Chapter Eight-interlude

Blaine's POV

The pain that surged through his body woke him abruptly. Oh god he hurt... Everywhere. His mind felt hazy and his head throbbed painfully as he tried to lift it. He cried out as a sharp pain radiated from his skull down his neck and into his shoulders. He laid back and panted till the pain evened out.

Blaine could feel something drip down his face, he brought his hand up to wipe whatever it was away but it never reached its intended stop. His arm caught on something. He tried to look at what he was caught on but couldn't open his eyes. something glued them shut. He could feel the panic rise and knew he had to get it under control. He tried to move his other hand and was somewhat successful.

Finally he was able to open his was confused, he should be able to see...anything.. Shapes, outlines but nothing. He reached up, touched his face and realized that yes his eyes were in fact open.Oh god, I can't see!

Blaine couldn't hold back anymore. In his panic he began to thrash around, pain exploded all along his body. His mind shut down and soon his body followed.

A whimper woke him up a bit later. At first he didn't know where he was but then he remembered. Cooper! Where the hell was his brother. Blaine tried to call out, but what came out was more like a squeak. Wait, was Coop in the car with him? He couldn't remember. He shook his head and immediately regretted it. He tried to remember what happened before waking up. He remember school and having a angst filled sing off with his brother. He blinked a couple of times as he remembered the men that chased them, pulled him from the car and put him into a SUV. But anything after that was very blurry. His eyes drooped and all he wanted to do was go home where he could snuggle up with his boyfriend.

He breathed in slowly and deeply, pain flared for a moment and he knew his ribs were injured. Hopefully just bruised and not broken. He became aware of sounds outside of the vehicle. He could hear cars rushing by on one side and people's voices on the other. He could hear them as they came closer where he was.

Blaine licked his lips, tried to speak but his throat was to dry. He tried again but nothing happened. He whimpered when something shook the car and he felt pressure against his body. As the pressure built up, pain raced across his body and he felt like he was slowly being crushed. Finally it became too much and he let out a strangled scream. Shouts rang out and the crushing sensation stopped and he sobbed with relief.

"Hey, are you ok?" Blaine heard a man's voice come through the window. He tried again to speak but only a whimper came out and he huffed in annoyance. the Man heard him, told him to hold on, that they would get him out just as soon as they could. He heard him leave and a thread of panic sliced through him. After a moment the man came back and brought someone with him. They discussed how to get him out, but first they needed the EMT's to check him out. The man explained each move, each touch he had to do before doing it. He felt fingers fumble near his wrist. Most likely to take his pulse. Blaine hated that he couldn't see, it made him anxious. His rescuer was asking more questions that Blaine couldn't answer. He could feel the darkness edging back upon his conscious.

He really didn't feel well. He knew that probably wasn't a good thin. Pain arced across his body as he tensed up with the pain. White blossomed behind his eyes and he began to twitch.

"Damn it, he's seizing!" his rescuer called out frantically. He felt helpless as he watched the young teenager shake. It lasted for quite a while, he noted the time the seizer hit and when it need. He really didn't like the kid's breathing but there was nothing he could do whirr the poor boy was wedged in like he was. He also noted that the boy was now unconscious. He quickly took his pulse, noted it in his note pad, and walked back to his rig and called it in.

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Flash: His dad. Flash: his mother. Flash: Dalton Academy. Flash: Teenage dream. Flash: Kurt. Flash: Cooper. Blaine's brow scrunched up as he turned is head, tried to follow the images in his head. His heart began to race, although not yet aware, irrational panic began to rise. His head hurt and he moaned in pain. He just wanted the pain to stop. The images in his head stopped, for a moment the image of Kurt was bright in his mind before fading to darkness.

NO! He couldn't lose Kurt. Didn't want to leave him. He has to be strong and fight back the darkness. He just needed something to focus on. He slowly became aware of a voice talking to him, it was different from the one before. He believed it was a woman this time. her voice sounded like an angel, it called to him. Was this it? was he dead and the angel came to take him away? He didn't want to go, he needed to stay. For his brother, who he realized that he loved dearly and no longer wanted to fight. He needed to stay for Kurt, for the boy he was deeply in love with, he knew his death would devastate him. But he didn't know how to stay.

He let the angelic voice wash over him, let it sooth the raw edges. Blaine lost himself to the voice, he imaged that he was safely back in the arms of his boyfriend. He woke abruptly when the voice stopped. No, please keep talking, you keep me focused, he tried to say that but he really didn't believe he actually spoke. The woman moved away. He swallowed, licked his lips.

"Come back"

It came out a squeak. he became agitated so much so that he didn't hear the woman's reply.

Please come back!

TBC