April 2, 2013, 8:15 p.m.
Slow Fade: Chapter 3
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Chapter 3
“Doctor, here are the lab results for that new patient of yours.”
Blaine looked up and took the chart his medical assistant was offering him; it was Kurt Hummel’s results. He stood and moved to his office and he didn’t open the file until the door was closed and he was seated at his desk. He finally let the breathe out that Blaine didn’t know he’d been holding, for some reason he felt nervous and he wasn’t sure it was because of the contents of the chart.
Opening it at last, he scanned the paper from the lab, frowned and reached for his phone.
“Dr. Anderson, good to hear from you,” Finn Hudson said, answering the call.
“I’m calling because Kurt Hummel’s lab results have come it and I would like to meet with him to review it,” Blaine said, winding the phone cord around his finger nervously.
“Can you just tell me?” Finn asked. “Kurt has a pretty full schedule, he is filming all day.”
“I’m sorry, but I really should meet with him,” Blaine replied.
“Are you trying to say that something is wrong?” Finn asked, anxiously.
“I’m just saying,” Blaine said carefully. “That I would like to go over it with Mr. Hummel.”
“Point taken,” Finn conceded. “Can you come down to Universal Studios, he has a break from filming in an hour.”
Blaine looked over his schedule and was glad to see that he had a cancellation right before his lunch, “I can do that.”
“I can send the driver.”
“That won’t be necessary, I know the way there.”
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“Dr. Anderson, this way, they are just finishing filming,” Finn said when Blaine arrived on set.
It was weird for Blaine to be on an actual working Hollywood set. In all the time he lived in California, he never really thought about the actual process of filming, and here he was at one of the most famous movie studios in the world. He followed Finn silently, clutching his bag and then he saw him. It was apparent that make-up had been hard at work to make Kurt look as though he wasn’t ill, but Blaine could see it through the way he carried himself, the actor obviously felt miserable.
“Quiet please!” someone ordered and he and Finn stopped, realizing it was the director. “Sound speed, and action!”
Blaine was startled; here he was watching a scene from Kurt Hummel’s upcoming movie. It was dramatic the way that Kurt could go from looking so completely awful to changing his whole persona in the second that the camera started rolling. There were actors and then there was Kurt Hummel, he completely invested himself completely into his role. Blaine watched spellbound as the scene played out.
“Cut!” The director announced at last. “Lunch break everyone.”
Everyone filed past and Finn led Blaine over to where Kurt was standing, drinking greedily from a water bottle.
“Hello doctor,” Kurt said happily, shaking Blaine’s hand. “To what do I owe this honor?”
“Your result have arrived from the lab, can we go over them?” Blaine asked.
Kurt’s smiled faded, and he nodded, “Of course.”
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“So your CBC came back and it showed what I suspected, you are anemic,” Blaine said to Kurt once they were alone in his trailer.
“I know the term,” Kurt admitted. “But what does this mean for me?”
“Your red and white blood cells along with your platelets all are low and that will account for most of your symptoms. You feel weak because your body doesn’t have enough red blood cells to maintain normally and you having a low white count explains the fever,” Blaine replied.
“What is causing it?” Kurt asked.
“At this point I really can’t make any judgments, except that I will need to run some more tests. There are several forms that anemia can take and I need to narrow it down before I can come to any conclusions. But first I would like to—”
“Poke me again,” Kurt deadpanned. He rolled up his sleeve and held his pale arm out, “Do your worst.”
Blaine smiled, as he started to pull out his equipment, “So when did you first know you wanted to be an actor?”
Kurt smiled, “Ever since I was a kid I wanted to be on Broadway, but when I was turned down from the school of my dreams in New York I was crushed. So I came here and the rest is history. So how long have you wanted to be a doctor?”
Blaine looked at Kurt thoughtfully, “It was never a dream of mine as a kid, I actually wanted--”
“What?” Kurt asked.
“I wanted to be a singer, in my school in Ohio I was a part of an a capella boy’s choir,” Blaine replied.
“Ohio, really? I’m from Lima, and I was in choir, we were called the New Directions,” Kurt admitted.
“You’re kidding!” Blaine exclaimed. “I was in the Warblers from Dalton Academy.”
“Small world,” Kurt said with a smile. “Maybe we competed against each other,”
Blaine smiled and then held up the syringe and Kurt shuddered as he looked at the needle. “It will be over before you know it,” he said.
“Just do it,” Kurt said closing his eyes tightly.
Blaine did so and it wasn’t until he was putting a band-aid on his arm, that Kurt spoke again.
“You never answered my question. Why did you get into medicine?”
“My father,” Blaine admitted. “He thought being a musician wasn’t a proper job and he wanted me to have a respectable job, in fact he was determined that I go to law school. When it came down to it I liked helping people, rather than tearing them down, so I told him I wanted to go to medical school. He had to agree since it was better than me being a musician.”
“Sorry to hear that,” Kurt replied.
“I’m not,” Blaine admitted. “I still love music and I always will, but I always love being a doctor.”
“So what brought you to California?” Kurt asked.
“After I graduated from Ohio State, my--,” Blaine paused. “Friend wanted me to move here with him, and I haven’t looked back since.”
“California is definitely an improvement over Ohio,” Kurt said with a chuckle.
“Agreed,” Blaine said with a smile. Kurt held his gaze and for a moment Blaine stared, unable to look away. It wasn’t until there was a loud rapping on the door that made them look away.
“I have to go back,” Kurt said regretfully. “Thank you doctor, it was a pleasure.”
“The pleasure was all mine, Mr. Hummel.”
Comments
i'm really enjoying this. can't wait to read the next chapter. and i still don't trust henry...
Thank you I'm glad you like this so far. As far as Henry goes, well you will just have to wait and see.