Robin quickly sank on his knees in the mud next to them. He cleared Kurt's hair away from his face and placed a gentle hand on his chest, putting his ear close to Kurt's mouth.

"He's breathing, but only just,” he murmured as he reached for a pulse. Before Thad had grabbed him off the street, he'd trained as a nurse, like many switches did. "His pulse is really weak. He's too cold... You need to get him inside and get him medical attention. Fast."

Blaine nodded and texted Wes with shaky, bloody fingers.

'Hav to cme My hoous. Kurt lmost ded. -B'

Wes texted back just as they were pulling up to Blaine's house.

'On my way. I have to bring Lucy and the baby though I'm not leaving them alone right now. What kind of medical supplies do I need? -W'

'Everything.'

Blaine replied and then tucked his phone down his pocket, turning his focus to Kurt. The boy was still just as pale and looked completely lifeless. The only string of hope Blaine was holding on to was that Robin said he was alive. Barely alive, but still. Alive.

Robin followed after Blaine, instantly in nurse mode. "Put him in a bed, on his front... We need to warm him up, but we can't do it too fast. So turn your house heating on a medium setting, then the best we can do is wait for your doctor friend. I don't want to screw this up." He knew that he was bossing the Dom around, but he was a switch, he didn't have to be submissive to every Dom that came his way, and right now he was only thinking of Kurt.

Blaine nodded, following Robin's directions carefully. He sat down close to Kurt. His clothes were ruined and his face destroyed by tears, but he needed to stay close to Kurt. He knew it'd make Kurt feel better.

They heard the door slam open and closed ten minutes later, and the sound and a newborn crying,
"Blaine!" Wes shouted up the stairs. "We're here! Where are you?"

"Master bedroom! Hurry!" Blaine called out.

Lucy came into the room first, a tiny bundle of pink blankets clutched to her chest. She let out a tiny shriek when she saw Kurt and Wes came running in after her, he took in the situation for only a second before flying into action.
"Lucy! Take Rosie and go into a spare room, I don't want either one of you seeing this. Blaine, I'm going to need you to help me again and..." He paused looking Robin up and down. "Who are you?"
"My name's Robin, I was Thad's new slave, I'm a switch and a trained nurse."
Wes nodded. "Then could you please go and look after Lucy and the baby? She only just gave birth."

Robin nodded. "If you need me for anything, just call for me." Blaine wanted to smile at him, but he couldn't. He just closed the door behind him and turned back to Wes. "What do we need to do?" he asked quickly.

Wes looked him over uncertainly for a second before he knew what to do. "We need to wash up his back and anus, disinfect them and stitch them up, some of them are way too deep. I brought a couple of bags of his blood type, they're in the car in an icebox, I need you to grab it for me because he needs a transfusion. Then I'll reset his ankle and put it in a cast. Once we've done all of that it's just a case of keeping him warm and keeping him safe and hopefully, he'll pull through. But it's going to be a tough road."

Blaine nodded through a sob and ran out to the car, getting the things. He needed to stay strong now, he couldn't be weak. Kurt needed him more than ever.

As soon as Blaine was out the room, some of the strength left Kurt and his heartbeat grew weaker. There wasn't much left. He couldn't hold on much longer.

"BLAINE!" Wes screamed as he heard Blaine come back into the house. "Get in here! Now!"

Blaine came in with the things, leaving them on the desk that he slid up next to the bed. "What's wrong!?" he asked, panicking. "What happened!?"

"His heart rate dropped when you left the room," Wes replied frantically. "You're going to need to stay here."

"Oh, of course," Blaine said. It was stupid of him to not have figured that out. "What do you need me to do?" he asked, wanting to help as much as possible, also to distract himself from falling apart completely.

"Help me clean him up? I'm glad he's unconscious, the pain alone would probably kill him."

If they'd thought stabilizing Jeff had been difficult, this was a thousand times harder. Jeff's injuries had accumulated over a long period of time, but Kurt's were worse and he'd received them all in four hours. They nearly lost him twice, and he was gone for an entire minute once, but Wes brought him back.
Hours later, Kurt was stable, but still unconscious. Wes was washing his blood stained hands in a bowl of water.
"He's so far out now that I'm not sure you being with him will actually help him. You need a rest and shower, because you need to be strong for him and keep him warm. If it's alright with you, I'll stay here so that I can keep an eye on his progress. I don't think he'll wake today. It'll likely be tomorrow. I'll set up another bag of blood when that one's run through and tomorrow when he wakes up, I'll set up a drip of pain medication."

"Thank you, Wes," Blaine whispered softly. He was still staring at Kurt, not quite believing that this had happened. He curled up next to him and took his hand in his own. He was going to shower and rest, but not yet. Not right now.

"That's alright," Wes smiled. "When you've showered, you should come and meet the baby. She's beautiful."

Blaine shook his head and smiled weakly. "I'm sure she is, but I can't. Not right now... We'll meet her when Kurt is awake and better." He hoped that Wes would understand.

Wes nodded, his eyes a little sad. "Lucy's worried," he admitted softly. "She feels bad for being so happy right now..."

"Tell her that she has every right in the world to be happy," Blaine smiled. "Also, tell her I'm happy for her."

"I told her you would be," Wes smiled gently. "I'll be here in an hour to check on Kurt, but you better be showered and eating by then,” he warned.

"Fine," Blaine sighed. "I don't want to leave him though," he whispered. "I could still lose him, Wes. I just-" He was cut off by a sob. "I can't lose him."

Wes sighed and crouched in front of Blaine. "You shouldn't," he said honestly. "We've done everything we can and I honestly think he'll pull through."

"What if he doesn't?" Blaine said, almost not audible.

"You can't think like that," Wes shook his head. "I believe that even unconscious, he can feel your positivity and negativity. You need to think positive to help him."

Blaine nodded slowly, still not very sure. He pressed a kiss to Kurt's forehead. "I love you."

Wes nodded. "That's better. I'll see you in an hour."

Wes left the room and after changing his shirt to one he found in another wardrobe and washing himself clean, he walked into the room where Lucy was sitting. "Hi," he whispered softly and sat down next to her. He kissed her on the lips and then kissed his daughter on her forehead.

"Hey..." Lucy smiled, her eyes tired and worried. "Is Kurt okay? Do you need me to do anything? Can I help?"

"All you need to do is stay here and take care of our daughter." He climbed onto the bed next to her. "We should name her," he whispered softly.

"I thought we already did?" Lucy smiled. "I've been calling her Rosie... But I suppose we can reconsider middle names?"

"I don't know..." Wes said. "I like Rosie as it is actually." Once she had been born, they had looked at her birthmark. She was a born Dominant.

"Rosie Montgomery? I love it." Lucy snuggled into Wes' side. "Wes... We're bringing her up like you, right? I couldn't stand having my daughter in charge of me when she reaches fourteen."

"Of course," Wes smiled. "I love you both so much," he sighed and kissed her head.

"We love you too,” she whispered. "Do you want to hold her?"

Wes nodded and accepted the small girl shakily. "She's so beautiful," he breathed.

Sarah hummed tiredly in agreement. "She looks like you,” she smiled.

"I think she looks like you. She has your eyes," he murmured and turned his face to kiss her on the lips. "Go to sleep, baby. You're tired."

"But I need to look after her..." she argued, her words slurring together with tiredness. "You're looking after Kurt..."

"Blaine is looking after Kurt. I'm looking after you and Rosie. I have done everything I can for Kurt... I hope he makes it." Honestly, he wasn't sure. He just had to make Blaine stay positive. If Kurt died, Wes had to be there at once, or it was likely that Blaine would commit suicide. They were soul mates and now that they'd found each other, if one of them died, it would be mentally almost unbearable for the other person.

Lucy's eyes snapped open instantly and she looked at Wes, biting her bottom lip. "He... He might not?"

Wes looked close to tears. "I-I did everything I c-could, but he's weak... He has to make it though. He has to."

Leaning up, Lucy kissed Wes softly. "It's okay, sweetheart, you did your best." The baby stirred in Wes' arms and started crying.

"Shh, husshh..." Wes shook the baby softly, trying to make her fall asleep again. After ten minutes, she did. Wes stood up and put Rosie in the Moses basket that they had kept in the car just in case for a while. Then he crept up next to Lucy. "Let's sleep, sweetie."

"But... What if she needs me?"

"Then she'll scream and wake us up." He stroke her cheek softly. "You're exhausted, go to sleep."

Lucy smiled weakly burrowing her face into Wes' chest. "Night honey... Thank you for giving me a family."

"Thank you," Wes whispered before falling asleep with his love closer than ever.