BowtiedPavarotti
Sept. 9, 2013, 8:20 a.m.
The Crash: Shock
K - Words: 385 - Last Updated: Sep 09, 2013 Story: Complete - Chapters: 25/25 - Created: Sep 03, 2013 - Updated: Apr 13, 2022 189 0 0 0 1
"I'm sorry. We've done all we can do for now. It's now just a waiting game. You have to know that it's highly likely he'll wake up before too long. Please don't worry yourselves too much with thinking about that. We can't assess brain damage until he does wake up, and it is possible there will be some memory loss. But for now, there is nothing we can do but wait."
"Thank you, doctor."
"I'm just doing my job, Mrs Anderson."
"Where is he?"
"He's in there. He... he hasn't woken up."
"Can I see him?"
"I'm not sure if that's such a good idea..."
"...why? What's wrong?!"
"N-nothing, it's just-"
"Then nothing. My son has been going out of his mind with worry. He's blaming himself and now you're really not helping. All he wants to do is spend a few minutes with his boyfriend. Can you not even give him that?"
"... It's not Kurt's fault."
"Then let him see Blaine."
"B-Blaine. I... I've been told to try to speak to you. Um, this is weird. It's, er, it's like when we call each other. At night. Late. And, um, you are really tired and fall asleep and I'm still talking to you before I realise you're asleep. But you're not on the end of the phone. You're... Blaine, I'm squeezing your hand. Can you feel it? Please. Do something. Do anything. Squeeze back or flicker your eyelid. Anything to let me know you're listening? ... Okay. It's okay. I can wait. I'm going to be here when you wake up, Blaine. I really want to be here when you wake up.
"The doctor says that you've only been out for a couple of days, and we have nothing to worry about yet. That's okay. But I can't not worry, Blaine. I love you. I don't think I can live my life without you. I don't want to.
"It's graduation in a month. We have that reservation downtown after. Please don't make me cancel it, baby. Wake up. We can graduate together and then go find our apartment and start our life. New York, babe. Big lights and a bright city.
"Um... I've just been talking and, uh, well, you can't hear. You're asleep. I don't know when you'll wake up, Blaine. I hope-"
"Kurt..."
"Dad?"
"I think that's long enough."
"But... Okay. Can I come back tomorrow?"
"You can come back tomorrow."