Burt was having an argument with the coffee machine. For some reason it did not want to take his dollar. He was just starting to consider looking to see if anybody could change it for him when he started to hear screaming. The sound shocked him, he reminded himself that he was in a hospital and sometimes children scream. But there was something almost terrifying about the scratching. Suddenly he realized he knew that voice that high pitched scream. He ran down the hallway and into Kurt's room to see him conscious and twisting out of the nurse's grip. She turned to a male nurse who had just walked into the room and shouted at him to fetch restraints.

He rushed past the nurse and put his hand on Kurt's cheek.

"Kurt. Kurt, It's Dad, I'm here baby."

Kurt reached up and started to scratch at his hand as if trying to get it away. Burt dropped his hand and pushed sharply down on Kurt's shoulders.

"Kurt! I need you to stay still. They're going to put you in restraints and I know you do not want that. Kurt, look at me."

Burt talked to him in the straight forwards way he used to when he was a child and he needed him to do something like look before crossing the road. Something about that tone seemed to get through to Kurt because his body stilled, though all the muscles remained tensed. Kurt looked up at him with wide and frightened eyes. Burt let go of his shoulders and reached up to sooth the hair back away from his face. He noticed that there was blood seeping out from the bandage on his left wrist.

"I think his pulled the stitches out." He said turning to the nurse quickly not wanting to spend a moment away form his son. She nodded.

"I'll get the doctor to come look at them, I also think he's going to need a something to calm him down. His heartbeat is way to fast. We don't want to put any stress on him."

"Okay." Burt said turning back to his son. The nurse left and they were alone.

"Hey Kiddo."

Kurt looked up at him for a long moment before he turned his head away.

Burt sighed. He didn't know what to say. His son, who he had always admired for his strength and the way that he was so sure of who he was had been hurt to the point where he wanted to die. He was so angry, he was angry at whoever had hurt Kurt and he was angry at Kurt for not asking him for help and for not holding on a little longer and he was angry at himself for not noticing that something was wrong with him.

He tried to figure out what Kurt may be feeling. It was difficult, he knew his son well, he considered them to be close but to put himself in his shoes was something else. He may feel angry, ashamed, he guessed, maybe he was scared about the question's Burt would ask him or how to explain what had been going through his mind when he...

"Kurt, the doctors told me what happened Kurt."

There was no response except the quickened bleeping of the heart monitor.

The doctor came in then. It was not the doctor who had come to talk to them but rather a small plump Indian woman.

"Hello Mr. Hummel, Kurt. Good to see you're awake. You gave us all a bit of a scare there." She picked up his chart and quickly checked it before she knelt down next to him. "I see you've pulled out some of your stitches. Can I have a closer look?"

When Kurt didn't answer she looked up at Burt.

"Go ahead but I think he's a little jumpy."

She nodded and pried Kurt's arms away from his body. She removed the bandages and Burt averted his eyes. He couldn't see that deep bloody gash with the puckered skin and the black lines holding it together.

"Right, it needs a few more stitches. I'll be back in a minute okay." She left again to fetch her equipment.

"I love you Kurt. So do Carol and Finn and Blaine. They've all been in here sitting with you."

Kurt curled up in a tight ball at Blaine's name. Burt watched him carefully, after a few minutes he was shaking as he gasped for breath. Burt put his hand on Kurt's shoulder panicking when he saw his lips becoming blue.

"NURSE! NURSE! HE CAN;T BREATHE."

A nurse was there within seconds grabbing at his shoulders and laying him down straight taking his pulse. The doctor appeared seconds later.

"Kurt, Kurt, you're having a panic attack you're going to have to calm down sweetie. Take a deep breath for me."

Seeing that it wasn't likely to happen she pulled a syringe out and pushed the clear liquid through his I'V drip. Kurt continued to hyperventilate for about sixty seconds before he passed out.

"It's a sedative. He's breathing will return to normal now it was just a panic attack."

Burt nodded.

"How long will he be out?"

"A few hours, but he's still going to be passing in and out of consciousness from the blood loss."
Burt nodded.

"Will he be alright if I leave him for a few moments so I can talk to my wife and his brother?"

"Yes, he really has no idea what's going on right now. Don't worry it's a good thing, it means he won't feel the stitches going in."

"Yeah that's great." Burt said. He walked out to the family room where he saw his wife and Fin who had fallen asleep with his head in Carol's lap. He looked like a little child; he forgot how young they were, Still between children and adults really.

Carol looked up at him with a weak smile when he walked in. He crossed over to her and bent to kiss her lightly on the cheek.

"Couldn't find a coffee machine?"

"Kurt woke up."

Carol's eyes widened.

"How is he?"

Burt shook his head and ran his hands up over his head.

"He's.. he.. he freaked out."

Carol nodded.

"Is he still awake?"

"No, I was telling him that we all love him ad he started hyperventilating. The doctor had to give him a sedative. He won't wake up for another few hours."

"Did he say anything?"

"Nothing."

Finn stirred and opened his eyes.

"Has something happened with Kurt?"

"He woke up for a little while hunny but he's gone back to sleep." Carol explained.

"Which is where you should be. Come on, I'll drive you home." Burt said. He didn't want to leave Kurt but there was nothing he could do for him whilst he was unconscious.

Carol looked up at him.

"Is that alright? I'll be back before he wakes."

"Yes hun. I'm just going to take a lie down myself." Burt nodded.
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Burt unlocked the door to his house. It seemed strange to be back, this place was usually full of laughter and activity. He had the feeling it would be a while before they were all able to laugh in a care free manner again. The next few months would be rough on all of them. But they all had to hold it together because no matter how rough it was on them it was going to be even harder for Kurt.

"Go to bed, I'll make you a sandwich." Burt said to Finn. Fin nodded and walked upstairs, he boy always took direction well.

Burt was on autopilot as he opened the fridge and pulled out some ingredients. He made three lots of sandwiches, crisps and orange juice remembering that Blaine was asleep upstairs. He walked up and opened Finn's door. He was already snoring. He smiled fondly and a little sadly at his step son and put the tray of food on his side table so he could eat when he woke up.

He ate in the kitchen quietly and quickly leaving Blaine's food on the table with a little note to him telling him to make himself at home. He made a quick lunchbox for Carol. He didn't know what he would do without her silent strength and he thanked God and Kurt for bringing her into his life. Thinking of her made him realize there was one more job he had to do before heading back to the hospital. He didn't want her to come back home when they knew it was safe to leave Kurt and feel she had to deal with the mess in his bathroom. He filled his mop bucket with bleach and headed up to Kurt's room.

He did not know what to expect when he opened the door. The whole affair was a emotional mess in his mind but he was always good at putting things to the back of his mind until he was ready to deal with them. For now he had to look after his family. What Burt didn't expect to see was Blaine curled up asleep on the bed. He sighed looking at the young boy hugging a pillow tight to his body. He wanted to cry at both the boy's loyalty to his son and how much in pain they all were in at the moment.

He turned to leave, the boy had only got a few hours sleep and that was if he'd gone to bed the minute Carol had dropped him off. But as he turned he heard the bed creak.

"Kurt?"

Burt knew by the tone of the voice he was not looking for Kurt but had awoken and was asking how he was. Burt took a deep breath and turned around. Blaine's eyes were bloodshot and wide, the product in his hair and made it all push up to one side. He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. Blaine was staring wide eyed at him. It worried him that he had the same scared expression that Kurt had when he woke up.

"He's... the doctor thinks he'll wake up in a few hours." Burt smiled. He couldn't tell Blaine about what had happened. The boy didn't need to know.