two days before. My family has kept a constant vigil at Kurt's bedside since arriving in New York, and now, after a visit with Blaine, I'm ready to take over that duty from my stepfather.
Burt looks up as I enter the room. "I guess your mother is waiting for me."
I nodded. "She's still sitting with Blaine. He says they're going to release him tomorrow."
Burt nodded. "One of the nurses brought him in to visit Kurt today. I think we're going to be hard pressed to get him to leave Kurt's side once he's officially released."
"That's the pot calling the kettle black," I commented, noting that my stepfather has not made any move to vacate the chair he is sitting in.
"I'm just so afraid that when I leave, I'll come back to find that he's slipped away from me," my stepfather confesses, his gaze going back to Kurt's still form.
I know exactly how he feels, as I harbor the same fears myself every time I leave the room.
"I can't loose him, too," Burt continues, his words sounding like a whispered plead. "Especially not without being able to look into his eyes one last time. I need him to open his eyes."
As if he is granting his father's request, Kurt's eyes flutter open. Burt is immediately on his feet and reaching for Kurt's hand. My stepfather is talking softly to Kurt, too low for me to make out the words. I can tell Kurt is struggling to keep his eyes open, his hand still limp in Burt's grasp.
Quietly I slip out of the room to tell my mom it'll be awhile before Burt will be leaving Kurt's side now.