Chapter 1: Kurt

"Kurt? Oh my god! Kurt!...Please! Kurt, just, please keep your eyes open!" The shout and cries of Kurt's father echoed around him. His eyelids felt heavy like drying cement, his heart beat pounded faintly through his ears.

After a few moments of slurred words he here it, an ambulance siren followed by loud thudding footsteps in the next room. Moments later Kurt feels something slide in his throat that presses his gag reflex, vomit rose from his stomach and f his mouth seconds later.

He feels light as air now and the small tug on his underarms, someone's carrying him, soon his mind goes blank.

Kurt is awoken by the sound of voices and a faint beeping noise, his eyelids head but his mind somewhat clear. He starts forcing his eyes open only to see the faint view of two figures standing by his side.

"Kurt?" A familiar voice reaches out to him.

He opens his eyes more, everything starts to come back in focus, and he is in a room he had never seen or been in before. The walls a pale blue, the light beige ceiling was mixed in with lights that were almost blinding.

"Kurt?" another familiar voice echoes through the room.

He's lying down in a hideous mint gown but is halfway covered by gray sheets; he feels a small strip of plastic on his right wrist. He gradually lifts his wrist into his view.

Hummel E., Kurt

D.O.B: 5 / 27 / 93

A.D.: 4 / 13 / 07

Doc.: Whiteman, Arthur

He rests his hand back on the soft surface he lays on and lets out a deep breath, he's in the hospital.

"Kurt please say something?" with that he turns his head in the direction the voice is coming from only to find his father's tear streaked face.

"Dad?" He croaked and tried to sit up but his stomach felt like it could drop from his body if he did.

"Kurt, buddy, I'm so sorry, for whatever I did wrong I…I'm sorry." He father sobbed and reached for his hand to give it a firm squeeze.

Oh, wait, Kurt had…Kurt had swallowed every pill he could find in the house. He tried….he tried to die, to disappear, to go to sleep forever. But it wasn't his dad's fault! It wasn't he, he would never ever….

"Daddy I….." Kurt's raspy voice was broken off by his own sobs. He didn't think about his dad when he was pulling out all the pills, he didn't think about his dad when he shoved a handful of tablets into his mouth, he didn't think.

"Did, did I do something w-wrong?" His dad asked, his voice sounded like he was in physical pain. But before Kurt could answer "no" the sound of the door opening interrupted him.

"I see you're up Kurt." An unfamiliar chipper voice said, Kurt turned to the edge of his bed and saw through his tears. A tall middle aged man with light sandy hair and brown eyes looking at him with…pity?

"I have some news for you Mr. Hummel; luckily we were able to find a free spot in a ward not so far from here it's about a twenty minute car ride." Ward? Kurt's dad was going to send him to…a psych ward?

"This…ward, they aren't cruel right?" His father asked, Kurt was now more scared then before.

"Of course not, Kurt here will be seen by experienced counselors and he won't be alone there are other teens there too. You can visit three days a week, he can call you every night, there are plenty of activities and exercises so he won't get bored. It's a really decent place nothing bad of unsafe is there on a caring group of people to help your son." The man reassured.

"Who are you?" Kurt blurted out.

"I am Dr. Whitman I've been keeping an eye on you since you got here, scared quite a bit there buddy." He stated simply and clicked the end of his medication sponsor pen.

"Now Mr. Hummel I'm going to need your signature right here and need you to read over the basic rules and precautions of the ward." He handed Burt a brown clip board with multiple papers.

Tears started to well up in Kurt's eyes, psych wards were only for insane people right? Kurt wasn't insane, was he?

Dr. Whiteman must have noticed Kurt's worry grow,

"Don't worry it will all be fine I promise I know the people that work there, they really are great. And before you start doubting your sanity, you are not crazy just possible depressed but this place can help with that." His words actually calmed Kurt somewhat but it still didn't change the fact he was being admitted to a psych ward.

"Do you use any legal drugs or tobacco substances?" a aged nurse in sponge bob scrubs asked blandly.

"No." Kurt replied quietly.

"Do you ever drink alcohol, if so how often."

"None."

"Do you know why you are being admitted to Jacobson Ohio Psych?'

"Yes." Kurt gritted.

"Are you sexually active?"

"No."

"Alright looks like we are about done first I'm going to need you to remove you shoe laces and hand over and electronics or possible weapons."

Kurt stood up hesitantly and began to remove the laces from his shoes and laid then on the table where the nurse sat. He continued to hand over his house keys, cell phone, mp3 player along with his new belt.

"Good now we just have to search your items and do a physical examination." She stated as she straightened the multiple papers she had in her hands. Kurt cringed at the idea of someone looking at him naked but it was protocol he guessed and if he struggled he didn't know what the consequences would be.

Kurt walked out of the room to leave the nurse with his satchel of clothes, his dad sat quietly next to a payphone staring into space.

Kurt took a seat next to him and laced his fingers together over his lap.

"How long will I be here?" Kurt broke the silence with a small voice.

"How ever long they think would be good, but uh they said the usual patients don't stay over five weeks." His dad replied with a faint sniffle.

Soon the nurse walked out of the room with his satchel in hand and a small smile.

"Looks like your all good in this department so on to the next thing, would you rather have a male or female nurse do your physical examination? I know how awkward it can get so if you have a preference?"

"Female." Kurt simply stated and looked down at his hands.

"Alright I'll be back in a moment with another nurse to do the examination and help you settle in." she said softly before handing him his satchel and walking down the long powder blue hallway.

Kurt now stood in a beige room with two twin size beds, or rectangles of foam, with two cubbies and two nightstands on either side of the beds. As soon as you walk in you see a small bathroom closed off by a curtain instead of a door with a shower, toilet, and sink. His satchel was tossed on the bed nearest to the window that gave a view of the parking lot. The room smelled of cleaning chemicals and laundry detergent, the lights were tinted yellow, Kurt was scared.

"Arms up." A ditz-like brunette nurse instructed him. He is now down to his boxer shorts, his chest, arms, legs are completely exposed. The nurse held a clip board with a paper that had two male body forms on it both blank.

"It's so interesting I see no birth or beauty marks anywhere- ah! Is this scar from self harm?" She touched her finger to the small brownish scratch mark above his elbow.

"No, bike riding accident." He replied simply and dropped his arms.

"Alright now let me see your hands." She was sweet but seemed a bit dull brained.

Kurt displayed his hands palms up to her and she looked over them briefly.

"Alright well it looks like we are done you can get dressed and come out to the floor to say your goodbyes." She said kindly before handing him his clothes and waving out the door.

Saying goodbye to Kurt's father felt terrible, like someone was plucking veins from his heart. He promised his dad he would cooperate with the staff and take care of himself. He gave his dad one last lingering hug before he was being tugged away to his room.

The psych area was like a big X, in the center was the office counter where the nurses looked over activities and sat as they waited for the time they had to check on the patients. One hallway held all the rooms for girls and one hallway held all of the boys. The next hallway held the art room, gymnasium, and the counseling office, along with a small doctor office with medical supplies. The last hallway simply led to the exit from the area but could only be opened by staff key. Past that door held a deeper part of the psych area that lead to a small classroom, a playground, and the lunch room.

Kurt was supplied with a map taped to his cubby; most of the places were no zones that were highlighted in red to let him know he can't go there without permission.

Kurt now lay on his oddly comfortable bed and looked out the window, it was about midnight when him and his father arrived at the ward and it took over two hours to go through all of the searches, examinations, and questionnaires.

He was annoyed because the nurses checked on him every fifteen minutes literally. He heard the shuffle of feet an immediately closed his eyes to appear sleeping.

"Hey new kid." He heard a small whisper from the doorway.

"New kid you up?' Kurt sat up straight from his bed to find a boy about his age hiding behind his open door.

"Hey welcome to the ward, I'm Nick." The boy, Nick, smiled and gave a small wave.

"Uhm Hi Nick I-I'm Kurt." He replied hesitantly.

"I saw you being walked over to the room so I knew that you were new here, thought I would come say hi since you don't have a roommate yet." He whispered back.

"Oh, thanks."

"Don't worry this place isn't bad I've been here for three days and it's actually kind of cool. There are some other interesting kids running around this place you'll get use to them." He smiled one again, Kurt could only nod. Within a second a male nurse was standing in the doorway.

"Nick is behind the door isn't he?" He asked blandly.

"Aw c'mon Cricket I just wanted to say "Hi"." Nick sighed and walked out from behind the door.

"Alright you got to now go back to your room I don't want to have to force you, you know that. Let the kid get some sleep we have five hours until breakfast." He sighed and gestured for Nick to leave.

"B ye Kurt!" Nick giggled before jogging out the room and the male nurse followed behind him.

Kurt lay back in his bed and actually giggled at Nick because he seemed so…silly. But then he remembered where he was and why, he suddenly felt cold and began to curl into himself bunching up the sheets in his hand and covering his body. He hope that tomorrow morning this would all just be some weird dream.

"Morning call!" Nicks loud cheery voice woke Kurt along with the heavy glimmer of the lights over his bed. He sat up and rubbed his eyes with a single yawn.

"What time is it?" He asked groggily.

"It is five past seven and breakfast starts at seven forty five." Nick responded with a smile.

"Okay let me take a shower." He responded and reached over to his nightstand, his satchel was gone.

"They gotcha in the night huh? Don't worry they have a bin waiting for you at the desk with your shampoo and stuff along with some towels and basic toiletries. Come on." Nick waved him over and started to head down the hallway. Kurt stood up from his bead and followed him.

Nick was in hospital socks and plaid pajama pants along with a plain white t-shirt his brown bed head was adorable in a sense. When they arrived at the desk there were multiple blue bins with room numbers and names on them lining the desktop. He saw as Nick grabbed a bin that red N. Duval RM: 20B.

Kurt eyed over the bins until he found his, it held his regular shampoo and conditioner, and his dad must of brought his toothbrush and towel. He grabbed the bin and saw Nick already heading back to his room so he jogged behind.

"Just to let you know the showers kind of screech like a teapot when you put it on really hot so just stick to luke warm." Nick said before waving and walking into his room.

Kurt did so an thoroughly washed his hair and brushed his teeth, when he walked out to the beds he saw a pair of hospital socks and a nightgown laying on his bed. He already had clothes with him so he ignored them. He missed his hair products but the nurses would only allow simply shampoo and conditioner.

Once he pulled on some black jeans and a red t-shirt he headed out of the room. Nick was already waiting at the desk in different pajama bottoms and a new shirt, his hair damp looking and a smile on his face.

"Hey Kurt one of us might be getting a roommate just saw another new kid heading into the rec room with a nurse." He said giddily.

"One of us?" Kurt puzzled.

"Yeah both of us don't have a roommate so either one of us might be getting a roommate." He smiled.

"Why aren't we just roommates then?" Kurt asked simply.

"Oh it's probably because you're not sexually active and I am so they tend to keep us separate." He shrugged.

"How did you know that?'

"Because I know I'm sexually active and if I'm not roommates with you there has to be some reason. Don't be embarrassed it's okay, you'll get a roommate if not it's not like I'm not good at sneaking out of my room." He giggled and patted Kurt on the shoulder.

"So this new kid, what's he like?" They had ten more minutes until breakfast, Kurt might as well keep up a conversation.

"He's not really tall, dark hair, kinda' tan, very skinny." He simply described.

Kurt nodded and saw other patients starting to line up at the ward exit.

"Chow time Kurtie!" Nick laughed and tugged him into line.

Nick was nice and kind of made Kurt feel less scared of this place but he still couldn't shake the fact that he was in a psych ward. Kurt took a deep breath to prepare him for the day.