-ER-

It was one of those "unlucky nights".

"Dr. Anderson, weve got a patient transferred from the district hospital, car accident 3hr ago, 23, male, lost conscious since injury, with a lucid interval of 1 hour."

"Any CT scan?"

"Yes, here you are."

Blaine checked the CT scan film through light, "Shit, an epidural hematoma in the central line! Get the CBC, ICP, blood gas!"

"ICP 275, Hb 65!" The nurse reported.

"Damn, his left pupil is enlarged. Get me the neurosurgeon, tell him we have a severe brain injury, probably combined with a hernia! Come to Room 6 of ER ASAP!"

"Sorry, doctor, the neurosurgeon is on surgery now, cant come down right now."

"What?" Blaine shouted, "No, this one couldnt be waiting! He must come here!"

"Cant make it, sir!" said the nurse, "Huge brain aneurysm, bleeding fiercely now!"

"Damn it! Where is Prof. Schuester?"

"Already connected. Need 1hr to drive back. "

-Damn, how could I deal with this? Wait for professor or transfer to other hospital? Blaine furrowed his eyebrows.

"Give me that CT scan." A calm voice came from Blaines back.

"Kur…Dr. Hummel!" Blaine turned around, "Right, you were a neurosurgeon, check this patient for me. Thank you!"

Kurt took the film, stated without hesitation, "It is an epidural hematoma, and the hematoma is over 20ml. He cant wait for 1 hour. He needs surgery now! Get OR prepared!"

"But," Blaine rubbed his hands, "we dont have any neurosurgeon who can do it now. Its too close to the midline, and Im afraid to damage the sinuses, causing big bleeding, I cannot do it alone…"

"I can do it." Kurt repeated, "I will do it."

"Didnt you…?" -Didnt you say you couldnt deal with blood now? Isnt it the reason you quit neurosurgery? But seeing that pair of blue eyes, firm and confident, Blaine threw away his doubts, knowing this is not a time to ask that question.

"But your foot?" Blaine pointed to the crutch. "Can it take for that long?"

"Give me a shot," Kurt said in no expression, "I mean, give my ankle a local injection of Ropivacainea288;AN:A kind of anesthetics.a289;"

"But…"Blaine still concerned.

"Are you going to waste time arguing with me or are we saving life now?" Kurt said with an unquestionable tone.

-OR-

Kurt lifted his sterile hands, let the nurse to help him put on the gown. He looked at Blaine, who was standing at the assistant position with the eyes asking him: are you sure? Kurt nodded towards him and walked to the patients head.

"Scalpel." Kurt held out his hand to the instrument nurse.

"Scalpel. "The nurse gave him it.

Kurt held the scalpel, draw a notch on the patients scalp and the blood flew out

-The past flashbacked…

Young people…

Man…

Car accident.

Head…

Bloodbath…

Red. Everything was so red...

Fresh blood…

Everywhere…

The smell, like iron…

His face, he was Adam!

The smell, he couldnt stand it, he was vomiting…

It was all his fault, his fault…

Kurt was breathing so rapidly that he couldnt catch it. Heartache and feeling of vertigo is coming to him again.

"Hey, hey, Dr. Hummel, Kurt? Kurt!" Gloved hand caught his arm. "Look at me, Kurt, look at me."

Kurt was waked from memory finally, searching the hazel eyes.

"Great. "Blaine smiled in his eyes, "Hey, you are saving this young mans life. His name is Brian Mountainburg. You are saving Brians life. Can you save his life?"

"Brian?"- He is not Adam, right, he is not. "Right, yes, yes, I can, I will save him. "Kurt murmured as if he was sleepwalking.

"Good. You are doing well, Kurt. Now, look at my chest, breath with my rhythm, will you do that for me?"

Kurt nodded, following the instruction, finally able to find his original breath rate.

"Good, Im so proud of you, Kurt. Now Im going to remove this gauze, and you will see the point of the bleeding. We will co work to stop the bleeding. Shall we?"

"Yes." Kurt inhaled. "Give me the bipolar coagulation."

…

"End of surgery." Kurt claimed, "Time: 2:30am."

Blaine let out a long sigh of relief, "Its great, Im so proud of you, Kurt, and you saved him. You really should come back to…"

"Blaine?" Kurt interrupted. "Blaine…" His voice lowered.

"Umm?" Blaine took his gloves off, watching the nurses moving the patient out of the operation room.

"Will you please hold me?" The shy man blushed, whispered, trying not to get the nurses heard, "I…I cant walk by myself now."

Blaine felt his heart aching, how could he forget his injured ankle? He quickly stepped forward to hold Kurt. Then all in a sudden, his phone rang.

"Hi, Bling-Bling, guess who is back in town? Your lover! I dont know why you are not picking me up at the airport, but I will forgive you if you serve me well tonight." The man in the phone giggled, "And I bring some gifts for you, it is…"

"Seb," Blaine frowned, "It is really not a good time, Im kind of busy, still in hospital. Im too tired, gonna rest here."

"Why? Your shift should be ended 2 hours ago. How dare you do this to me? Why you always act like that? I cant stand anymore…"The angry man roared.

Blaine put the phone far from his ear, frowned, then he noticed Kurt was shaking, couldnt stand his own body weight a minute longer, so he sighed, "Good night, Seb!" Then he hanged out the chattering phone, and turned it off. He squeezed his arm on the waist of Kurt, smiled to him, "Lets go home, my hero."