Kurt paced back and forth in the emergency room lobby. The doctors had taken Blaine back so long ago. Each minute that Kurt was alone was agonizing. Not knowing whether or not Blaine was even alive was making him crazy.
"Mr. Anderson-Hummel?" Kurt heard. He looked around and then noticed a doctor coming towards him.
"My husband? Is he okay?" Kurt asked frantically.
"He's stable for now." The doctor replied. "He is currently on a machine to help him breathe."
"But why?" Kurt asked. "What's wrong with him?"
"Mr. Anderson-Hummel, was your husband sick with something that felt like strep throat?" he asked.
"Yes, he was complaining about his throat a lot." Kurt replied, thinking back to the first few days that Blaine was sick. "But, I've never seen strep throat act like this."
"Well, it started out as strep throat." the doctor explained. "Because it went untreated the infection got worse and it spread to his heart."
"His heart?" Kurt asked, tears in his eyes.
"Yes, it's called myocarditis. It's an inflammation of the lining of the heart. Right now it's making it very hard for Blaine to breathe and function on his own. We're giving him antibiotics, but right now, they're not working." the doctor said.
"What happens if they don't start working?" Kurt asked.
"Let's worry about that when we get to that point." he replied.
"Okay, can I see him?" Kurt asked. The doctor looked unsure.
"Well, he is still contagious, but I suppose if you put on a mask and gloves that you'll be okay." he told Kurt. Kurt nodded and then followed him back to the ICU. The doctor gave him a mask and a set of gloves and showed him into Blaine's room. Kurt almost thought his heart was going to stop when he saw Blaine lying in that bed. He looked so young and fragile. He was still unconscious and there was a tube in his mouth pumping air into his lungs.
"Oh honey…" Kurt whimpered as he took a seat next to Blaine's bed. He hesitantly reached his hand out and intertwined his fingers with Blaine's. "I-I should have made you go to the doctor earlier." he cried. "Then, we wouldn't be in this situation." Kurt ran his fingers through Blaine's hair, hoping he'd find comfort it that, but nothing helped. Just seeing him like that was breaking his heart. Suddenly, Kurt's cell phone rang. He looked down and saw that Santana was calling. He stood up from his chair and went into the hallway and answered the phone.
"Hey Kurt, how's he doing?" Santana asked.
"I-It's not good." Kurt cried. "I-It's actually really bad."
"What's wrong with him?" She asked.
"He has an infection in his heart. He's on a respirator because he's having a hard time breathing on his own. They're trying to see if antibiotics work, but right now...they're not working." Kurt sobbed. "I-I just don't know what to do. Looking at him, so sick, is killing me."
"Do you want me, Britt, and Kylie to come to the hospital to be with you?" Santana offered.
"No, no I don't want Kylie to get sick. Blaine is still contagious." Kurt replied.
"Then I'll just come." Santana answered. "Britt will watch Kylie."
"You-you don't have to." Kurt cried. "I-I'll be fine."
"No you won't." Santana told him. "I'll be down in about a half an hour. Just hang in there." Kurt only nodded his head, which of course Santana couldn't see. Then, he hung up. He knew he should feel better that Santana was coming, but he didn't. Kurt needed someone else entirely. So, he looked back down at his phone and dialed a number and held it up to his ear.
"Kurt?" came a familiar voice.
"Dad, I need you." Kurt croaked out. Then, he spent the next half an hour telling Burt all about what had happened in the past few days. Then, Burt said that he and Carole would be on the next flight to New York.
Santana arrived shortly after and offered to sit with Blaine. Kurt graciously took her offer. He could watch his husband go through that. And, he was exhausted. Kurt hadn't gotten a good nights sleep in three days. So, he went out to the waiting room and sat down on the couch. Never had a couch felt so good. Kurt settled and eventually fell asleep.
When he woke up, there was someone running their fingers through their hair. Kurt opened his eyes and saw that it was Carole. "Hi honey." She said.
"What time is is?" Kurt asked with a yawn.
"It's about ten in the morning." she replied.
"You guys got here fast." Kurt said.
"We said we would." Carole replied.
"Is Blaine…?" Kurt started.
"He's still unconscious and on the ventilator." Carole told him. "Your dad is sitting with him and giving Santana a break."
"I-I should go and sit with him." Kurt said sitting up from the couch.
"Sweetie, you haven't eaten in a while. You should go and get something to eat." Carole told him.
"No- I'm not hungry." Kurt replied. "I just need to see Blaine." He pushed himself up from the couch and began walking towards Blaine's room when Burt came running out. "We need a doctor!" he said.
"Is he dying?" Kurt asked frantically.
"No, he woke up." Burt replied. Instantly, Kurt felt his heart beat faster and he ran inside. Blaine's eyes were wide open and he was clutching the tube in his throat. He looked like he was going to pull it out.
"Honey don't pull it okay!" Kurt said, grabbing his hands. "A doctor will be here soon to take it out." Blaine's eye darted all around the room. He was clearly confused and scared. So Kurt just clutched his hands and tried to make sure he was calm. "You're going to be okay." Kurt assured him. "Just look at me. Everything is going to be okay." Or, that was what Kurt hoped for anyway.