‘Beep’

‘Beep’

‘Beep’

He’d heard this sound for a while now. Kurt had been lying in his hospital bed, in the same position for 3 months. The only sign that he was alive was the fall and rise of his chest as he breathed in and out. Sebastian, seated at his bedside, took his hand and started talking about his day.

When they called Sebastian and told him that Kurt had a car accident, he was terrified. He had run out of their apartment and taken a cab to the hospital. They wouldn’t tell him anything by phone so the only question that kept going over and over in his mind was if Kurt was okay. When he arrived at the hospital, the doctor told him that Kurt didn’t have any serious damage, just some small injuries. He had hit his head hard and was in a coma now. Sebastian came in to Kurt’s room and saw him restless  in his sleep with scratches on his face and an IV in his forearm. He thought to himself that if Kurt would wake up now he would be going on and on about bandages around his head messing his hair. Sebastian had tears in his eyes as he sat next to the bed and said:

‘I’m right here honey, everything is OK, I’m not going anywhere. I was so scared. I love you. I’ll wait here until you wake up.’

Then he took Kurt’s hand and the only sounds in the room were the endless ‘beeps’ of machines that Kurt was connected to.

Kurt still hadn’t woken up.

Sebastian didn’t leave hospital for a week. He was spending all of his days holding Kurt’s hand and waiting. But after all the doctors and nurses had told him to go home and take care of himself, he gave up. He had to take a shower, change his now smelly clothes and sleep in a bed instead of a hospital chair. But most of all he had to go to work. He hadn’t been there in eight days and his boss understood the situation but Sebastian knew it had been too long. So he took a cab and headed to the apartment. He was so tired that he went straight to bed. He didn’t bother to change his clothes, he just lay down and covered himself with a blanket. It felt weird. He was now alone in their apartment, in their bed. Of course, he had been there alone before but it felt different now. Kurt wouldn’t come here any minute and cuddle him to sleep; he wouldn’t kiss him good night and make him breakfast when he woke up. Kurt is not here. Sebastian hasn’t heard his beautiful voice, hasn’t seen his blue-green shining eyes, in eight days and he had started to think he never will. But no, he can’t think like this. Kurt will wake up any day and he has to take care of himself, he can’t look like a ghost when Kurt wakes up. So he lies in bed, looking on the empty side of the bed where Kurt always sleeps and tries to go to sleep but fails. Around 3 a.m. he takes his pillow and blanket to the living room to sleep on the couch. He can’t sleep in bed, it feels wrong with Kurt in the hospital. It is their bed, their apartment, so he can’t sleep there on his own. This whole apartment feels wrong. This isn’t home anymore, not without Kurt.

In the morning Sebastian woke up, ate a stale roll and went to work. He couldn’t focus on his job because he was thinking about Kurt all the time. Around 3p.m. he went out of the office and headed straight to the hospital. He walked to Kurt’s room with hope that Kurt was waiting for him awoken, in his bed but his step falters as soon as he sees his husband, more pale and skinny than ever, lying in the same position with closed eyes. Sebastian sits by his bedside, kisses his forehead and takes his hand. He starts talking about his day and what they will do when Kurt wakes up.

That’s how the next 3 months pass.

As Sebastian keeps talking about a new case he is working on now, he feels some movement in his hand. At first he thinks he is just too tired, that he just imagined it, but then Kurt gave his hand a little squeeze.

‘Kurt, Kurt do you hear me?’ He squeezed Kurt’s hand harder and put a hand on his husband’s cheek.

‘Kurt, honey wake up. Please baby, open your eyes. ’

Kurt started to mumble something and blinked his eyes. Sebastian already has tears in his eyes.

‘Oh my God Kurt.’ He leaned and kissed his forehead.

‘I was so scared honey.’ He kissed Kurt on the lips. He couldn’t help himself, he had wanted to do this for so long. When he deepened the kiss he heard Kurt screaming in his mouth. Sebastian pulled back.

 ‘Sorry honey, did I hurt you? I didn’t mean to. I just miss you so much. I was scared that you would never wake up but you did. Oh God, Kurt I’m so happy…’

 But Kurt stopped him ’Who are you?!’ He screamed.

‘ W…what? What are you talking about? Honey…’

‘No! Who are you? Why did you kiss me? And don’t call me honey.’

‘Kurt…’ He wanted to take his hand but Kurt pulled back.

‘Don’t touch me! Where am I? AND WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?’

‘Kurt… I’m… I’m your husband.’

‘WHAT? ARE YOU NUTS? Go away!’

‘I …’

‘I said, GO AWAY!’

And then a doctor and two nurses came in. They asked him out of the room.

When Sebastian walked out of the room Kurt looked at the doctor. ‘What am I doing here? ’

‘Kurt, I’m doctor Samuel Corcoran, you had a car accident and you’ve been in a coma for a while. I want to ask you a few questions, OK?’

Kurt nodded.

‘What’s your name?’

‘Kurt Hummel.’

‘What are your parents’ names?’

‘Burt and Elizabeth Hummel.’

‘What city are we in?’

‘The last time I remember I was in New York.’

‘What’s the date?’

‘I don’t know how long I’ve been in a coma.’

‘The last date you remember.’

‘May 12th.…’ It comes more as a question and the doctor writes something on his card.

 ‘…2014’

And then the doctor’s eyebrow rises even higher.

‘Something’s wrong?’ Kurt asked.

‘I’ll come back in a minute, OK?’

Kurt nodded and the doctor came out of the door and started talking to this weird guy who kissed him before. Who the hell is he?

‘And? How is he? Why doesn’t he recognize me?’ Sebastian was nervous. He shivers as he waits for the doctor to answer.

‘Sebastian… It looks like Kurt has an amnesia.’