There’s nothing quite like the smell of hospital to start your day off.

Everything slowly snaps into Blaine’s consciousness – the chatter from the receptionist’s desk, the hospital bed that doesn’t feel much more comfortable than old bread against his spine, the sour tingling in the small of his back – as he wakes. Looking around his room, too-clean and almost-glowing white, he sees a small glance of colour next to his bed.

Sitting up, Blaine leans over to see a small bunch of flowers, yellow and pink and green, standing upright on the small tray next to his bed. There’s a small card attached, and once Blaine manages to position himself on one elbow he can reach over and read it clearly.

Blaine -- I hope you can read this soon. These are roses, and as cliché as it is they were my idea. They’re colourful enough to brighten the room, so I hope they brighten your day as well!

Get well soon,

-Kurt J

Blaine can’t help but smile at the smiley face, and the roses do make everything seem a little happier. It takes him about five seconds to remember why he had to get better in the first place.

-sharp, splitting but barely-there pain as he drops down, must be the shock-

Blaine freezes.

-“Sebastian stabbed you,” numbness ticking back into pain-

He was stabbed less than twenty-four hours ago.

He’s sitting up.

Fuck.

The door opens and a tall, short-haired older woman walks in before Blaine can process it. She glances up, looks at her check board for a few seconds, and looks up again. Blaine opens his mouth to try to explain something he has no idea about, and the woman walks out.

He sits there awkwardly for a few seconds before she re-enters, cursing under her breath and carrying a pair of scissors.

“What are you doi-” Blaine begins to ask, but then the tinging in his back practically buzzes with an itching feeling. He sees the way the woman holds the scissors – like aiming for a dartboard – and suddenly he’s on the glowingly clean floor, the scissors embedded in the wall where his head was half a second ago.

Blaine gasps, pushes himself up and turns to face the woman. She lifts her hand up, aims towards the scissors and Blaine freezes in place as they remove themselves from the wall and fly back into her hand. She turns to face Blaine, and he can feel his brain whimpering.

“Congratulations, Anderson, you’re a freak of nature.”

A moment passes.

“Who are you?” Blaine forces out, sounding almost scandalized, and the woman snorts.

“I’ve never heard that one before. Call me Sue and for the love of god, sit down.”

Blaine cautiously walks over to the bed, and Sue follows. He opens his mouth – he’s really got to stop doing that – and she holds up a hand to silence him.

“I know you have a lot of questions, and I’m here to answer all of them but you don’t need to speak, at all. Understand?”

Nope.

“That’s okay. No-one really does.”

How come I don’t have to-

“I can read your mind, dumbass.”

Oh.

“Can I start now?”

Sue’s looking at him expectantly, and he nods once.

“Well, for starters, you’re probably wondering why you’re alive?”

I might be.

“Oh, shut up. You’re alive because I came in here at three a.m. last night and switched your medication drip to something with a little more kick.”

Which is?

“Classified info, kid. Sorry.” Sue smiles a little. “This wasn’t all just me, though. Someone out there wanted you to live. The stuff isn’t exactly cheap or easy to make, either, so you’re obviously pretty valuable to someone.”

Blaine thinks of Kurt briefly, and Sue’s smile fades a little.

“The point is that you can’t be pissy about this, okay?”

About what?

“Why do you think I threw a pair of scissors at you?”

Becau-

“It was rhetorical.”

Oh.

“You can do stuff now, Blaine, and pretty advanced stuff too. So embrace it. Fight some muggers. Beat up some football player with a brain the same size as his incredibly tight, salty nipples,” Blaine shudders internally, “-and live happily ever after. Good luck, kiddo.”

Wait-

“What?”

Blaine’s mind goes blank, and Sue smiles gently.

“You’ll figure it all out for yourself, I promise. Just don’t let anyone sane know, okay?”

Blaine blinks, nods. Sue gives a little wave and walks out the door.

Blaine falls back onto the bed and groans.

Could be worse.