Finally, he was a speck coming towards him. It was freighting, yet intriguing. He called to it and it came closer. It was running towards him like a speeding bull. He wanted to run, but he couldn't. He was stuck. And then finally, it hit him.

Kurt woke to the white lights piercing into his eyes. It was hard to see, but the brightness wasn't hard to miss. He was lying on his back, with his shoulders and head propped up slightly; every inch of him was sore. He tried to move, but the pain was too much. He looked around, finding the room small and depressing. There was a small chair beside the bed on one side, while the other was stuffed with machines, all blinking and beeping.

He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He licked his lip slowly, shocked to see it sewn on with hard, black stitches. He tried to remember what happened, but his mind went blank. He began to panic, a newfound fear running through him. Where was he and why was he here?

A woman wearing blue scrubs came in through the door, her blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail and her blue eyes stuck to the clipboard. Looking up, she smiled brightly at the sight of Kurt being awake.

Reaching into her pocket, she grabbed a small black walkie-talkie type object.

"Larraine? Yes, nurse Sarah. Please connect Dr. Wade and tell him that patient, Kurt Hummel, has awoken."

Placing the talkie back into her pocket, she walked over and checked his vitals, jotting it all down onto her clipboard.

"Welcome back. Mr. Hummel." She said.

Kurt stared at her in awe. What?

His family came in like a wrecking ball. First dad and Carole. Carole's eyes were bloodshot and Burt looked older than Kurt had ever seen before; having been beat down by the news. Finn came in next holding a Teddy bear from Brittany with a small medical bag attached to it. Finn explained how Rachel, who barely slept a wink after hearing the news, was getting sick, and was sent home, but would be coming back soon.

So overwhelmed by the faces of his family, Kurt almost didn't notice Blaine standing in the corner; his hand clamped over his mouth and eyes digging into his boyfriend. He had never seen anyone look like that, and for it to be the man he loved . . . it rocked Blaine to the core. Kurt's head was bruised and he had stitches across his right eyebrow and left cheek, along with his lip being stitched as well. His right eye seemed swollow, though not black. Down his body was the same, either bashed and bruised or stitched up.

They locked eyes for a moment, but before anyone could say a word, the doctor came in. He politely asked everyone to leave so they could check him, but Kurt refused. As a rough, coughing voice, he asked for them to stay. Dr. Wade proceeded to tell everyone the damage. Thankfully, there had been no internal bleeding, though Kurt lost a large amount of blood. Do to the strength that was forced upon his eye, there was a chance he may go blind in his right eye, but it was only a chance. His body was bruised and cut, and he was in no position to leave any time soon. Though not paralyzed, Kurt was gonna need physical therapy to help him with his walking.

With every answer the doctor gave him, Kurt sunk lower and lower into emptiness. Why me? He asked himself. Why did this happen to me?

Pulling up the chair beside him, Dr. Wade leaned in. "Now, Kurt, do you remember anything that happened to you the other night?"

Kurt found that it hurt to think. He tried several times, finding himself wincing from the pain. He saw flashes of everything that happened. Part of him wanted to scream in terror, but he contained it.

"Attack," he muttered weakly.

The doctor jotted that down, nodding. Turning back, he looked to the family. "A mugging gone wrong, I would have to say." Kurt's eyes darted to the doctor, his broken mouth slowly opening. "Sadly to say, New York, the greatest city alive, isn't always great. We'll contact the police again and tell them about this and a search will be put out."

"No." Kurt said weakly. Everyone looked to Kurt, who was shaking his head slowly. "No mugging." He told them.

"Well, if it wasn't money, then what did they want?" Burt questioned.

"No mugging." Kurt repeated, raising his head to look at them. With watery eyes, he answered again. "Bashing."

The room was filled with an eerie silence. Kurt had been bashed. Not only that, but gay bashed. Gay bashing may not be a illegal, but a hate crime is.

"Oh my, god." Blaine murmured, speaking at last. Moving forward, Blaine reached for Kurt with a shaking hand.

Dr. Wade, noticing their matching rings, realized what he had meant. "I see," he muttered, sighing heavily. "This is bigger than I thought. We're gonna have to contact an entirely new field of police. Investigators. Physiological specialist. A rape kit will have to be in order."

"What?" Finn blurted out.

Blaine's breathing became shallow. The thought of his Kurt being raped by another man made him sick to his stomach.

"Its just a protocol, just to make sure Kurt isn't infected by any STD's. Even if he wasn't raped, its possible he could've gotten something." Taking his clipboard, Dr. Wade headed towards the door. "Feel free to spend the rest of the time with Kurt. If you'd excuse me, I have some phone calls to make."

Even with the doctor gone, the room was filled with silence. No one knew what to say to them or how to react to what they were told. Carole was beginning to get teary-eyed again, and Finn was forced to leave to room before he broke something. The only two left in the room with Kurt was his father and boyfriend. Burt had dealt with the bashing before, back from when Kurt was in school and people were ignorant, but nothing like this. Just comes to show that ignorance wasn't going away any time soon.

Blaine sat there holding Kurt's hand and looking into his eyes. How could someone to this to him? He pondered darkly. Everything was coming crashing down and for once, Blaine didn't know if he could continue standing.